Gabe.We watched our dad leave, heading straight for our mom. According to him, we were boring as shit so he went to our mom, who, according to him, was better company than we were.The moment he was out of earshot, Travis turned to us with his brows pulled down in a frown.“I don’t get why he is he
“I’ll talk to my parents.” We turn, surprised to see Ava standing a few feet away, her focus on Travis. “Their revenge has gone on for too long.”“Not long enough if you ask me,” Reaper chimes in, his voice full of disgust. “Given your treatment of Ava, I wouldn’t stop if I were them.”“Seriously? A
EmmaI stare at the mess in front of me, not really sure what to do with it. I’ve been off these past few days and I haven’t been able to pinpoint the exact reason as to why I’ve been feeling this way.I’ve tried thinking about it, but nothing comes to mind. All I know is that I have been feeling of
I stare at him for a while. I then take off my gloves.“Now, what are you doing?” He seemed amused by my actions.“Well, you are my teacher; if you think it’s better to use my bare hands, then that is what I will do.”I follow what he’s doing and mix the soil together. I don’t know whether it's just
Calvin.Today was a day for just chilling and relaxing. I didn’t have much going on, so after Gunner and I completed the chores around the house, he asked if he could go see Emma.I was surprised at first, but I had promised him that I would with his flow. That I would respect his decision if he wan
“Come on, Emma, open those big blue eyes.” I beg for mine and Gunner’s sake. “Don’t you want me to forgive you? Then wake up.”She doesn’t. Her eyes remain close. She is almost white as a sheet, and her blonde hair is spread behind her. If it weren’t for the blood that covered it, she would have loo
Coldness fills my body as my breath comes rapidly. I can’t breathe as the pain in my chest intensifies. I bring Gunner close to me, holding on to him like he is a lifeline.This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. She has to be fine.I repeat those words over and over again like a fucking m
I pull myself up straight, my back ramrod, as I try to give myself some false bravado. I try to get the words out. To tell her that I am okay, but my tongue is heavy, and the words refuse to leave my mouth.She gently pats my shoulders. “I understand. Go and take a seat. It looks like your son needs