{This chapter is unedited so I am sorry about my grammar,spelling,tenses, and any other mistakes I make. This book is currently in editing.}
Fours POV
When I left the Arts Cafe room I went to the bathroom.
I washed my sweaty palms.
When I was done I thought I heard someone yell my name.
I ignored it knowing that it was just my imagination.
Then I dried my hands.
I heard my name again but this time more clearly.
It was a female.
"Four!"
Miriah.
I walked out of the bathroom and looked outside.
No one.
I knew it was just my imagination.
I was going back inside when I heard a scream near the bushes.
I ran into the bushes and saw a dark figure caring Miriahs body.
"Hey! What do you think your doing?!" I yelled.
He looked up.
His ice blue eyes widened.
Then he ran up to me and swung.I dodged it and punched his stomach.
He groaned in pain.
I kicked his chins and twisted his arms then I punched his nose and he fell on the floor. Unconscious.
I grabbed Miriah's Body and put her in the back of my black Toyota Rav 4 Truck.
I drove to my house, put her in my bed, and called the police.
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Firiah ➳ T.J. {IN EDITING}
Roman d'amourMariah and Four hate each other's guts. Suddently Four confesses his love for her and she strangely feels the same way, but Fours past his now haunting him and he is forced to choose between Miriah or Saving thousands of lives. Who will Four choose?
