" I would like a latte and for him an expresso " I said to the lady who came to take our orders. " You remember ? " he asked me and I blushed" I have a good memory actually " I said touching my head." So how well did you practice your lines juliet " he asked me and I smiled." Very well Romeo. " I answered and he grinned " Okay then let's start something before our coffee comes " he said" Okay " I agreed and then we proceeded with our presentation...Few minutes later, we had practiced our presentation to our content and are now drinking Ice cream while eating brownies." Should we play twenty questions ? " he asked me" Why not " I said and he nodded" Okay let me go first " he said smiling. I nod my head and watch him closely." What's your best color ? " he asked me. no one has asked my favourite colour in a long time." Chocolate brown " I said and watched his expression." That's pretty unique. I thought girls always sticked to shiny and sparkling colours like pink or purple
ELIZABETH:" Would you stop crying your eyes out ? " Alex said trying to pull the covers off my head but I was holding on to it so tight.He doesn't like me He doesn't like me" You are scaring me. first you came home early, without your purse drenched in sweat and did you walk home ? and now you are crying and being all emotional " she said again still pulling the covers " I am so stupid, I thought for a second something that I should never have thought of Alex " I said in tears." Hey tell me what happened " she said and finally succeeded in pulling the cloth from me. I had been crying for more than an hour so I know that I don't look so good right now. Wait why doesn't he like me, because I don't wear make up like the other girls, is it because I don't dress like them too. Or is it because of my red hair, should I just dye it blonde." Jesus you look like a zombie " she yelled and I pulled the covers back before sobbing again. It was more funny because I don't even know why I'm c
ELIZABETH:I sigh and move to my allocated seat because we are meant to sit with our project partners and Adam is currently my project partner. I dropped my bag on the floor beside the locker and take my seat, trying to ignore every living thing in the class as usual.A paper is left hanging on the table where Adam was standing earlier along with a black purse, my black purse.You idiot. I must have left it on the table at Starbucks on Saturday when I was with him. I picked up my purse and the note sticking to it. HereThat single word left me feeling confused and sad and I didn't even know what to think. " Come in Mr Rivers, you are not getting out of this presentation " Mr Mike said entering the class with Adam staring at the ground beside him." Good morning Mr Mike " we chorused and then he smiled " Good morning everyone. I hope we all had wonderful weekends ? " He asked and we noded our heads." Take your seat Mr Rivers " he said looking at Adam." But " Adam started to say."
" Oh romeo " I whispered as he wrapped his hands around my waist, his eyes holding my eyes in yet another long hard gaze." We will be together forever my darling. We just have to be a little more patient, you can do that right " he asked, his free hand holding my chin up to look at him. " I can do anything as long as I have you by my side. I love you Romeo " I whispered againHis eyes watch me intensely and then lowers his gaze to my lips. I think Romeo and Juliet are meant to share a kiss at the end of this scene. So am I supposed to kiss Adam.His lips touching mine in a second had my eyes wide open with shock. I didn't think he would do it this quickly considering the way our relationship is right now. It's for the play stupid, stop overreacting.I closed my eyes and then kissed him back before he pulled away panting." I love you too Juliet " " Adam " my voice came out a little louder than I expected and the whole class was looking at me now with weird faces but Adam who just k
ADAM:Why I can't get that kiss out if my head, I don't even know why I kissed her. I feel so bad right now. But I shouldn't let it get to my head too much since it was for the play. I wouldn't normally kiss her right and she would just slap me again like she did the first time when I slapped her. This is really just all a mess. " I'm going to eat lunch with Alex dude " cole said as he got into the lunch room. I nodded and smiled at him" I'm not hungry actually. I'm just going to sit with the guys for a little while and then get a permit to go back to the hospital to see my mum. Cheryl has stayed there enough " I said " Are you sure that's not just as excuse to not see Elizabeth and shawn hold hands and make out around school? " he asked and I frowned." I want to see my mum actually and yes I don't think I can take it that much. My mental health is at stake here " I said and forced a smile " Loosen up will ya " cole said and then he threw me a punch on my shoulder. " Don't loose
ELIZABETH" Oh don't just mop around like a sadist you are making me hate relationships " Alex said as she took her seat beside me in the living room. It was Monday afternoon after school and I had just three days left to spend at her house before my mum comes back home. " I'm not mopping around and I do not look sad " I countered even though I knew I was lying" Actually you kind of look really sad " ralph said interrupting our discussion like he always does. I rolled my eyes at him " No one asked for your opinion you know " Alex hissed at him before turning to me " but seriously ralph noticed that you are moody. " " Nothing is wrong with me, just drop the subject. " I almost flared up at her over something so little. I sighed and got up from the couch. " Where are you going? " She asked puzzledly " I'm going upstairs, I need to call mum " I said and she nodded her head. " Go on, I will catch up with you later okay " she said " Sure " I replied shortly and I went up the stairs
ELIZABETH" Good morning people " Mr Mike said beaming as he entered the classroom. He dropped the folders we presented to him on Monday for our presentation. I guess he had graded us already. " Good morning Mr Mike " everyone chorused and he stood right in the middle of the class." First let's get to the roll call okay " he said " Yes sir " we said and he smiled before proceeding to take his attendance note out. He walked around the class and called each name and marked whether they were in class or not. " Elizabeth Walkers " he said. The sound of my name making me look away from adam's figure looking outside the window. " Present " I said and blushed. " Pay attention more elizabeth " he said, a smirk obvious on his face. Damn I had been caught in the act. I nodded my head and looked away " Adam Rivers " Mr Mike said continuing the roll call" Here " he said shortly and Mr Mike nodded and ticked his name off the list. After calling all our names, he was done with the roll call
Flashback" I already dislike bryce so fucking much " Dena said as we both stood in front of the mirror. I chuckled " Stop that, you know I have liked him for a lot of years now,aren't you happy that we are finally going to go out,maybe he would ask me out too " I said " He doesn't even know your name. That prick " she scoffed and cursed out." Well my name isn't so common so spare him for forgetting it " I said " Stop taking his sides will you " she whined and I laughed before turning towards her." Yellow or blue " I asked as I held the two dresses in front of me" Blue, it will make your eyes stand out just the way I like it " she answered and I smiled" Blue it is then " I said and tossed the yellow dress back into the closet. " Must you go out with him " she asked me." Will you stop trying to jinx my date and get me to fit inside this dress " I said pulling the gown down my body. " Fine " she sighed and came up behind me to zip me up. I stood in front of the mirror, with Den
ELIZABETH:My heart pounded in my chest, echoing in my ears as I waited for him to speak, to say the thing I’d been avoiding, the thing I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear.He took a deep breath, and with it, I felt the air in the room shift. “Elizabeth,” he began, his voice low and quiet, but there was a raw edge to it, a vulnerability I rarely saw in him. “I love you.” He paused, his eyes never leaving mine. “I love you so much,"His words hit me like a wave, crashing into me with a force I hadn’t anticipated. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I had known, of course. Deep down, I had always known how he felt, but hearing it out loud, in his voice, with such certainty and conviction—it was overwhelming.“I—” I started, but the words caught in my throat. How could I respond to that? How could I explain everything I had been feeling, everything I had been afraid of, in just a few words? “Adam, I—” I tried again, but the look in his eyes sto
ELIZABETH:Adam.He walked through the entrance, wearing a dark suit, his hair slightly messy like it always was. He looked around the gym for a moment, his eyes scanning the crowd until they found me. And then our eyes locked, and everything else seemed to blur. My heart skipped a beat, and I could barely breathe.I stood there, frozen, as he walked toward me, his expression unreadable. The music, the people, everything around me faded away. All I could focus on was the fact that Adam was here. He had come. After all this time, he had shown up.“Hey,” he said when he reached me, his voice soft but steady. “Can we talk?”I nodded, not trusting my voice to work. My heart was racing, and I could feel the tension between us, thick and heavy. Without another word, we left the gym, slipping out of the side doors into the cool night air. The sky was dark, the stars faintly visible overhead. It was quiet, a stark contrast to the noise and chaos inside the gym.We walked in silence for a few
ELIZABETH:The day of prom finally arrived, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a mix of excitement and nerves. Prom was supposed to be this magical night that you remembered forever, but all I could think about was Adam. The fact that he hadn’t responded to my message still stung. Maybe I shouldn’t have expected him to. After everything that had happened between us, what right did I have to ask him to prom? I stood in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection, trying to focus on something, anything, other than the knot in my stomach. The soft pink dress I’d picked out felt perfect for the occasion, elegant and flowing, but it didn’t feel like me.I felt like I was putting on a show, pretending everything was fine, when really I was drowning in uncertainty. My hair was pinned up in loose curls, and my makeup was subtle, just enough to bring out my features. Cheryl had helped me with the finishing touches, gushing the entire time about how great the night was going to be. I tried t
ELIZABETH:Exams were finally over, and prom was in five days. The relief I felt was hard to put into words, but it wasn’t just the end of exams that had me so distracted. The upcoming prom was hanging over my head like a dark cloud. I should have been excited like everyone else, but there was one person I couldn’t stop thinking about. Adam. The girls and I had just finished shopping for our prom dresses, which was supposed to be one of the most exciting parts of prom prep, but honestly, I had gone through the motions. I picked a dress, tried it on, paid for it, and walked out of the store without feeling any of the usual rush of excitement I would normally feel before a big event like this. I was happy for Cheryl and Alex though—they seemed thrilled with their choices. Cheryl found this glittery, silver number that hugged her body in all the right places, and Alex chose a deep blue dress that made her hazel eyes pop. Meanwhile, my pale pink dress felt like a non-commitment. I coul
ELIZABETH:It felt strange to be back at school, like stepping into a world that had moved on without me. The familiar sounds of chatter in the hallways, the rustling of papers, the ring of the bell—it all seemed so normal, yet I felt completely out of place. I walked through the halls, my head down, avoiding the stares and whispers that followed me. Everyone knew what had happened. They knew my father had been arrested. They knew about the kidnapping, the beatings, and the gunshot that had nearly killed me. And yet, despite the weight of it all, life around me continued as if nothing had changed.I wasn’t sure if I was ready for any of it.As I made my way to my first class, I spotted Alex standing by the lockers, waiting for me. She caught my eye and gave me a small, sympathetic smile before rushing over to me, her arms outstretched.“Betty, hey!” she greeted me, pulling me into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re back. How are you feeling?”I didn’t know how to answer that. I hadn’t
ELIZABETH:When I finally opened my eyes, everything around me felt unfamiliar, as though I had been transported to a different world. The room was too bright, too sterile. The soft beeping of a machine beside me was the first sound I registered, a slow and steady rhythm that matched my own heartbeat. My body felt heavy, as if it wasn’t really mine, and a dull, persistent ache in my chest reminded me of what had happened. I blinked, trying to make sense of where I was, why I was here, and then it all came crashing back.The basement. The gunshot. Adam’s face as I threw myself in front of him. The explosion of pain when the bullet hit.I was alive. Somehow, I had survived.It took a moment for the rest of my senses to catch up. My throat was dry, and my mouth tasted like metal. Slowly, I became aware of the soft weight of a hand clutching mine, squeezing it tightly, as if afraid I might disappear again. I turned my head, wincing at the pain, and saw my mother sitting beside the bed. He
ELIZABETH:The room was spinning, and I could barely keep my eyes open. Everything hurt. My ribs felt bruised, my head pounded, and I hadn’t eaten in days. I could feel the bruises forming under my skin, the sharp sting of every breath a reminder of how long we’d been trapped in this hell. Three days. Three long, agonizing days since my father had taken us, since he’d dragged me and Adam into this nightmare. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. My muscles screamed in protest, and I had to bite back the cry that threatened to spill from my lips. I didn’t want Adam to see how weak I was. Not now, when he needed me to be strong. I couldn’t let him see me like this. “Stay with me, Elizabeth,” Adam whispered beside me, his voice barely audible in the stale air of the basement. I could hear the desperation in his tone, could feel it in the way his hand brushed against mine, even though we were both tied to the chairs. “Just keep breathing, okay? We’re going to get out of here.
ELIZABETH:I woke up screaming. My heart pounded in my chest, and my hands trembled as the remnants of that nightmare lingered in my mind. It was the same one again. The same horrifying memory, like a bad movie I was forced to watch over and over. Radena and I, running through the dark, our feet stumbling over broken branches and jagged rocks as we fled from him. My father’s voice echoed behind us, filled with rage and cold determination. The crack of the gunshot always felt too real, the scream that followed piercing the night and making my heart stop every time. Radena fell beside me, her body crumpling to the ground in a way that still haunted me even after all these years. And no matter how much I ran, no matter how fast I tried to get away, I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t escape.“Elizabeth!” Adam’s voice cut through the haze of fear. His hand shook my shoulder gently but urgently. “Elizabeth, wake up! You’re having a nightmare"I blinked, trying to shake off the darkness and th
ELIZABETH:The world was blurry when I first opened my eyes. My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it, and a deep, dull ache settled in the base of my skull. I blinked rapidly, trying to force clarity back into my vision. It felt as though the air was thick, suffocating, and the room I was in was dimly lit, with shadows creeping up the walls. My arms felt strangely heavy, and it wasn't until I tried to move them that I realized they were bound. Panic surged through me like ice water in my veins.I was tied to a chair.My wrists were bound tightly with rope, cutting into my skin, and the more I tried to shift, the more I felt the rough fibers biting into my flesh. The same was true for my ankles, which were tied to the legs of the chair. My movements were futile, restricted to small jerks as I struggled to comprehend what was happening. My mind raced, trying to recall where I was last, how I got here, and why."Elizabeth?" a voice croaked beside me. I turned my head shar