Alex's POV"Why do you keep calling?" I asked after some time."I-I just wanted to see you. Talk to you. Your mother wouldn't let me.""Of course she wouldn't. Why should she?"He sighed heavily."I know you're mad at me. I understand and I have no one to blame but myself. But I just hope... I just hope you'd forgive me for all of my wrongdoings.""What do you want?" I asked, eager to cut the call. I could feel the anger boiling up in me."If it's possible... If you have time... I wanted to ask if we could meet up. I want to see you, physically.""I don't know about that," I muttered.Another sigh."Please Alex. I swear I'm not here to cause any trouble. I just want us to talk."I glanced at my mom, seeking her approval."What did he say?" She whispered."He wants to see me. Asking if I have the time.""Well... Do you want to see him?" She asked. I let out a sigh and put the phone back in my ears."Okay. When?""Really? Thanks a lot. Anytime you choose is fine by me. I just want us to
Sylvia's POV(Wednesday morning)I stared at the wall clock, anxious about Alex's mom's arrival. My mom agreed for me to go along with them, so it meant I'll be missing school. I couldn't thank her enough."Aren't they here yet?" My mom asked from the kitchen."No... Not yet." I replied. " Oh, look... Their car is just pulling over. ""Just in time... " my mum muttered, joining me in the living room. I smiled at her.Mrs. Jones parked the car in front of our porch and came out, walking towards us. She knocked, and we welcomed her in."Good morning Mrs. Jones." I greeted her as she came in. "Good morning, dear. How was your night?""Good. Yours?""I highly doubt if I slept at all." She muttered and gave a mirthless laugh. My mom and I exchanged glances. Sobering up, she stared keenly at me."You ready?""Ready as I'll ever be," I replied gravely. "Okay. Mrs. Torres, sorry for the inconvenience, but I hope you do understand." She said, looking at my mom."Believe me, I do. " My mom re
Sylvia's POVWe were seated on one of the park's chairs, staring out as Alex processed his thoughts. He had stopped crying for some time and barely inaudible sniffs could be heard. Glancing at him, I wondered if I should say something but eventually clamped my mouth shut. He needed this moment."We used to be happy..." He began slowly, rubbing his hands together. I just stared at him."We were small, but we were happy." He continued. " We'd just moved to Oklahoma on a job transfer to restart our lives. It seemed happy till things got sour.""What happened?" I whispered, even if I knew he was going to tell me. He glanced at me, the pain evident in his eyes."He made some friends... And things started to change." I held my breath. " It was subtle at first, but soon it became obvious. He'd come home late and blame it on work when he was just with friends and he lost track of time. Then he started drinking and then..." He trailed off and, taking in a deep breath continued, his voice stron
Sylvia's POV"Wha-what are you talking about?" I stammered, my voice shaky. Oh God, how did he get to find out? He closed his eyes and took in deep breaths as if trying to calm himself down.I kept racking my head for what to say. Eventually, he brought out a phone and shoved it to my face. Shocked, I stared at him. He stared back at me. I gulped and looked at the picture. What I saw made my heart drop to my shoes. It was Alex and me but whoever took this picture used a really good angle because it appeared like we were kissing."Who the hell gave you this?" I asked, widening my eyes."That's for me to know." He growled." So you were with him?" He stated, no longer a question. I was already shaking my head. " It's- it's not what you think. True, I was with him... But we weren't even kissing! We just... Hugged." I said, squeaking the last part out.His face went blank as his eyes darkened even more. I swallowed and expected the worst. Suddenly he let go of me and I almost fell to the
Sylvia's POV(Next day: morning)I stared at the pictures on my phone, sighing softly. I don't want to go to school today. I don't think I have the emotional strength to handle it. I don't think I can confront Patrick.A knock came on the door and my mom peeked through."Mom..." I voiced out, managing a smile."Mind if I come in?" She asked. I nodded. She closed the door behind her and made her way to the bed. Settling on it, she looked at me."You've been acting all strange since yesterday. Is everything okay? " She asked gently."Yeah... I'm fine." I muttered. My mom smiled at me, but I know she doesn't believe me. Moms, they always know. Her gaze dropped to the phone I was holding, and she stared at the picture."Who's this?" She asked, collecting the phone from me. I took in a deep breath before explaining."Patrick.""Oh... I see." She mumbled. " You like him, don't you?" She asked again. My heart skipped a beat as she asked that, but I nodded, anyway. It was the truth. I did lik
Patrick's POV"Wha- what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice coming out quieter than expected. My mom stared at me, a confused look on her face."Patrick, are you okay? You look..." I cut her off."It's okay Mom. I'm fine. Could you please excuse us?" I asked, impatient to see her leave the room."O-okay. " She stuttered and left, glancing at us out. Once I was sure she was gone, I hurried towards her."How did you find me!?" I asked, my voice stern. She only smiled smugly."You didn't think you'd hide forever, did you? With what you did?" She asked, contempt lacing her words."Just how? " I repeated."I did my homework, Patrick. Although I have to commend you, you were really smart for not telling anymore you were moving till you disappeared. It took a lot of time to track you but finally, I did and... Here I am.""What do you want? " I found myself asking, agitated.Her expression blanked as her eyes darkened. Holding my gaze, she slowly muttered."I want you to tell the truth. T
Sylvia's POV(Three Days later)I stared at myself in the mirror, combing out my hair. Yesterday was eventful, even with the bad news. I smiled as I remembered how Patrick and I talked way into the night and the kiss he stole before I left. Although I couldn't help but worry about the girl who came earlier and the threat she made. I had asked Patrick if he knew her but he just shrugged it off, not wanting to talk about it.Sighing softly, I arranged my bags and picked up my school bag, walking out of my room."Mom, I'll be on my way now," I called out as I got to the living room."Wait... Won't you have breakfast?" She asked, peeking out of her room, still tired. When I got home yesterday she was still making sweaters. I hurriedly grabbed a banana."That'll do," I replied, smiling. " Bye now. See you later.""You too dear."And with that, I closed the door behind me. Walking towards the bus stop, I took in deep breaths as I glanced around my surroundings. These past months my boring l
Patrick's POV"It's not true...." I began to say, glaring hard at Neville. I've never been so mad in my entire life. " It's not true.""What? Why can't you just admit it?" Neville countered."I can't because I didn't do it," I replied boldly."If you didn't, then why did you run away? Why did you leave without a trace? Answer!""I did what I had to do, okay? But I didn't kill Alyssa.""You know, it's such a waste of time arguing with you. You're never going to admit it. I might as well just go out and tell the cops, let them do their job." She threatened and made to leave the room but Sylvia stood up from the crouched position she was in, cleaning her tears."He didn't do it." She muttered, her voice quiet but sure. Neville stared at her, gobsmacked."What?"***Sylvia's POVTaking in a deep breath, I continued gently, my voice coming out strong."Patrick said he didn't do it... And I believe him.""You're joking, right. Or has he brainwashed you too?" Neville asked me. I shook my hea