It’s been a week since I asked Rowan to give me time. He’s tried to keep his distance, but it hasn’t been easy for both of us. I won’t lie, I really miss him. I miss being around him. I miss our talks. I miss everything about him. It’s been quite an adjustment trying to merge the Rowan I was used t
“Sarah…” I go to say, but she cuts me off. “We were wrong, Ava. We were wrong, and I believe that it’s because everyone held on to what could have been between Rowan and Emma that made it hard for them to move on. Looking back, I see it as clear as day. You were all still kids. If we had moved on,
“What are you doing in my house?” I ask in fear. I could see the look of contempt in her eyes. Today she was out to get blood, and I knew it was mine she was after. She was disheveled in a way I’ve never seen her. Behind her eyes lay a kind of coldness that scared the crap out of me. She looked un
I knew that she’d set Emma up, but hearing her confirm it was still a shock. How can she be so cruel? Emma was supposedly her friend, yet she didn’t hesitate to throw her under the bus just to save her skin. What kind of human does that, except maybe a psycho? “What did you mean by ‘We’, Christine?
“Let her go, or I swear, Christine, I’ll kill you.” In anger, she pushes me aside and starts shooting outside. “You love me! You should be on my side, not hers. You’re hurting me by choosing her.” She continues shooting. I hear a grunt and a curse, and my heart and fear spike up. What if one of th
It’s been six months since that day, and saying I’m happy would be an understatement. Christine was sentenced to a psych hospital for life, but she mysteriously died after a couple of weeks there. Her uncle was never found, but word is he was killed, and his body was fed to crocodiles. Both cases ha
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Ava It’s been a couple of days since Christine tried to kill me. I won’t lie, I’m still a bit shaken up. Once the adrenaline lowered, I crushed and bowled my eyes out. I didn’t understand how someone could be so evil, so cruel, and all because she blamed me for things that weren’t even in my contro