At the age of 17 Mariana Deliro is given a multi-million dollar company, by who? That's anyone's guess. Money may seem like a blessing but don't be fooled, it's a curse in disguise. With money comes: lying, deceit, betrayals and even a twisted myste...
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11 years ago (the day of the tragedy), Ira's POV:
I put my car in park, push up the sun visor and get out to fill up the tank. I make my way over to the passenger side relatively quickly and grab my bag from it's position on the seat.
I walk inside the gas station and get conned into buying a packet of skittles. They're good at marketing, making me walk all the way through the store just to pay for gas. My will power is bad and walking past a full isle of sweet things and not getting any is just plain torture.
I get to the till and pay the cashier before returning back to my car.
I jump into my seat, the hot sun blaring in my eyes and place my pink handbag onto the passenger seat. After I put down my bag I spot something out of the corner of my eye. It's a note, folded between the sun visor and roof of my car. That was not there when I left.
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(Present day)
I tightly screw my eyes shut in fear. I can say with upmost certainty I didn't expect that one. I've never had a gun pulled on me before.
With my eyes shut I put my hands up to show him I mean no harm.
"My names Mariana Deliro." I say. It might help my case if Penny has told him who I am. "I'm 17." I continue, knowing someone is less likely to shoot if they know information about you as they'll feel more connected. "I'm not trying to hurt you, Penny is my Aunt, I need her help."
Nothing happens so I open one of my eyes cautiously and am met with a back. Jackson's back. He's stood infront of me.
I step out beside him, not wanting him to get shot for me.
"Leave." Jordan says.
"Please can we just-"
"This is your only warning." He says finally before slamming the door shut.
Jackson grabs my hand again and quickly starts walking down the road, my mind still in a daze. I'm trying to wrap my head around what just happened.
Once we get round the corner I stop and pull my hand out of his.
