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
Patrick's POV( few days later)Sitting in front of them in the living room, I nervously played with my fingers. I had called them out from whatever they were doing so I could tell them what happened. Taking in a deep breath, I settled my gaze on them."So why did you call us?" My mom asked, breaking the weird silence that had ensued."Mom, dad. There's something I need to tell you.""We're all ears. " My dad replied.I sighed, rubbing my palms together. Taking in a shaky breath, I made to speak."Mom... Dad, I might be in trouble." I began. Mom stared at me, surprise in her eyes."What did you do?""I-it happened before we moved here. I had hosted a goodbye party a few weeks before you told me we were moving. At that party, however, someone died. ""What!? " they chorused together. I swallowed."She was a classmate of mine, but we weren't close. I had invited her to the party but unfortunately, she lost her life. Her name's Alyssa Anthony. ""Wait... Alyssa Anthony? " My dad asked."
Patrick's POVPacking my bags with the needed necessities for my travel back to New Jersey, I wore it on my back and picked up my phone. I'll be traveling back to New Jersey today. I had asked for permission from my parents and they grumpily allowed me to go. Right now, I'm on my way to pick up Sylvia."Dad, Mom. I'll be leaving now." I announced to them once I got downstairs."Okay, son. Take care of yourself." My mum replied, pecking me on the cheek. I smiled."I will. " I bowed a little and headed to my car, driving out.***I arrived at Sylvia's house moments later. The second I had parked at the entrance of her house, she came bursting out through the door. Wearing a simple black gown with cream sweaters and her hair let down, she looked simple yet breathtaking. I walked out of the car to greet her mom before leaving."Hey," I said when I got closer. She beamed in reply. " Good morning, Mrs. Torres. " I greeted her mom."Good morning, dear. How was your night?""Great. I do apolo
Sylvia's POVWhat!?Is Neville for real right now? Why would she want to do that? I watched as Patrick paced around the room, his hands in his hair, ruffling them. "I can't let that happen. I'm in New Jersey for Christ's sake. If she tells, I'll got to jail for sure."I quickly got up and ran towards me, pulling him to face me."We won't let that happen. We'll find something, anything.""When?" He was really agitated now. I gulped, forcing myself to think. What could have killed Alyssa? An idea popped into my head and I went to quickly grab a coat."Where are you going?" Patrick asked."If we stay here, we won't find anything. You know Alyssa's house, right?""Yes. Why?""We need to know the kind of ailment Alyssa had first. And there's only one person who can tell us that. ""Who?""Her parents." I announced. Patrick's eyes widened in shock."No... I can't go there..." He began to say."Patrick, it's Alyssa's parents or jail. Which do you prefer?"He opened his mouth to say somethin