"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The weeks passed by slowly as things finally began to go back to normal, well, as normal as Zayn would allow them to be; After the horrific incident that news officials report to be the worst homicide Athens, New York has ever seen, it left everyone in a state of fear. Most of them being regular civilians that has now feared underground matches.
Mason's death had been a shock to a lot of people, including Vincent, who took it the hardest more than anyone. Which was understandable since theyve been together for a very long time, some people even believed they were destined to walk down the aisle together. I dont think anyone has even been more deserving of true love other than Vincent, he was someone who worked the most to make sure other people felt welcomed and never judged anyone for their past. Which is why he was one of my greatest friends.
Thats why I knew I had been more than responsible for Masons death, it was placed on my shoulders for taking away someone he loved more than life itself. And that is something he can never forget, it was my fault this happened. But I don't think it was the fact that he may have died, but more so how; The arena had been placed underneath investigation for his murder, and the other woman that I saw in the bathroom in the end stall was also apart of the horrific murder.
No one could barely get any rest during the holidays as January finally rolled around, those two weeks being the hardest more than anything. I spent my Christmas break locked away in the privacy of my own room, curtsey of Zayn who didnt want me staying in a empty apartment by myself on the holidays. It was hard to find that week joyful, but he tried so hard to make it a little tolerable, even if I wasnt in the best mood to celebrate anything.
All of the decorations placed around the E-state as he tried to lift my spirits, even though we didnt really talk majority of the time. I just didnt feel like speaking to anybody since I had to accept what I done to one of my best friends, once again, it was my fault they got hurt. This was spiraling down on my shoulders, realizing that everyone that came around me winded up dead or worse.
That was my truth, which is why I decided that I didnt deserve to celebrate this holiday. It was a severe punishment to myself, making sure that all of that stuff played in my head. Which caused a lot of sleepless nights, ending up with me screaming bloody mary in the middle of the night from nightmares that didnt seem to stop. And it left me with tireless mornings, that made me grumpy and astonished from all of the news that swept across the state.
I wasnt even allowed to leave Jersey neither, considering the fact most people were looking for us, due to questioning and my mother still had a warrant out that could terminate another arrest since she has this idea that he was breaking the law by constantly being around me. Which apparently meant that my own mother forged my signature to lawyers, who put out a restraining order against him.
All of it was too unbearable to handle, I could barely keep up with the back to back news that just rained down on my mood. The rest of my times was lurking halls of the hospital, trying to build up the courage to face Vincent. But nothing giving me the strength to apologize, it was harder because he had to miss Mason's funeral just because he wasn't cleared yet by police officials and doctors who wanted all of the nerves in his arm to come back. If not, that means he would never be able to draw, write, or do anything ever again like he used to do.
