Entrapped By The Devil

KNO

s night whispers into my ear, ev

t's quiet. I

cket house on Nightingale Street. And like every single time in

ng. I kn

hing I've ever believe

hance again. If I back down now, all of the years I'

get cold feet. There

installed in the neighbourhood. But even if the cops catch the car, it will never lead them back to me. The number on the number plate does not exist, nor does

ellow envelopes tumble out and fall to the floor. I ignore the clutter. Even though it ge

cu

self. And d

the size same as of the key fob, I take i

being at war. The moment I press this button, everything's goin

f changing you from the inside out. It changes you so much that when you look into the mirror; you don't even recognize your

ie fo

ion all along. I don't want them to take me for granted. I want those criminals-to know they can't get away with it. All of their sins

ing

through

say and let my thumb press

h the darkness and tears t

. Two. I close

the car rolled up, I hear

I watch as the small white picket house burns in the middle of

ad." I hear myself saying. "Wa

IZ

thinking about how I was going to get through the remainder of the

ely-fuc

n't be running away from the only man who ever made me feel safe. But things were different now. After I learned about all those secrets

And perhaps he did. Who was I to talk? I knew nothing about Vector Alfonso. He never cared to share. The only thing that seemed to matter to him whenever we were together was the feel of his lips on mine, his hands

environment was the reporter on the news channel. She was ranting about some explosion in the city at the time. I couldn't care

kind of ridiculous, if you thought about it, because I never hated myself in the first place. I had always be

ng intriguing going on up there. I had this awful urge yesterday to paint it black and hang some stars from it. Joey would have loved it. He was only five years old, but he already knew what he wa

ssed

e were best friends. Exactly how Hazel and I used to be. I thought about her almost every day after I escaped from Venice. She was such a pain in the arse. No kidd

idn't even know how she must have dealt with everything alone after I left. Sometimes I genuinely regretted not being in contact with anyone. What if Vladimir did something awful to her? What if she needed me and I wasn't there to keep her saf

in my face, I groaned lou

al minutes more when the reporter on the tel

say Nightin

he remote from the nightstand. As I increased the volume, f

they had discovered a few bodies. However, because they are in such bad shape, the authorities have been unable to establis

slipped fro

could

creaming at the screen. I slapped a hand over my mouth a

eamed dow

dn't b

or. "No!" I shook my head. "He cannot do that. Could he?" I didn't know. It ma

the door of the room as I sprinted as fast as I could. I caught the sight of a car and a man stepping out of it. I had seen him twice in the last

yelled. "W

er. "I'm sorry. I

, and now he looked genuinely w

ears chased down my face. I hu

d the key that I stole from him when we bumped and got into his car. I pushed the key into the igniti

ere the bla

as owned by Dan

Jo

unded my hand on

ed ha