Nina When I returned home that night, I locked myself in my room and got to work scouring through Justin’s patient files. I stayed up all night poring over the files until the sun came up, but there wasn’t anything in the folder that could outright prove that Edward had given Justin the Mad Wolf se
Nina I woke up the next morning in a daze and not knowing where I was. As I cracked my eyes open against the light coming in through the window and started to get my bearings, I realized from the smell of the wood and the forest around me, in combination with the smell of campfire smoke and the sou
Enzo I hadn’t been planning on going to the party, but Matt dragged me along; I figured it could also be a good chance to try to observe Justin or to interrogate Lisa, so I agreed to go. It wasn’t long after I got there, however, that rumors started making their way over to me… Rumors of Nina being
Lisa struggled some more. I loosened my grip on her neck slightly so she could breathe properly. “Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’ll tell you. But can we sit down, at least?” Reluctantly, I released Lisa and blocked the door so she couldn’t leave. She rolled her eyes again and walked over to
Nina I woke up in a dimly lit room that smelled oddly of lemon cleaning solution. My throat felt raw and sore, and it took longer than usual after opening my eyes for my vision to come back into focus. Finally, when it did, I realized that it seemed as though I was in some sort of brightly lit pris
Nina I don’t know how long I was asleep. All I remembered was an immense amount of pain, Edward’s face looming over me, and then… darkness. When I woke up, I was back in that same room that I was in before. My wrists and ankles were bound to the table, and the lights were blindingly bright. My bra
Nina Minutes passed, then hours. Soon, it could’ve even been days; I had no way of knowing how long I was down there. As time ticked on, the bright fluorescent lights in my cell never faded, making me lose all sense of time. I felt myself beginning to lose my grip on reality. I couldn’t cry or scr
Enzo Several days passed after my father found me in the hockey rink, and I didn’t see or hear from Nina. I didn’t particularly want to, either. In my mind, she was probably with Ronan. I knew I wasn’t supposed to feel negatively about it and that we were just supposed to be friends all this time,