The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.

Can You Hear My Voice?

Cleo's POV 

Except for Riza, the rest of us were in the plane. March got out to go get Riza, but came back empty handed, crying. 

"She-she-she I don't know how to put it. It's she just wanted to-no, she-she-she says she can't fly the plane." 

"Why? What's it to her?" Aly barks. Damien sits down next to me. 

"Riza thinks Aly hates her and is just going to abuse and use her." The Moron mumbled to me. 

"Cleo knows what Riza wants. Riza explained it to Cleo!" I stand up, holding a shwiney diamond. 

"Actually, Riza's got many reasons. First, she told me she felt A.O.U. presence. She also told me that we need to stop running away from our problems and face them. And she thinks you hate her, and are going to use her since what you said to her. She just wanted to apologize for hurting you, because she feels so bad for killing people. It burns her insides. It took me hours to get her to come to that, so you should just let her say what she wants to say, because that may not be it. But right now, I bet you that she's out there fighting the A.O.U. because it's the little pride she has left, now thinking we all hate her too." Stripper boy said. 

"If that's the case, go join her." 

"Alison! Why make us choose! ¡Qué asco!" Damien shouted before noticing he started speaking Spanish again. 

"What have you become?! Why?" Stripper asked. 

"If you try ta lay a finger on 'gretto, Cleo, Damien, Riza or 'mitri, I'm not hesaitent to shoot." Gun girl threatened, pointing her gun at Aly. 

"Cleo wants both and Cleo always gets her way!!!" 

"Aly, you-you've changed!" Dimitri says. 

Riza's POV 

Forget it. She hates you now. There's no use to say anything. 

I moved on, running after the presence of the A.O.U. members. I had nothing better to do. Everyone left me. 

So I did what I guess was my purpose fight. 

I ran after them, finding them, slamming into them, sparing, kicking, punching. They seemed to enjoy the sight of their friends getting killed. 

Killing. Didn't matter anymore. I had no one I had to protect. I could just go crazy. No one would visit me when i died. I could break outta jail. There wasn't anything better to do. I could become a wackadoo killer, like I hated. 

I then ran up to the top of the hotel, standing on the roof, letting the wind pass me, blowing my hair up, as I shouted, more like confessed, "Can anyone hear my voice?! Can anyone hear me?!" my voice was lost with the wind. Truth be told, no one could hear me. No matter what. 

"Can you hear my voice?!" I shouted. "Well can you?! Can you hear my voice, Alagretto?!" I stayed quiet for a moment, "Well since I guess I'll never see you again, I will have to confess I liked you too."