Amanda's POV
The plan was set. Now, we just had to put it into action. I didn't know why, but I felt more confident, with the help of Ms. Raymond. I just needed to wait until tonight.
This was time to prove that I didn't need a man to come to my rescue. I was capable of doing things on my own, and despite my attachment to Vince now, it made me feel more empowered and in control. Perhaps, I didn't need Vince for once.
I felt bad to burden him sometimes, especially with my friend Layla. It wasn't his fault at all. It was mine, for getting involved in the file and the Victoria business. I shivered involuntarily, goosebumps rising onto my skin. What was wrong with her, and what did she want from me?
When I went back home, my mind was relieved after a fruitful and informed time with Ms. Raymond, who did share some of Vince's quirks with me.
"You know, when Vince was younger, he would flap his wings like that," Ms. Raymond demonstrates,
Amanda's POVAfter my talk with Liz, I finally got the reassurance I wanted. Yes, no wonder it was confusing. This meant that the right file was still on the shelf somewhere. This was such a huge relief I almost collapsed onto the floor in happiness. Perhaps there was some hope after all.I had checked the cameras that were installed in the house before, but I hadn't found anything unusual. Liz had let me use her computer to access the tapes, and those videos in the daytime showed no hint of any kind of intrusion.This meant that whoever it was, he or she definitely snuck in at night when it was dark. I looked through my misty window and saw fogs upon fogs piling onto each other in the distance. A gloomy day, no doubt souring my mood a little.Perhaps it was why they couldn't identify the right file by checking its contents. They just acted on instinct, took the file, and left.A knock on the door startled me. I got up from my bed immed
Vince's POVWhen I spoke on the phone with Amanda, I had already known that she was lying. Layla was her best friend, there was no way that she would be this unconcerned about her. What was she hiding from me and more importantly, why was she hiding?Amanda was going to be my girlfriend, almost. We couldn't afford to keep any more secrets from each other, unless absolutely necessary. No doubt, I felt a little hurt by her evasive actions, but if she thought that this was going to stop me, she was wrong.I was stubborn and determined in nature, so nothing would stop me. Nonetheless, I hadn't always been badass. I was always shorter and less bright than my classmates, but I've always fought harder than them. In elementary school, however, I was continually teased for my size.Usually, I would just ignore them but the bullying had gotten so bad to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I decided enough is enough, so I punched the biggest bully in the face
Amanda's POVI didn't know what came over me when I dashed into the apartment. Perhaps it was pure recklessness, or to save my friend, I didn't really know. Probably it was a combination of both.The person sitting on the chair had long dark hair, but I wasn't close enough to see her face. My legs just flew forward, before anyone could stop me at all. I was too overwhelmed with emotions to think straight. To think that she had been here since yesterday night, getting tortured by these beasts of a human... It was unimaginable."Layla!" I cried out, when I reached her chair. Never did I expect that it wasn't her at all. What was supposed to be Layla was just a mannequin with a wig. "Knew you'd fall for that," Victoria taunted. When I had realised my mistake, it was already far too late.The door was already clicked shut behind me, sealing me away from the outside world. I screamed in horror. The worst that could happen, had happened to me now. M
Vince's POV Nothing could describe how relieved I felt, when Amanda appeared in the doorway. Damien and I were here since 8pm, but we didn't know what we would do or find. I merely tracked Layla's celphone to this place and we had no other clues. This place was humongous. It looked less like an estate building than a giant shopping mall. Damien and I came in our motorbikes. We parked them discreetly inside the adjacent building so as not to attract too much attention. It was a big and vacant space, and as far as we could see into the buildings, it didn't seem like there were many staying here. The ground was covered in dirty concrete and the buildings looked like they haven't been refurbished for years. Was Layla trapped here? I couldn't imagine how that felt. Just moments ago we stepped into the place, and I already felt like leaving. There was a dangerous air about this place, and I didn't like it at all. We had to move fast. The best scenario was that we sneak in and rescue Lay
Previously... "Damien, move forward. Make sure no one lays a finger on Amanda," I snapped. "Yes, for sure," Damien replied. "Oh, Amanda is coming out!" Damien sounded shocked. I was taken aback and confused for a second. If this was true, how did Amanda survive that? There were at least six guards in the room, all going to ensure that Amanda couldn't leave. Victoria as well. So, how did she do it? "She's coming towards the staircase. I better hang up now," Damien said, relief flooding his tone. My heart, which was beating so fast, suddenly slowed down considerably. By some miracle, Amanda was safe. I sighed in relief. How did that happen? It was a miracle, sent from heaven. Never had I ever been more grateful. Unknown POV I was hidden in the bushes. They definitely couldn't see me, for I was invisible. I was the master of being invisible, and lucky for me it was a great skill to have. Ever since I had been back, I've been observing them. Victoria Hutcherson and her sidekick. Sh
Amanda's POV I heard the rustle of leaves in the distance and thought that the wind was playing tricks on me. However, slow and measured footsteps followed from behind me, and I could no longer ignore its presence. I turned, and saw a ghostly figure, just about ten feet away striding towards us. That figure was wearing thick-soled tracking shoes, and I only knew one person who would do that. The familiar face, already wrinkled with age, walked slowly towards Victoria, Vince, and myself. "Dad...what are you doing here?" I could hardly keep my voice steady, as my heart thudded wildly as if about to jump out of my body. Holy crackers! Did he know about this all along? I wanted to faint in embarrassment. I felt like I was experiencing an out-of-body experience as my whole body went numb, like an empty case where my soul has left my body. Even worse, my dad wasn't looking at me like I had expected him to, but his gaze was centered on Victoria. Did they know each other? Even though I was
Vince's POV After I dropped Amanda off at her house, there was nothing left for me to do. I had already said what I wanted to say to Amanda but why did I feel so reluctant to part with her? Perhaps because I hadn't said the three magic words to her yet. I'd admit, I didn't really want to admit it to myself. There was no other reason why I would go far out of my way for her. If my future self had told me that I would put myself and my brother, Damien in danger for a girl, I would have thought it was ridiculous. Did I love Amanda? Even before I could think of this thought, it was already true to me. Idly, I wondered where I could take her for dinner, and finally ask her to be my girlfriend. Girlfriend actually sounded superficial and a gross understatement of our relationship. We had been through so much, and she knew about my deadly family secret. Yet, she still wanted to be with me. Every other girl at school would have called the police on me and got me arrested. Why did Amanda tru
Amanda's POV When I approached my house, the light was still on. I frowned, glancing at the digital clock on my phone. It read 3:15am. Who on earth would still be awake at this hour? I walked closer, my damp jeans and shirt already too soiled from the scruffle just an hour ago. My hair was all tangled up, frizzy at the edges. I really need to get cleaned up, I thought to myself. I reached out for my keys but suddenly there were footsteps approaching closer and I heard the familiar unlocking of the front door. There stood Liz, looking as pale as a ghost, staring at me at first as though seeing me for the first time. Then, a flash of relief crossed her face before she crossed her arms and a frown creased her forehead. Oh no, she's angry with me. "Hello?" I said weakly, balancing my weight from foot to foot, which felt as though they were going to give way anytime. "Hello?!" She scoffed. "Where have you been, young lady? You are in so much trouble." She said, her jaw set in a firm l