Chapter 2

Ava's p.o.v

It was suppose to be a good Sunday for me, but no those pricks had to ruin it for me. Goddess I was so mad that I could kill someone and bury their corpse with no remorse. One pathetic call, one goddamned annoying phone call from Bryson was all it took to dampen my mood completely. I thought I was going to enjoy my Sunday alone, watching movies and obviously sleeping in the afternoon, seems I was in for a shocker.

Bryson had called me, demanding my presence at the mansion, he refused to tell me why he needed me there. His parents were out of the country, so I didn't get why he would bother me during my day off. They were always going from business trips. Even when they were around, they'd spent most of their time working.

So mostly it was just the two boys and well me. Before they left, they had asked me to move into their place, they weren't happy with the fact that I commuting to and fro on a daily basis. Even when I tried to assure them that I was okay, they still insis