The facility loomed ahead—rusted gates, overgrown vines wrapping around metal fences like something alive, like something trying to keep them out.
They stepped forward.
And then—gunfire split the air.
"MOVE!"
Chaos erupted—figures surged from the shadows, masked, armed, violent.
The gang wasn't just defending R.T.
They were protecting the lie that kept this place standing.
Vee hit the ground, Bella beside her, breathing fast, sharp, unrelenting.
Clark fired back, his aim too precise—and suddenly, Vee saw it.
Saw him.
Clark wasn't just fighting.
He was protecting something.
"Clark?" Vee's voice was sharp, filled with something raw.
Clark didn't answer.
Didn't have to.
Because as the gunfire raged, as the gang surged, R.T. stepped into the light—and looked directly at Clark.
Not with confusion.
Not with fear.
With recognition.
Vee's breath caught.
"You knew him?"
Clark exhaled sharply, gaze dark.
"He's my father."
The world tilted.
Everything collapsed.
And before Vee could react, before she could process the betrayal—the gunfire shifted direction.
A single shot, sharp, final.
And Alex—Alex was the one who fell.
Vee's scream tore through the air.
Bella grabbed her—held her back—but it didn't matter.
Alex lay there, bleeding, staring at her with something deep, unspoken.
"I told you," he whispered, voice weak. "I love you."
And then—he was gone.
The world blurred, turned hollow.
Vee felt nothing.
Nothing but rage.
Nothing but the need to finish this.
And then—she did.
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FantasyVeronica, a city girl, just broke up with her first love & has moved to a small town, the Cape, forcefully by her mom without a valid reason. The Cape Town College has warmly welcomed her where she met her best friends, Bella & Clark. When Veronica...
