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I froze, staring at her crumpled form on the floor. My breath came in shallow gasps as I tried to process what had just happened. It felt like everything had collapsed in on itself, the danger suddenly too real, too close.Nora, her expression contorted with shock and pain, lay unmoving.Behind me, the door burst open. There were voices, shouted commands, footsteps rushing in. I heard the word "police" somewhere in the chaos, but my mind was too dazed, too focused on the blood on my face, on Nora's lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.Police team swept into the room, their movements precise and controlled, guns trained on the man with the steel grey eyes, who raised his hands in surrender. His cold, calculating demeanor cracked for the first time as they cuffed him, forcing him to the ground.I couldn't believe it was over. After everything, after the fear, the confusion, the unanswered questions, they had found me.An officer approached me cautiously, his voice soft but stead
I woke up to the steady beeping of machines. My eyelids felt heavy, like they were glued shut, but slowly I forced them open. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils, and the soft hum of the hospital room buzzed in the background.My body felt sluggish, weighed down by the remnants of whatever they had injected into me.Where am I?The memories came rushing back all at once, the crack of a gunshot, the blood, the police team, Jason holding me. But more than that, there was Samuel. The warmth of his arms, the vivid memory of running towards him fifteen years ago.It was all coming back, tangled and disjointed.But I didn't know what was real anymore.I tried to sit up, but my body betrayed me. My limbs felt like lead, and the room spun slightly. My throat was dry, and I could hear the faint rustling of movement beside me. A shadow loomed over the bed, and I turned my head, expecting to see Jason.But it wasn't him.It was a nurse, her face hidden behind a mask, adjusting the
The drive to the school felt surreal, like I was on the edge of some truth I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Jason sat beside me in silence, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his eyes locked on the road. The streets outside blurred past, but I couldn't focus on anything except the growing tension in my chest. My mind raced, piecing together fragmented memories, half-truths, and Jason's cryptic words.Naomi.Samuel.The rooftop.The last place I had been before my life splintered into pieces. The place where everything had gone wrong.But what exactly had happened up there? There had always been gaps in my memory, but now I couldn't shake the feeling that Jason wanted to fill them with his own version of events.We pulled up to our old high school, its familiar outline looming in the distance. It hadn't changed much in all these years, but the sight of it suddenly sent a chill through me. As Jason parked the car, he turned to me, his face unreadable. "Are you ready for this?"I didn
Jason looked away, his jaw tight. "I didn't want you to remember something like that. I didn't want you to go through that pain again.""But you didn't give me a choice," I snapped, my voice rising despite the tears threatening to spill over. "You kept this from me. You let me live in this… this lie. Why?"Jason met my gaze then, his eyes hard, unyielding. "Because I didn't want to lose you, Lana. I didn't want you to be consumed by what happened that night."I shook my head, pulling free from his hold. The sun was nearly gone now, the golden light fading into the deep hues of twilight. "You can't do this, Jason. No."The silence between us was suffocating, heavy with everything we weren't saying. The last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, casting shadows over the rooftop. Just then, Jason finally broke the quiet."I’ve always loved you, Lana," he confessed in a low voice. "From the moment I saw you, even when you pretended not to see me. I’ve always loved you. And now, I fina
Nelson pulled his sleek metallic black bike to a stop, the rumble of the engine fading as he removed his helmet. His dark hair fell into place as he shook it free, and for a moment, I was struck by how little he'd changed over the years.Nelson stepped off his bike, and the faint scent of alcohol hit my nose. Jason must have noticed too, because his whole demeanor shifted. I could feel the tension radiating off him, his body rigid as Nelson approached. Something about having Nelson here seemed to unsettle Jason in a way that went beyond a simple reunion."Jason," Nelson greeted him, a little smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Didn't expect to see you here. I spotted your car parked in the lot and thought I'd say hello."Jason gave him a stiff nod, his usual charm nowhere to be seen.Nelson's gaze shifted to me, and his eyes widened in surprise. He stood there, helmet in hand, clearly taken aback to see me after all this time. "Lana? I didn't think you'd come back after... everyt
I could barely feel my own body. It was like I was floating, but every part of me hurt, aching, trembling, and overwhelmed. Jason was driving, his eyes fixed on the road, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. The silence between us wasn't comfortable.It was suffocating.The memories were coming back too fast, too jagged, and I wasn't ready for them. I thought I could handle it, thought I could control it, but with everything that had happened the pressure was unbearable.I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to block out the rushing thoughts. My breath hitched. I couldn't breathe. It felt like the car was shrinking, closing in on me."Stop the car," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.Jason didn't seem to hear me, or maybe he was ignoring me. But I couldn't bear it. "Jason… stop the car!" I said louder, my voice shaking.He glanced at me, his eyes wide with concern, and quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road. The moment the car
The morning sun slipped through the narrow gaps between the blinds, casting soft, golden streaks of light across the room. The warmth touched my skin delicately, like a gentle hand coaxing me from the depths of sleep.I stirred slowly, feeling the rays creep further along my face, their persistence impossible to ignore. It was a quiet, almost tender awakening, as if the sun itself was trying to comfort me after the chaos of the night before.I blinked awake, my eyes adjusting to the soft glow now filling the room. I couldn't quite piece together how I got home, but the familiar weight of Jason's presence reassured me. There was always a sense of safety when he was near, even if that comfort felt complicated now.The low hum of the air conditioning filled the silence, its steady white noise something I often found soothing. It was tempting to drift back into sleep, but the bright morning light wouldn't let me. It felt like the world was nudging me to wake up, to face what had been left
I froze, my hand still on the doorknob, not turning around. His voice was thick with frustration, with something deeper that I had always tried to push aside. I didn't want to deal with this now, not on top of everything else."I've always been there for you," he continued, the sharp edge in his voice unmistakable. "I'm the one who stayed. The one who held you together when everything fell apart. Samuel's gone, Lana. He's gone. But I'm here."My heart clenched at the mention of Samuel, that familiar pang of loss. But Jason's words stirred something else—guilt, confusion, and the overwhelming pressure of expectations I never asked for.I turned slowly to face him. His expression was a mix of anger and desperation, his hands clenched at his sides. "You always talk about Samuel," he said bitterly. "You can't let go of him. But what about me? Why haven't you ever looked at me that way? I've done everything for you, and yet, it's like I don't even exist to you."His words hit harder than I
Nelson gripped the handlebars of his motorcycle tighter, his knuckles turning white, its powerful engine thrumming beneath him like a restless beast. It roared through the night streets of Sillas City as he weaved through traffic, the engine’s deep growl echoing off the narrow alleys. Lana's trembling voice replayed in his head, each word etched into his mind.“Crescent Towers… tenth floor—uh, number… 358, I think. … you’re my only hope. You have to help me.”He had hesitated at first, and for a fleeting moment, he wondered if this was a prank. But as the silence stretched after the call ended, guilt and worry gnawed at him.What if Lana truly needed help? The thought left a bitter taste in Nelson's mouth."Damn it," he muttered under his breath, twisting the throttle. The 650cc engine roared to life, propelling him forward with a surge of adrenaline.He couldn’t ignore her, not after hearing the desperation in her voice.Nelson eased his bike into the parking lot, the sound of the ru
The room felt heavy with unspoken tension, the kind that seeped into the walls and lingered like a storm waiting to break. Jason stood near the window, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, gazing out at the city skyline. The glittering lights mocked him, a chaotic reflection of the battle raging inside. His jaw tightened as he exhaled slowly, the sound barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning.Behind him, Jerry sat at the table, methodically sorting through his medical bag. The precise clink of glass vials against one another was the only sound, a steady rhythm in the charged silence.“Jerry,” Jason began, his voice low, almost a growl. “I need your help.”He didn’t look up immediately, but Jason noticed the subtle stiffening of his shoulders. When Jerry finally met his gaze, his expression was guarded, his movements deliberate as he closed the bag.“I’m already helping you, Jason,” Jerry said coldly. “More than I should.”Jason turned, his expression dark. “We’re not
I lay motionless, every inch of my body weighed down by exhaustion. Outside the bedroom door, I could hear them.Jason and Jerry, discussing my condition in hushed tones.I strained to catch snippets of their conversation, words like "dosage" and "observing" drifting through the crack. They sounded calm and steady, but to me, it felt more like they were plotting my imprisonment.Then I noticed it.Jason's phone rested on the seat where he usually sat while keeping watch over me. The screen glowed, a recent message half-typed, abandoned in his haste to follow Jerry. My heart thundered in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins.This was my chance.Ignoring the throbbing pain in my stitched hand, I dragged myself to the edge of the bed, fingers outstretched toward the phone. I trembled, fighting to steady my breath.My mind raced as I navigated to the contacts list.Nelson.He was my only hope. After the heated argument with Jason days ago, I clung to the belief that Nelson would n
For the next two days, the walls seemed to close in, inch by inch, and despair began to creep into my bones. I had hoped that playing the part, feigning obedience, would give me some space—maybe a chance. But Jason didn't leave the apartment.Still, he stayed, his presence shadowing me with its quiet, unnerving calm.Most meals arrived at the door, delivered with barely a sound, a silent reminder that I was cut off from the outside world. Jason set up his laptop on the counter, working without a word. Though he gave me the freedom to roam the living room, even watch TV, it felt orchestrated. As if he wanted me to feel relaxed enough to drop my guard.I tried to distract myself with the television, flipping through channels for anything that could pull me from this claustrophobic existence, but nothing caught my interest. Every laugh track, every news anchor's voice felt hollow, echoing against the surrounding silence.There was no way out. Every door locked from the inside, every windo
Jason stepped out of the shower, his movements relaxed as he wrapped a towel around his waist, droplets of water clinging to his skin. He noticed immediately that Lana was not in her room, but it only deepened his calm. He knew that there was no possible way for her to get out.He had seen to it. She was safely contained, her every means of connection to the outside world secured or removed. He'd thought through each scenario, each potential escape, and he knew with certainty that the only way she was leaving was with him, to Granata.As he dried his hair in his room across from Lana's, Jason glanced at the clock on the living room wall. The time was nearly up. He needed to change her bandage. He draped the towel around his shoulders, with a steady breath, he padded toward the kitchen, a small smile curving as he found her there, sipping a glass of water. She turned at the sound of his approach, her expression calm but distant, masking the tension he knew was hiding underneath."I hope
My arm throbbed lightly, a raw, stinging reminder of the wound left from yesterday. I winced, testing the movement, but relief washed over me when I realized it wasn't deep enough to slow me down.I needed to move fast, to be quiet. The shower hissed from behind the closed bathroom door, the only sound in the apartment. I took a quick, steadying breath.If there was ever a time to get out, it was now.I padded across the living room, feeling every muscle tense with purpose. When I reached the front door, my fingers went to the lock.I froze.That unyielding panel of numbers stared back at me, unmovable and impassive. I punched in the only codes I thought might work. Birthdays, common combinations, even random sequences. But each attempt ended with a sharp, unforgiving beep. My heart hammered in my chest. He had activated the security locked down system, blinking red with each failed entry.With growing dread, I tore my eyes from the door and cast a frantic glance around the apartment.
I blinked awake, my eyes adjusting to the dim light as I took in the soft shadows of the room. My hand throbbed slightly, wrapped in a fresh bandage.The antiseptic smell lingered, a reminder of how closely Jason had hovered over me. It felt like a weight pressing on my chest, this feeling of being caged. I needed to get away, away from his grip that seemed to tighten with every passing day.I shifted on the bed, letting out a quiet sigh. A warm hand squeezed my shoulder, gentle yet firm. Jason's voice reached me through the haze, soft and careful. "Hey, you’re waking up. I’m here.”Blinking, I opened my eyes, struggling to bring the world around me into focus. My mind felt heavy, muddled, and it took a moment to recognize where I was. Jason’s face hovered over me, a faint, reassuring smile on his face.The sunlight seeped through the blinds, casting soft, crisscrossed shadows over the room, grounding me slightly in its warmth. As I looked around, my eyes caught on the IV bag, nearly d
Lana began to stir, Jason felt a flicker of hope. He gently squeezed her shoulder, his voice low and soothing. "Hey, you're waking up. I'm here." Her eyes fluttered open, revealing a mix of confusion and fatigue. He smiled reassuringly, hoping to ease the disorientation that seemed to cling to her.The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows throughout the room. He glanced at the IV line, noting that the bag was nearly empty. The remnants of the medication administered by Jerry would soon be out of her system, and he hoped that would bring Lana back to herself."Here, drink this," he said, pouring warm water into a glass. He carefully raised it to her lips, watching as she took small sips. "You need more restful sleep." He added, wanted to ensure she felt comfortable and cared for."Jerry came by to check on you earlier," Jason explained, keeping his tone gentle. "He set up the IV to help you recover. It's almost done now." He gestured toward the line on her arm. "He
Jason eased Lana onto the bed, taking care to settle her comfortably before pulling the blankets up snugly around her, cocooning her in warmth.He brushed his fingers gently through her hair, smoothing out any strands that had strayed, letting them slip like silk through his fingertips.A mix of tenderness and guilt deep within him stirred, he lingered a moment longer, his gaze tracing her face as she slept, realizing just how far he had gone to keep her close, even if it meant crossing lines he'd once vowed never to cross.Making sure she was settled comfortably, Jason moved to close the blinds, casting the room into darkness, softening the edges of reality.The dim light created a quiet cocoon around them, shielding her from the world beyond those walls. He lowered himself onto the mattress beside her, the mattress creaking slightly under his weight.He observed closely as the tension in her expression eased, her brow softening as the pain began to recede. Her bandaged hand lay limp