Sane

chapter 15

August 14,2016
Brookhaven, New York

Niya POV

I stared at my phone, heart pounding. The crash, the voices-someone had found him. And if they'd heard our conversation, they knew about me now, too.

A chill ran down my spine as I thought about it.This stupid bitch put everything on me I didn't want this shit but it was too late-I was already tangled up in this mess.

My phone buzzed, startling me. Unknown number. I hesitated, then answered.

A low, unfamiliar voice crackled through the speaker. "You know too much. Stay out of this-or you're next."

I threw the phone to the ground and yelled "Fuck man I just lost my fuckin sister ,and now this fuckin bullshit ."
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Dezmon POV

I nodded, a cold determination settling in my chest. "I'll be fine. But we need to move fast. If Boss is trying to get out, it means time is running out for us too."

As we sat there, the silence between us grew heavier, like the weight of the unknown pressing down on us. Suddenly, Raymond's phone buzzed, breaking the spell. He glanced at it, his expression darkening.

"What is it?" I asked, my heart racing.

Raymond hesitated a moment before answering. "It's a message from one of the guys still inside. Boss left the building almost an hour ago-without telling anyone."

I frowned, trying to piece it together. "But why? He never moves without a plan. Something must have changed."

Raymond rubbed his temple. "Exactly. Maybe he got spooked. Or maybe he found out something we don't know."

I leaned forward, urgency rising. "We have to find out what. If he's running, it means something's about to blow up-and we need to be ready."

Raymond nodded grimly. "I'll try to reach him again. You keep an ear out for anything else."

The room felt colder now, the ticking clock louder. Whatever Boss was running from, it was coming for all of us. And fast.
My mind slowly drifted to that girl.
I can't stop thinking about her. The way she moved through the room, like she belonged and didn't care who noticed. There's something about her-familiar, but I can't pin it down. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face, half-shadowed, a smile that looks like a secret.

Why do I feel like I know her? Did we meet before? School, maybe Or maybe I'm just making things up, desperate for a reason to get close.

I need to know her. Not just her name, not just the surface stuff-what makes her tick, what keeps her up at night. The more I try to shake the thought, the tighter it sticks. I have to find a way in. A real way, not some awkward introduction. Something that matters.

Tomorrow. I'll talk to her tomorrow. Even if my voice shakes. Even if she looks right through me. I have to know it's like her voice is intoxicating. I wonder how does she know boss ?