book 3 of 4
have you ever hated someone so badly you just wanted to shoot them dead? yeah, well, be careful what you fucking wish for.
let's get one thing straight, when bianca prescott wrote up that hit list, she never intended on actually murderin...
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030 big bad rafe cameron
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Bianca didn't feel like herself. She hadn't for a while.
She used to be different once. Now, she was like a watered-down version, pale and thin. She slipped through the cracks unnoticed. She faded into the background. She grew sharp edges and didn't let anyone get close to her.
Bianca didn't know how she came to be like this, how she ended up here. She only remembered the way she used to be; bold and unapologetic.
She was not herself anymore. She didn't know how to fix this. The worst part was... she didn't even know how to try.
Her body moved in slow motion as she pushed open the front door, desperate to breathe anything but her cries reverberating off the walls. The moment the cold breeze pricked her skin, her teeth began chattering and her arms shivered. Yet, she could barely feel it over the numbness which settled into her bones.
Bianca barely took a step outside before spotting a familiar car behind the tall barred gates of her home. Barry leaned against the hood, his arms crossed over his chest. When he saw her appear, he gave a menacing wave.
Bianca's breath hitched. Whatever this was, it couldn't be good. After her most recent run-in with Barry, she knew she couldn't avoid him or risk her friends, and family getting hurt. She was in no position to run, especially considering he'd shown up right outside her residence.
Bianca wiped her bloodshot eyes of any remnants of tear tracks and weakness before walking toward the gate. When she neared, Barry straightened his spine, a sly smirk quirking at the corner of his lips.
"Why do you always show up," Bianca stifled a sniffle, folding her arms to block out the breeze. "At the most inconvenient of times?"
Barry's eyes searched hers through the metal bars, taking in the state of her red-splotched cheeks and puffy eyes, "What can I say? I was just too excited to pay my favorite Kook a visit."
