Lindsay “I'm talking about you, Lindsay,” he said. “I want you back.” I chuckled skeptically. "What are you doing now? Why are you saying this? Do you really want me to believe that?” I asked being skeptical of his words. I mean, our marriage had taken years and all that time I was doing everythi
Annie The park was shining, illuminated by a thousand colored lights. I looked around, marveling at the place. I had never been to an amusement park at night, and the vibrant atmosphere made me feel like I was in a movie. Peter looked just as excited as I did, with his eyes shining and a wide smile
Annie "My name doesn't matter," he replied, with a calmness that made me suspicious. “Your Dad told me to come get you. It’s time to go home.” My heart was pounding in my rib cage. How the hell had my Dad found me? Peter and I had been so cautious until now, we hadn't left behind any clues that wo
Annie Peter and I ended up having to go to an inn because it was late at night and my father's men were scattered throughout the city. We needed to stay hidden and wait for those men to leave so they could give us a drink so we could continue our journey. The room was average with rough decor and
Annie Peter and I had to leave that guesthouse because the men sent by my father were already almost at our door with the intention of coming to get us. “How the hell did they find us?” Peter asked, upset, as he and I ran out of the inn. I was also so confused, and I was sure we didn't leave an
Laura I was sitting on my bed while staring at my cell phone in my hand. I was making yet another call to Annie, another one of hundreds in fact. She refused to answer all my calls; her cell phone was out of range, but I still kept calling because if I didn't, I would feel completely useless. I h
Annie I was leaning over the toilet in the restroom, regurgitating everything I had eaten that day. My stomach was all upset, and I was shaking all over, feeling so terrible. I really shouldn't have drunk so much. So I heard the knock on that cabin door. “Ann, do you need some help?” It was Peter
Laura We were in front of the Davies mansion while Jason and I said goodbye to the kids and our Moms. As agreed, Jason and I were going to look for our daughter, and Roseanne and Vivian were happy to help by taking care of the twins. “Please, Mommy. Don’t go, it’s too dangerous...” Stephen asked a
Annie POV I was still on the dance floor, the warmth of the masked boy’s body against mine, my head resting on his chest as the slow music guided us. The sound of his heartbeat against my ear was almost hypnotic, and I let myself get lost in that feeling I couldn’t quite explain. He’d just said s
I swallowed hard, Caleb’s words coming back to haunt me. “Have you ever stopped to think that maybe we’ve gone too far?” He’d said that at the mall, and I’d hung up on him, but now they echoed in my head. Annie had hurt me, yes. The fight in the dorm, the way she called me fake, like I was trash she
Abby POV I was leaning against the wall of the ballroom, the cup of punch in my hand already warm and forgotten, as I watched Annie dance with that masked boy. The soft lights of the ball cast shadows over them, and even from so far away, you could feel something in the air—a chemistry almost tangi
Anne POV I was there, trying to at least pretend I was enjoying the party with Summer, letting the loud music and spinning lights distract me from the weight pressing on my chest. Summer danced beside me, throwing her arms up with that endless energy of hers, and I tried to keep up, forcing a smile
“She’s an idiot,” Summer said, crossing her arms as she looked at me with concern. “You okay?” “Yeah,” I lied, grabbing a cup of punch just to have something to do with my hands. “I just… I just want this to stop, you know? For people to leave me alone.” Before Summer could reply, I felt him befor
Anne POV It was the day of the freshman ball, and I stood in front of the mirror in my dorm room, the blue dress Summer had insisted I buy staring back at me. The fabric draped lightly over my body, the delicate sleeves and simple cut highlighting my shoulders and collarbone in a way I knew was bea
“Why do you keep hanging out with them, Abby?” he asked, and now there was a note of concern that annoyed me even more. “You know Madison’s not good for you. She uses you, and you let her.” “It’s none of your business,” I shot back, my voice sharp. “I do what I want, Caleb. Bye.” I hung up before h
Abby POV It was a lazy Sunday, and I was at the mall’s food court, waiting at the counter to pick up snacks for myself and the “new friends” I’d managed to latch onto. The smell of grease and cheap coffee filled the air, and the hum of conversations mixed with the muffled pop music from the speaker
Caleb, Abby, Madison, Nadia—they all spun through my head like a broken carousel. I wanted to tell my parents everything, collapse and ask for help, but the thought of seeing disappointment in their eyes—or worse, them trying to intervene at Oxwell to “save” me—made me swallow the words. I had to fi