Mscopffia

7 | You never know where the day ends. . .

(THIRD POV)

"You are not on your own on this!! Why did you do that?!" He growled at the woman. She only watched as the screen replayed the girl getting hurt, it satisfied her.

"We need to send a danger alert and I did." She laughed like a psychopath and pushed him away from her.

She turned her heels around and walked away, leaving her laugh hanging on the air together with a guy who was questioning if they were on the same side and if they still wanted the same things they did when the deal was set.

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(Selena's POV)

"Yeah, Molly! I take all my pills! Now please stop worrying about me and tell me about you." We got this one chance to talk and she talks about me. I've heard enough about me.

She started talking about all her days alone and complaining how I wasn't there, I joked saying now she can bring her boyfriend over and do whatever without fearing I may accidentally see, although my room will always be unavailable.

We talked for quite a while and then she had to hang up cause of work, being a model isn't easy. That one waffle she ate that morning, she regretted it so much, I feel bad about the pressure she is on under all those strict beauty standards in the world. She is a woman on her 20s and she is fifty three kg—that's so unhealthy—but she swears she eats well, I mean she is also quite tall, they expect too much from her yet she still is able to laugh and enjoy life to the fullest, I'm glad all that criticism doesn't affect her outside the industry.

I let the phone down on the table, on my right side and sat to sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, the shooting came in my mind, the guy who had-

Knock. Knock.

I open my eyes alarmed and stare at the door. I take a deep breath and let them to come in.

"MrHernandez!" Thank God you aren't some kinda of a new ki- no, let me rephrase thank you for not being her to end me.

"Came to talk." He has a casket filled with fruits and he puts it down at the table.

He takes the chair which is a little far from the bed and brings it closer. I furrow my brows not understanding why he is getting so serious all of a sudden but I say nothing. He focuses his green orbs on my hazel ones and makes me gulp from anxiety.

"I haven't found out yet who was behind it. . ." He says.

"Its ok—"

"That was meant to be me." He blurts out.

"On the last minute there was a change of plans. . . making you the victim. . . he didn't tell me much details but someone out there. . . wants you as well. . ." He explains.

I awaited this day honestly, staying under Leonardo Hernandez's roof isn't exactly a fun place where you'll have the time of your life kinda, its more like I wanna have all the killers on my back and make my eyes four even in my sleep place, so yeah. . . that is nothing surprising.

Nonetheless I acted shocked. Can't have him finding out about my identity, that's the last thing I need and he is the last person I'd wanna deal with.

"Okay. That's all." He got up to leave.

Not even a single apology or at least an I'm sorry half heartedly!! He just came in here gave me the information I already knew and left, as if this way he is relieved from this whole crime and its not his to deal with anymore.