I meet him at the right time. Or a completely wrong one, depending on the perspective you look from.
I am not the one to fall head over heels in love with someone and he is not the guy someone should even fall in love with.
But there are all the wit...
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❝ Feeling all the highs,
feeling all the pain❞
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I have enough fingers on my one hand to count how many times in life I've been scared to death. Definitely that time my father came to my room for the first time. And then, one time, when I thought my mother stopped breathing. That was a time I still loved her. And then when my stepfather hit me.
That's it. Ever since then, I've been looking fear dead in the eyes and showing it my middle finger. Sometimes, we were even friends. Sometimes, we liked to make out.
But not right now.
I immediately started freaking out as soon as Fai delivers that punch. "How do you know that she's missing?"
"Jon's keeping an eye on here and she's nowhere to be found."
Fai is already standing up, getting ready to go out. I stand up with him. "She's supposed to be at classes. Are you sure she's not there?"
Fai gives me a pointed look. "Yeah, Kadie. He's sure she's not there. She never made it there, in fact."
I feel chills run down my body in shock when he says that. "How's that even possible? You said he's keeping an eye on her!" That shouldn't have happened. She shouldn't be involved in any of this.
"Yeah, but you stayed with her at night and he'd thought you two would be alright."
I put my hands in my hair, gripping it hard. "I had to go to school. Her classes started later than mine."
"This is not your fault," Fai says calmly.
I take my phone and dial her number. Her phone is turned off, which makes it all too real because she never does that. She's too paranoid for that and she always tries to keep safe.
When he grabs his gun, making sure it's loaded before he tucks it in the waist of his paints, I really start losing it. "So, do you think they just took her like they took me? Did they watch her? Wait for her to be alone? Oh, my God. What if they already did something to her?"
