𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 is a selective mute. Ever since her mother died, she felt like life was hopeless. That she didn't deserve love. Her father is never home. Her step-brother uses any excuse to hit and punish her and her stepmother is too ob...
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-S E V E N T O M I D N I G H T- "Her angel eyes saw the good in many devils." -Unknown _____________________
Liam laid his foot heavy on the gas as he sped down the road. His sport car coming in clutch as he effortlessly zoomed past honking cars.
His vision was blinded by previous events. The guys phone that he just mercilessly killed was tightly in his hands as drove with one hand. All the questions were buzzing around in his head.
What business did his Uncle have with an amateur gang?
Why was this low life texting his Uncle and what exactly was he planning?
Anger radiated off of Liam's body, he could barely think straight. What are the odds his Uncle was doing business right under his nose.
Liam turned sharply into André's driveway, quickly getting out of his car and sprinting up to his front door.
He fumbled around looking for the spare key that he remembered sat under the dead flower pot. Once he found it, he barged in and startled the sleeping man on the couch making him release and shrill scream.
"What the bloody fuck mate! How did you even know I was here!?" André yelled, groaning as he used his hands and pulled himself back on the old couch.
"I know you visit your parents every weekend and it's Friday so I figured you'd be here." Liam sat down on the couch next to André and held up the phone.
The dark skinned man rubbed his eyes to rid himself of his tiredness and glance at the phone with confusion.
"What do you want me to do with this?" André asked, his voice holding annoyance as he was cranky from being woken up.
Liam's grip on the phone tightened, "You're going to track this number and find my Uncle."
André looked at his friend in slight shock. He hesitated, but grabbed the phone from Liam's hand. "I don't hack anymore Liam." André said as he analyzed the old black cell.
Liam scoffed and looked off to an empty dark hallway that lead to André's childhood bedroom. "Do you still have your old step up?" He asked raising an eyebrow at the dark skinned man.
André groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay...fine I'll do it." André sat up and stopped mid way yelling towards the kitchen. "Mama, don't come in my room for like...four hours!"
Liam chuckled at his friend and followed him to his room.
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Izabela shakily reapplied her cherry lipgloss in the public restroom, wishing she was anywhere but here. Her brown hair flowed down her back in waves as a white clip pinned some of her hair in the front.
