Jayla sat cross-legged on the plush velvet couch in the living room of the Johnson mansion, a smirk twisting her lips. The dim light from the antique chandelier above outlined features that were almost sinister. She swirled the wine in her hand absently, as if it was the glass that was the perfect metaphor of the chaos she had unraveled.She leaned back and blew a harsh breath, the thought running like sugar on fire in her head. It was almost too good. Jade lay in the hospital after that near-fatal car accident. She hadn't died-unfortunately-but was shaken enough to keep her off-balance."Not dead yet," Jayla muttered to herself, a hard smile tugging on her lips-" but shaken. That's good enough for now."She was pleased with that image of her sister being helpless, lying in that hospital bed-so meek and weak. The whole neighborhood had thought of Jade for all those years as the "peacemaker"-way too sweet and far too good. But Jayla knew better. Jade does have ambition, and with each p
Golden sun streams came through the window into the Johnson mansion to bathe the great dining room with its warmth. Three days since the accident had happened, and it is within the atmosphere brought along by such a situation in life. All was well but the surface of each heart seated on hot coals -and burned so much more under Jasmine's skin than any person could imagine.She sat at her vanity, brushing her hair in slow, deliberating strokes while her mind replayed events of the past week: screeching tires, the near miss with the car, and now Jade getting into an accident. The doubt in her mind as to Jayla's involvement in it all was first just a murmur, one she dismissed for paranoia. But now? Now it was a scream she could no longer ignore.The hand closed on the hairbrush in a grip that was almost crushing as the signs turned stark: Jayla had tried to kill her with the "accident" on the street and, failing that, had gone after Jade, tampering with her brakes. In Jasmine's blood, the
Standing just beyond the threshold into Jayla's room, Jasmine felt her breath catch. This was to be the triumphant scene of a recovered Jayla, surrounded by concerned parents and Jade; instead, the weight in her chest grew heavier. She couldn't get past that glimpse of suspicion in her sister's eyes, nor the haunting question: Did she know?Jayla leaned back against her pillows, pale but alert. Her voice was still hoarse, but something in the quiet strength of her tone unnerved Jasmine. "It feels so strange… like someone wanted me gone."Mrs. Johnson hushed her daughter, stroking her hair tenderly. "Don't say such things, darling. It was an accident. Probably something you ate. You're fine now, and that's all that matters."Jayla's lips curled faintly into a smirk, a ghost of her usual confidence. Her sharp gaze shifted briefly toward the doorway to Jasmine and lingered there. "Accidents don't feel this deliberate, Mother."Jasmine's stomach churned violently. She dug her fingers into
The next evening, Jayla sat down her cross-legged on her bed, a glass of water in one hand and her phone in the other. The soft hum of the ceiling fan did little for the silence marshaling its forces against her. Her fingers hovered over Axel's contact name. They hadn't spoken since that night party, the drinks, the indistinct memory of his worried face as he hailed her a cab.Her thumb finally pressed "Call." The ringing felt eternal before Axel's voice crackled through the speaker."Jayla?" Axel sounded surprised. "Hey… it's been a while."Jayla smiled faintly, leaning back against her headboard. "Yeah, it has. I wasn't sure you'd pick up.""Of course, I would. You kinda disappeared after… everything. How are you? You sound different."Jayla's smile faltered. "I was in the hospital, Axel. I… I was poisoned. Almost died.The line went dead. She could hear Axel's hitched breath."Poisoned?" he repeated, his voice low, slow, measured. "Jesus, Jayla. Are you okay now? Do you--do you kno
Outside the Café, moments after the Ultimatum, Axel staggered to his car, the night chilly and nibbling on skin that felt nothing. His head was spinning on a roll-out of control with that threat of Sarah inside his head.The image on her phone imprinted into the brain - damning evidence against him.He was holding on to the roof of his car, his head hung low, sharp, labored gasps of breath.She's mine now.It was his ringing phone that managed to wrench him back from that spiral of thoughts. His fingers moved over his pocket for his phone, as did his eyes, locking their focus on the screen.Audrey: "Baby, I miss you. You're back from your trip, aren't you? Cause I feel like I am freaking out. I need you."Audrey. His wife. The woman he'd promised to protect, to love.Axel sank his teeth hard as the knuckles whitened with the grip of his phone. He couldn't let her take down everything. Whichever way, a choice seemed to enslave him; every step to choke the breath out of his neck.He jam
The silence of the house enveloped Axel as he stepped inside, the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla comforting perfume so frail in nature wafting through it. Soft light spilled from the living room, casting warmth against the chill of the emotional vacuum that had filled him.As his eyes acclimatized to the brightness, he saw her there: Audrey.She had been curled on the couch, her body sheathed in one of his immense sweaters from her miniature body, and flowed right down her back, where long red hair gave a cascade when the fuming teacup heated her hands.Then she'd raised her gaze, and now her eyes just met Axel."Ach Axel." She sighed soft,.And before another word could escape his lips, Audrey was pressed against him, her face buried in his chest, her fingers digging into his shirt as though he'd disappear if she loosened her grasp."I thought you weren't coming back," she choked.Axel’s throat tightened as the guilt pressed against his chest like a weight he couldn’t lift off,
Jade's Hotel Room — Midnight The room was pitch black except for the bleeding light of the city through diaphanous curtains. She sat at the end of a king bed, soft light befalling her face from the phone in her hand, one leg over the other. Lying beside her, Axel was spread across the bed, his shirt unbuttoned, his breathing deep but irregular since the drug she'd slipped into his wine still did its work of keeping him very sluggish and unaware of what was happening around him. A sly smile played upon Jade's red lips, curled as they were hand-flipping the pictures she had managed to click throughout, each frame showing something sensual, well-thought-of with calculation. Her hands were over Axel's chest, rubbing casually across his bearded cheek snaps told it all sans loud words of recognition for proximity. Her gaze shifted to the figure that lay before her, serene and soft-as-a-petal in his sleep. "Time now for the thickening of the plot." She clicked the Messaging app first to
Jayla’s chest heaved as she stood frozen in the doorway of Room 408, the sight of Axel slumped on the bed and Jade standing beside him sending white-hot fury coursing through her veins. “Jayla,” Jade purred, her voice mocking as she leaned casually against the bedpost. “I didn’t think you’d show up. Brave of you.” Axel stirred; still groggy, his eyes tried to take better focus. "Jayla, wait.it's not what you think—" "Not what I think?" Jayla crackled her tone as her shaking fists jammed beside her. "You're in bed with her, Axel. Her! After all that we had gone through?" Jade scoffed, each of her words sharp and biting. "Oh, don't be so stunned, Jayla. Probably, if your nose were not constantly up your asshole, then maybe, just maybe you might have seen it coming. The words were gasoline to the fire running rampant inside her body. She strode closer, each step more adamant, her voice going louder. "You manipulative little-" With a quick dodge to her advance and strength that was a
Four Days After – Jasmine's ApartmentJasmine's head was a war zone.Two days hence, her head would not sleep. It hit her for the umpteenth time—this awareness of Jayla not being the one—whoever ever came near Jade. It lingered in her mind like a tune she was unable to turn off.Why?Who killed Jade?And the letters—the threats. Somewhere, someone had worked it all out and had played chess, and they were pawns.Jasmine had slept in bed last night, awake and lying there, empty inside. She hadn't slept, she hadn't eaten. Her flat was free of space.She needed out of it.She took deep breaths and collapsed onto the bed, legs hanging over the side, fingers relaxed with loose hairs. Anchor arms, anchor legs, and yet she moved.Air. Coffee. Something mundane on a ritual schedule.With which she might perhaps remember herself.An Hour Later – 12th Street Coffee ShopThe small café fi
That Night – Axel's Apartment Axel paced the length of his bedroom, forward and backward in front of his bed, the pictures still grasped in hand in the envelope. The previous day or so had weighed on his shoulders. The pictures. The letters. Burglarizing Jayla's apartment. No coincidence. Something was happening outside of one's control, and Axel could not help but wonder if and why he was nothing more than a pawn in someone's game. His bed phone beeped. He gazed at the screen. Unknown Number. His stomach constricted. He let it ring once. Twice. Then, on a whim, I picked it up. "Yeah?" Nothing. Then that smooth voice, razor blade sound tone. Sarah. "You sound tired, Axel." Sarcasm infused her tone. "Sleep at all?"
The Same Night – Jayla's Apartment Jayla felt like she was being watched. As soon as she entered her apartment, she shivered down the spine. Something was off—too quiet. She looked into the room, faint light, sharp eyes scanning it, pounding heart. Everything was fine with her stuff. Something within her was warning otherwise. She moved stealthily into the kitchen, phone in hand. She placed her keys on the counter, standing—and listening in. Nothing. She breathed in again. Paranoid, perhaps. Perhaps— Click of noise behind. Jayla spun, thudding heart thudding in her head. --Nothing. Own quiet hiss of air as she moved towards reach
Three Days Later – Jayla's Apartment Jayla wrapped herself in her couch, twirling a coffee cup around in her hand, the warmth that could not be shed still running through her system. She awoke in the dead of night, struggling to breathe, after images of the shootout played out in her head. Her bandaged shoulder ached, reminding her she had been nearer death than she wanted to remember. She hadn't heard from or spoken to Jasmine and Jade since she'd gone out with them the night at the club. Like they even called her, anyway. Something was bothering her about why they would do that. Her phone, which sat on the table beside her, rang. No caller ID. She waited a second before she answered it. "Hello?" Stop, then Axel's raspy, deep voice. "Jayla, we need to talk." She got to her feet. "Now you want to talk? After leaving me high and dry?" "I didn't have any choice." His voic
The next evening, Jayla sat down her cross-legged on her bed, a glass of water in one hand and her phone in the other. The soft hum of the ceiling fan did little for the silence marshaling its forces against her. Her fingers hovered over Axel's contact name. They hadn't spoken since that night party, the drinks, the indistinct memory of his worried face as he hailed her a cab. Her thumb finally pressed "Call." The ringing felt eternal before Axel's voice crackled through the speaker. "Jayla?" Axel sounded surprised. "Hey… it's been a while." Jayla smiled faintly, leaning back against her headboard. "Yeah, it has. I wasn't sure you'd pick up." "Of course, I would. You kinda disappeared after… everything. How are you? You sound different." Jayla's smile faltered. "I was in the hospital, Axel. I… I was poisoned. Almost died. The line went dead. She could hear Axel's hitched breath. "Poisoned?" he repeated, his voice low, slow, measured. "Jesus, Jayla. Are you okay now? Do you--do
Jayla’s chest heaved as she stood frozen in the doorway of Room 408, the sight of Axel slumped on the bed and Jade standing beside him sending white-hot fury coursing through her veins. “Jayla,” Jade purred, her voice mocking as she leaned casually against the bedpost. “I didn’t think you’d show up. Brave of you.” Axel stirred; still groggy, his eyes tried to take better focus. "Jayla, wait.it's not what you think—" "Not what I think?" Jayla crackled her tone as her shaking fists jammed beside her. "You're in bed with her, Axel. Her! After all that we had gone through?" Jade scoffed, each of her words sharp and biting. "Oh, don't be so stunned, Jayla. Probably, if your nose were not constantly up your asshole, then maybe, just maybe you might have seen it coming. The words were gasoline to the fire running rampant inside her body. She strode closer, each step more adamant, her voice going louder. "You manipulative little-" With a quick dodge to her advance and strength that was a
Jade's Hotel Room — Midnight The room was pitch black except for the bleeding light of the city through diaphanous curtains. She sat at the end of a king bed, soft light befalling her face from the phone in her hand, one leg over the other. Lying beside her, Axel was spread across the bed, his shirt unbuttoned, his breathing deep but irregular since the drug she'd slipped into his wine still did its work of keeping him very sluggish and unaware of what was happening around him. A sly smile played upon Jade's red lips, curled as they were hand-flipping the pictures she had managed to click throughout, each frame showing something sensual, well-thought-of with calculation. Her hands were over Axel's chest, rubbing casually across his bearded cheek snaps told it all sans loud words of recognition for proximity. Her gaze shifted to the figure that lay before her, serene and soft-as-a-petal in his sleep. "Time now for the thickening of the plot." She clicked the Messaging app first to
The silence of the house enveloped Axel as he stepped inside, the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla comforting perfume so frail in nature wafting through it. Soft light spilled from the living room, casting warmth against the chill of the emotional vacuum that had filled him.As his eyes acclimatized to the brightness, he saw her there: Audrey.She had been curled on the couch, her body sheathed in one of his immense sweaters from her miniature body, and flowed right down her back, where long red hair gave a cascade when the fuming teacup heated her hands.Then she'd raised her gaze, and now her eyes just met Axel."Ach Axel." She sighed soft,.And before another word could escape his lips, Audrey was pressed against him, her face buried in his chest, her fingers digging into his shirt as though he'd disappear if she loosened her grasp."I thought you weren't coming back," she choked.Axel’s throat tightened as the guilt pressed against his chest like a weight he couldn’t lift off,
Outside the Café, moments after the Ultimatum, Axel staggered to his car, the night chilly and nibbling on skin that felt nothing. His head was spinning on a roll-out of control with that threat of Sarah inside his head.The image on her phone imprinted into the brain - damning evidence against him.He was holding on to the roof of his car, his head hung low, sharp, labored gasps of breath.She's mine now.It was his ringing phone that managed to wrench him back from that spiral of thoughts. His fingers moved over his pocket for his phone, as did his eyes, locking their focus on the screen.Audrey: "Baby, I miss you. You're back from your trip, aren't you? Cause I feel like I am freaking out. I need you."Audrey. His wife. The woman he'd promised to protect, to love.Axel sank his teeth hard as the knuckles whitened with the grip of his phone. He couldn't let her take down everything. Whichever way, a choice seemed to enslave him; every step to choke the breath out of his neck.He jam