My eyes were fixed on the gun for some seconds and then moved up to Steve's red face.

"Answer me!!!" He said cocking the gun.

I didn't know what to say, my head had gone blank after Steve had appeared with the gun. Several horrible memories came back to my mind. Memories of the times I've been tortured with the gun, memories that date back to when I was very little then to latest ones.

The charming golden lights in the dinning became blurry, my ears rang and the room began to swirl around. I felt lost and alone for a while before I was knocked out of that by the sound of a gun cocking close to my face.

Gradually the blur vanished and I regained my sight, only to find a shotgun directed to my forehead.

I staggered backwards until I was resting on the mahogany dining table.

My mum was trembling with annoyance as she pointed the gun at me. "Answer the goddamn question or I'll blast your brains."

"Please don't shoot! Don't shoot!" I pleaded.

She gave out a short laugh. "Hill, I think you should know better by now. I don't care if you die or not, seeing your dead body will be nothing else but pleasure."

I stared at her shaking eyes and deep down I knew she really meant it, so I did what was best for me. I spoke out. "No. I didn't feel anything."

Steve threw one of our glass vases away and yelled; "Why did it take you so much time to spit that out, Hillary."

"I don't know...I...guess I was just...frightened, you know? By the gun." I said.

My mum pressed the gun on my forehead with so much force that gave me an immediate headache. "If I find out that you're lying to me, you will be truly sorry."

She dropped the gun on the floor and fell to the ground. She suddenly began to cry and yell out loud. Steve went over to her and comforted her.

"She wants me dead." My mum cried. "She hates me just like her sister does."

I watched her cry and yell curses at me. She cried louder and louder and accused me of certain things I had no idea of.

"What are you looking at?" Steve spat out. "Get out of our sight, before I use the gun on you?"

I quickly ran out of the dinning room and up the spiral stairs. I started from up until Steve's wicked eyes caught me. I ran into my room and slammed the door shut.

I climbed my bed, covered myself with a soft blanket and awaited the worst.

I laid there, trembling and weeping until it was dawn. After I heard the first cock crow by 5:45a.m, I decided to give sleep a try, and in a few minutes I found myself in dream land.

The next day was a Sunday. I woke up with my alarm blaring madly. To my surprise it was 11:32a.m, and my alarm had been blaring since 6:30a.m, some minutes after I had decided to sleep.

At first, I hurried out of bed and into the shower. In a couple of minutes I was out. I got into one of my large Cinderella ball gowns which were oversized and with a big scarf, I tied my hair like I was a Saudi.

I didn't look at the mirror like most girls do, mainly because I didn't care about my looks, I couldn't recall the last time I had looked at myself in the mirror—it was uncalled for. By the way, I was extremely late to church, and that was something my mum never tolerated.

I dashed out of my bedroom and hopped down the steps to the sitting room, but they weren't there. I went outside to check the patio, but they still weren't there. I returned back inside and checked their room and still nobody, but they had slept there as their scent was still very sharp.

Yes! That was another strange thing about me, I had an awkward sense of smell; I could even trace a person if I got a good sniff of that person. The last time I had told Steve and my mum, I had regretted it as they took offense in it and banished me into the dark, old basement for two days without eating. From that time I had learned to keep my lips sealed concerning myself.

In defeat, I walked down the spiral steps and into the kitchen. Damn! They must have gone without me.

As I was about to open the fridge to get something to eat, I noticed a small piece of paper pasted on the fridge. In it were boldly written words which said;

Hill, I want to apologize about Yesterday, I was really boiled up and out of my mind which led to me saying a lot of things I didn't mean. Hope you forgive me and get it out of your head.

Anyways, your dad and I are going out to someplace far away and will be away for two weeks. We wish you the best and we pray that God bless you and that you remain the responsible and good child that you are.

Stay safe and know that mummy loves you.

I scoffed irritatedly as I read the last paragraph. Mummy loves me? Love? Love and I had nothing to do with each other. All my life I had known nothing but hatred and insanity from my two guardians. The only person who I had loved and cherished was my twin sister, Maribel, but she had also betrayed me and had left me for dead in this house.

According to what my mum told me, she had committed suicide but deep down I felt that was a lie. I felt a connection to her. Somehow I knew she wasn't dead, it was either she had escaped from this hellhole, leaving me behind to rot, or she had been captured by my parents and taken away to a faraway place—maybe the same place where they always went to every now and then.

I had cried for months until I realized that she was never coming back again. Though I still cried occasionally it wasn't as tedious as it once was but it was still hurtful. She had gone almost three years ago when I had just clocked fifteen.

I gave a sigh of relief and joy as the thought of them not being around for two weeks sweetened my heart. I opened the fridge and picked as much junk food as I could get, and I felt good, at least I was breaking the first rule of being responsible.

Sunday passed quickly but not without me doing a lot of fun stuff. I even drove out in one of my dad's trucks—he had quite a number—to the supermarket to get more junk food and red wine, which was something I secretly enjoyed.

I slept happily and woke up to a sunny Monday morning. Today, I woke up immediately the alarm blared. I brushed and got into the cold shower. I enjoyed how the cold water sprayed on my soft, even toned skin. It made me forget about my problems for that moment.

Dressing up wasn't a problem for me, I opened my wardrobe and picked out the first thing I saw, which was a baggy straight jean with a pale white top with no design on it. I picked up my backpack from my room and went to the kitchen to take some food and snacks which I take in school. Then, I took a few dollar bills and stormed outside.

I took my time locking the house before taking off on my bicycle. I didn't take a truck because I wanted to enjoy the beautiful morning. I wanted to feel the mild morning sun on my skin and also feel the mild breeze blow through my long, wavy ebony hair which I let loose for the first time ever.

The journey to school was quite long and I could have gotten there with the truck in 25 minutes instead I used almost an hour to arrive.

The first two periods of school went well. Then I had a free period.

I went outside to the school compound, sat down on one of the benches and I watched the morning birds chirp excitedly, until... I got pied in the face.

I stood up in shock and frantically cleared the cold pie off my face.

"Look at her." Janette laughed.

I got really pissed off, I was having a really good day before she and Clarissa just had to come to ruin it for me.

As it was also a free period for most senior school students, I had a lot of prying eyes on me. Most of the students were laughing and taking pictures of me, they were probably going to post it on their socials, with the caption "pied in the face." Or "Summer Pied face."

After clearing the pie off my face, I glared at Janette and Clarissa. "Why did you do that?"

Clarissa chuckled and said babishly. "Oh sweetheart, as your bestie, I wanted to knock you out of your daydream. What better way to do that than blessing you with a frozen pie."

The others laughed along with them, making me feel like an idiot. "I hate you." I murmured under my voice.

"You said what?" Janette asked.

I didn't respond, I just stood there helplessly.

Clarissa walked around me and toyed with my hair. "You have such nice hair, Hillary. Why do you always braid and pack it like a stupid lunatic."

I didn't respond. I just wished the ground would open and swallow—not me—them up, all of them.

Janette chuckled wickedly. "Hold on, how are we sure it isn't a wig?"

"Let me see." Clarissa grabbed my hair and pulled it roughly, making me yelp in pain and embarrassment.

"Oh sorry." Clarissa said. "It isn't a wig, it's truly your hair. Do you think it's pretty, Hillary? I'm sure you think it's pretty, don't you?"

Janette giggled. "Of course she thinks it's pretty. Maybe next Sunday, she could leave it loose and put on some of her pretty princess dresses and then she could look like Rapunzel."

An uproar of laughter burst out, giving them more encouragement to make ridicule of me.

Clarissa still wasn't satisfied. "Honestly Hillary, your hair is really...really pretty." She signaled to some of the girls behind her, who came beside me and forcefully held me down. "But the issue is....I think your hair is too pretty for a loser like you." She looked at Janette and whispered to her, and to my surprise, Janette brought out a pair of scissors from her backpack and handed it over to Clarissa who delightfully collected it. "Now, princess Hillary, let me give you the hairstyle that befits you."

I tried to wriggle myself out of their hold but that came out futile and left me with some bruises from their sharp pointed fingernails.

I shut my eyes and gave in to defeat but to my surprise, I heard a loud thud and screams following it. I opened my eyes as the grip on me was released and I was really shocked.

On the ground was Clarissa, yelling and holding her face, the rest were far away and were running as far as their feet could take them.

Before me, was the blonde girl I had seen in my party two days ago.

She held out her hand, and I had no other choice than to grab it. She pulled me up and hugged me. "Are you alright?"

"Yes. Thank you...again."I managed to say. I didn't want to let go of her as I clung onto her. Apart from the fact that she had saved me again from being bullied by Clarissa and Janette, she smelled great...like Lavender.

At last we separated from each other's arms and she graced me with a smile. "Hope they didn't hurt you?"

"No, you came just in time."

Her smile faded and her face became tamed. "I really want to tell you something."

"What?"I asked curiously.

"Hmm..about what I said on Friday...I'm sorry."

"Oh." I remembered the death threat. "It's okay. I'm sure you didn't mean it."

She frowned. "I do."

"What!!!" I said out loud, blinking my eyes more times than I needed to in a whole day.

"I meant it, Hillary. But I hope we won't be in that situation where I'll be forced to inflict harm on you."

My eyes were fixed on her. She had really meant what she had said. Oh my! What the hell is she? A savior or a killer?

She added. "But as long as you never say anything about what you saw, then we will be cool...we could even become friends. So what do you say, Friends?"

"Of course...friends." I smiled sheepishly.

She gave me a brief hug. "OK, Hillary...I'll see you later, I really have to go back home...I only came to register my...younger brother. So ciao." She turned around and began walking away.

I watched her walk away, her hips swaying beautifully. Then I remembered something. I shouted. "Hey, hey."

She turned around.

I cleared my throat. "I never got your name."

"I'm Ava."

A week had past since I had met Ava and yet it still felt like yesterday.

She was nice and a fun kind of person. We spent most of our time playing video games, causing trouble at malls, viewing movies at cinemas, and making Janette and Clarissa pay for their previous actions.

Everything had been going perfect between us until I met him.

It was another Sunday and we had gone to the cafeteria to have some food after a long day at the salon—which she had convinced me to go to.

I had never seen myself so pretty before and although I didn't say it out, i felt supremely confident and beautiful.

We were talking about one of the ladies at the salon who we thought would do better as a stand-up comedian than a salonist, when he walked into the cafeteria.

My eyes caught sight of him immediately and I lost interest in what Ava was saying and in the entire world in general.

For a moment, it felt like the whole world was paused and only him and I were still moving.

He looked dazed as he looked around until his eyes caught mine. Normally I would have looked away but I didn't, I just couldn't.

He slowly began to walk towards me with a style which enticed me the more. I watched his every move and his every step and my heart began racing faster than ever.

When I was sure that he was indeed walking towards me, my mind went wild with several thoughts; 'Why is he walking towards me? 'What am I going to the when he approaches me? Does he feel the same way?

But then, all my questions were answered at once as he tapped Ava from behind and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

I felt like I was just shot in the heart. I looked stupidly at them laughing and saying probably happy things to each other. One of his hands were on her shoulder and the other playing with her beautiful newly trimmed hair.

As for Ava, I had never seen her so happy before. Her eyes glowed with excitement. Her smile was perfect. and did well in exposing all her white pretty teeth. She was truly happy and....I wasn't.

Fine, it's okay for you to judge me but I can bet that if you were in my shoes you will feel the same.

Ava must have noticed my mood as she touched my hands gently and said to him. "This is Hillary Hunter, the girl I told you about."

She talked about me to him. That brought more questions to my head, like 'what kind of things did she talk about? Good things? Bad things? Did she tell him I was a loser who couldn't stand up for herself? Did she tell him that I was the school laughing stock? Oh my!

Like she read my thoughts, she quickly added. "Don't bother, only nice things." She laughed and I corresponded nervously.

He was staring at me with an amazing smile on his face. It felt like his golden brown eyes could see right inside me, probably pry into my thoughts and find out that I liked him, definitely not as a friend. He was the first guy I had ever acknowledged despite the number that came after me. Most of the guys that had gone after me in the past had been put off by my intentional weirdness. Now, they all saw me as a creep, and never bothered me anymore. Good riddance to bad rubbish, anyways.

He stretched his hand out and graced me with a smile, which sent chills all over me. "Hi, I'm Dylan."

His eyes were still fixed on me, making me partially paralyzed and numb. I rubbed my sweaty palm on my trousers and anxiously shook his outstretched hand.

"Hi." Our first touch was magical. The feeling of our hands touching sent sparks all over my body. It wasn't a strong handshake, it wasn't soft, it wasn't too long neither was it short but it was plainly perfect.

Our hands maintained the same position with our eyes fixed on eachother until Ava gently separated us. "Hey, what's going on here? That's enough." She said jokingly but I knew she didn't like it.

"You have really soft hands."He said still staring at me.

His compliment almost gave me a heart attack. "Thanks." I struggled to utter.

"What about me? You never commend me." Ava said with a babyish voice.

He laughed. "Your hands are as hard as a rock, Ava."

"What! You're a liar."

We all laughed.

"Take that back, Dylan." She said poking his muscular arm with her manicured finger nails.

"You see, your hands are hard but not as hard and cold as your heart." He said.

She gave him a funny hard look and then looked at me with a smile on her face. "Well Hillary, say something nice about me to prove him wrong."

I giggled shyly. "Uhm...you are..."

He interrupted me. "Don't think too hard Hillary," He placed his hand on my shoulder, renewing the sparks. "there's nothing nice about her.

She tapped his hands off my shoulder. "Don't mind him Hillary, you were about to say something really nice about me, right?"

"Exactly. Well, I think you are very friendly unlike most beautiful girls I know."

"Ohh, that's so sweet. Thank you, Hillary." She said.

He scoffed. "Beautiful? Ava? She's just plain, the only beautiful person here is you, Hillary."

I almost choked as he uttered that. I wish the ground could open up and swallow me this time. Did he really mean that or was he just joking. Whether joking or not, I felt happier than I've ever felt since I was given birth to.

Ava was still smiling but it was obvious that she was getting a bit jealous, which was natural.

He must have noticed the awkward vibe as he quickly changed the topic.

The rest of the evening went well, we discussed about various topics and we all laughed, until it was late.

Ava who was the least person having fun as her mood had changed after Dylan's comment, was the first to notice that it was a few minutes past ten.

We paid the attendants and walked out of the cafe.

We hadn't taken ten steps before it began to rain. Ava hurried to her expensive car which was two-seated. She urged Dylan to come in but he refused. "We can't leave her here." He said.

Ava said. "We have no choice. It's cold out here and it's late, we need to go home."

"It's alright, I'm fine." I said, hugging myself as the cold rain pattered hardly on me.

"No, you can't go home all by yourself, apart from the rain, it's late and it's dangerous for a girl like you wandering the road alone." He looked back at Ava. "You know what, how about you drive her home and come pick me up here, I could wait inside the cafe... or I could even go home myself."

The fact that he wanted me safe, made my heart scream with joy.

It took Ava a while to process it. "No, Dylan. The road to her place is awfully bad. Only a truck can get there."

"OK. Go home, Ava. I'll drop her myself."

She looked defeated. She hopped into her car, slammed the door and drove off with speed.

He placed his hand on my shoulder as we walked to my place. Regardless of the downpour and the cold which made me shiver, he still found ways to make me laugh.

It took us about an hour and a half to get to my place. He had carried me on his back most of the way as I had gotten cold from the rain.

He carried me into my house and asked for the direction to my bedroom, and I relunctantly told him with my teeth clattering and lips shivering.

He walked into my room and dropped me on my bed. He helped in taking off his jacket which he had placed on me earlier. He advised me take off my wet clothes, have a hot water bath, amd put on some comfortable dry clothes on, while he waited downstairs.

He was right, so I adhered to his advise and did exactly what he had said. In fifteen minutes I was done with it, so i shakily walked to the corridor and told him I was done and that if he wanted to, he could sleep on the couch in my room.

He walked upstairs and into my room

with a balm in his hands. He had also gotten most of his clothes off, except a white shorts which was really short. It was so inappropriate for him to dress like that in front of me—a church chorister who was also the assistant head of the abstinence club in church. If my mum found out, I'll be finished. But he looked extremely hot, with his abs and muscles glistening and flaunting under the dim golden lights, I didn't mind, I like it.

He applied it slowly and gently on my body and when he was done, he carefully tucked me in bed.

As he was about standing up, I grabbed his hand and said softly. "Thank you, Dylan."

He looked at me with genuine care. "No problem, Hillary. By tomorrow you'll be fine."

He stood up and began walking away, but he stopped by the door.

I looked at him curiously and asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yes....but." He turned around. "This sounds really crazy, but have we met before?"

"No, we haven't." I said, shocked by his question. If we had met i would surely remember a personality, face and body like his. I don't forget people with good personalities—they happened to be really rare in my life.

"But, I'm sure we have met before." He said with certainty.

I managed a laugh. "Maybe you met someone who looks like me, but I'm Aldo sure that you and I haven't met."

He stared at me for a while with doubt. "OK, Hillary. Good night."

"You can stay here with me." I spat out without thinking about it. "The couch here is way more comfortable than that in the sitting room."I said trying to cover up for my earlier statement.

"Never mind, I'm fine." He hesitantly walked out and shut my room door.

I switched off my side lamp and shut my eyes to sleep but I couldn't. My mind still pondered about what he had said.

What of if he had seen my twin sister, Maribel, before and thought I was the one. No way!! Although Maribel and I were twins, we didn't look alike in anyway. She had dark brown hair, I had ebony hair. She was 5 '6' I was 5'9'. She was fleshy while I was slim. She had a thick, bold and loud voice while mine was calm and soft. She had more boobs and butt than I, so it was almost impossible to substitute one for the other. Our differences were too vast for anybody to mistake one for the other.

I was still awake, rolling in my bed, and thinking deeply when Dylan knocked on my bedroom door.

I switched on my bedside lamp and said lazily "Open up."

He walked in with a charming smile on his face, and then the next statement he said blew up my imaginations. "I saw you last week, under the rain, in a blue jacket and black pants."

What the hell! "How do you know that was what I was wearing? Where you in the party?" I asked more curious than ever.

"No Hillary. I'm sure it wasn't raining during the party, was it?"

"No, it rained later in the night. Then how did you know what I was wearing?"

He smiled. "I was the wolf you saw, Hillary...and from the connection we shared, you're...my mate."

I looked at him and I laughed frantically. "That was funny, Dylan. Really funny."

His smile went away and he looked at me seriously. "I'm not joking, I was the wolf you met on Friday."

"Hold on, but how on earth did you know about the wolf that attacked me?"I asked.

"Attacked you? I didn't attack you and I'll never attack you, Hillary."

"Dylan, quit the joke. I guess Ava must have told you about it."

"Wait, you told Ava about our connection? Why would you do that?"He said in annoyance.

"What connection are you talking about? Are you crazy?"

"Hillary you must have felt something, that's how it always is."

I began to reason the possibility of that being real since I had indeed felt a strong absurd connection to the wolf, but I immediately concluded that it was unreasonable and he was just cracking a joke. "Aside from the joke, if Ava really didn't tell you about the wolf, how did you know I saw a wolf on Friday?"

He feigned a frown. "Hillary, how on earth can I prove it to you?"

"Prove what, exactly?"

"That I'm the wolf."

It wasn't funny anymore, it was rather frightening. "Enough with the wolf joke, and ......you know what, goodnight Dylan."I turned around, backing him and facing the window. I knew he was still there, as I didn't hear the door close.

What was he doing? Watching me sleep in the dark? That was really creepy.

Scary thoughts came into my head. "What if I had brought a creep into my house—or worse, a psychopath, and I was alone, in the night. Even if I screamed no one would hear me as we lived miles away from the rest of the town and even if I had a chance before, it was gone as it was raining heavily outside and if someone was standing outside, the person still wouldn't be able to hear me.

"Hillary,"He said, almost growling. His voice had changed, it wasn't hard nor masculine...it didn't sound really human, it was more like that of a dog, no...a wolf, mixed with human.

"Look at me."He said.

Cold sweats formed on my head as I trembled under my blankets.

"I'm not going to hurt you in any way."He said.

I didn't know why but I believed him, so in slow motion, I turned around and to my greatest surprise, I saw the unbelievable.

It was still Dylan for sure, but his golden brown eyes were now shiny blue wolf's eyes. I backed away from him, until I was resting on the wall of my room, and with a perplexed voice, I asked, "What are you?"

"I'm a werewolf, Hillary."

"Werewolf...as in movie kinda werewolf?"I asked.

"Sometimes, movies tell true stories, Hillary, and our kind are one of the true stories."

"Wait....you said 'our'. You mean...Ava?"

"Yes, Ava is also a werewolf and... so are you."

"Excuse me. What!"

"I don't know how to explain this to you."His eyes went back to normal and he drew out my reading chair and sat down. "The connection you and I felt, simply means that you're my mate."

"Mate? What does that mean?"I asked frantically.

"In simple words, it means that...you and I are meant to be....together."

I didn't know whether I should be happy or scared or annoyed. It all seemed so absurd to believe, it was too much to accept in such a short time. I was highly pressured, so I laughed out with fear clearly present in my voice. "You are insane. I don't know who you are and what is going on, for all I know, this may be some silly prank or...maybe you are a member of an occult group or something. It's okay if you say Ava is one of you guys, at least her so-called tattoo explains that."

"Hold on, Ava has a tattoo?"

It was at that point, I realized that I had messed up. I spilled the beans unconsciously. And if what Dylan was saying about Ava being a werewolf like him, then I was sure that I'd be dead. I could remember the death threat clearly

Flashback: "Hillary, if you ever say anything to anyone about me and the tattoo, YOU'RE DEAD."

"Did you just say that Ava has a tattoo? What does it look like?"Dylan asked again.

I looked at his inquisitive face and I dumbly shook my head like a little kid lying to her momma. I knew that I was terrible at lying, despite several years of training by my sister who was the master of the lying arts, and the chief fabricator of stories. "I never said anything like that. What tattoo? I know nothing about tattoos?"I ranted.

"Hillary, don't lie to me. Did she have a tattoo of a wolf's eye on her?"He said, suddenly boiling with anger.

"What are you talking about? You're frightening me, okay? In fact..."I looked outside and luckily it had stopped raining. "...I would like you to leave my house imme-diate-ly."

"Hillary, fine, I'll leave but first tell me about the tattoo."

My pressure level had reached its limit and it could not withstand any more pressure, so I exploded with distress. "I DON'T WANNA HEAR ANYTHING ABOUT WEREWOLVES, YOU OR AVA, AND I NEED YOU TO GET OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CALL POLICE. GET OUT!!!"

He seemed shocked by my outburst. I thought he was going to say something, but then he stared at me for a while and then walked out of my room. In a few seconds, I heard the sound of my front door open and close, and I knew he had left.

I let out a loud cry, and I rolled round and round the bed, holding my head. I felt really bad. I knew I was rude and harsh towards him but everything was too much to handle. I didn't even know from where to start thinking from; was it the fact that he had shiny blue wolf's eyes or the fact that he claims to be a werewolf or the fact that he claims that Ava is also like him, which explains why she had referred to me as 'humans' because she wasn't human, she was a freaking werewolf!

Crazy!! Everything was crazy! He had even said that I was a werewolf too and I was his mate. Ridiculous!

I made up my mind. I was going to keep away from them and if they approached me again I would tell them that I wasn't going to be a part of their occult group or whatever it was.

I had my own living hell to bear and I didn't want to add another to it. Although the fact that I won't see him hurt me a lot, I did what I thought I needed to do. For Christ's sake he had glowing wolf's eyes, I didn't even want to think that he was truly a werewolf.

I didn't believe in the supernatural —at least not anymore. I once believed when I was younger that I was a werewolf, or some kind of beast because I usually have highly realistic nightmares of me changing into a wolf under the full moon and then I would wake up naked and exhausted in the middle of the forest.

My mum was always around, and waiting for me to wake up with my clothes in her hands, which made me wonder if she was like me because in my nightmares, I wasn't the only wolf, there were three of us; me, my sister and my mother.

The only time I had summoned up courage to tell her about my curiosity concerning the wolf thing, she had shouted on me, hit me severally, locked me in the dark basement for a whole week and when I was released, she had warned me never to say such nonsense, that her daughters aren't monsters and that I was just suffering from nightmares and it was nothing out of the ordinary

After that day, I had never questioned her or myself about it mainly because I didn't want to get beaten and locked in the basement again.

Now, I fought against the possibility of that being true. I didn't want anything causing trouble for me. By the way, I already had a plan to run away from home after my graduation from High school and my eighteenth birthday, which was in two weeks.

Even if I were a wolf, I was going to be a lone wolf.

*****

Five days had passed since my encounter with Dylan and Ava, and I had received nothing less than a hundred calls from them which I didn't pick and after a while I switched off my cell as I really didn't need it anymore, by the way, my mum and Steve always called our landline phone at home.

It was the second to the last day of school, and it was a very emotional day for most students, but not me though. It was a happy day for me, I had no friends that I'd miss, I had no teacher that I had liked to the extent of crying that I was leaving.

I waited after school, to look around the school for the last time as I knew that I wouldn't be going for the graduation party the next day.

With my fantastic results in my hands, I wandered my highschool over and over again.

I had taken the truck because I wasn't going back home, I was going to run somewhere faraway just like my twin sister had, run to a place where my mum and Steve would never find me.

At last, I walked outside and into the truck. I hadn't taken much, apart from my two small bags which I kept some of my clothes and some pictures of myself and my twin sister, Maribel. I took nothing that belonged to my mum nor Steve, I didn't want to remember that they ever existed.

I took in three deep breaths and then shifted the gear to drive....it was then I felt the presence of someone in the car but it was already too late...I had been injected and put to sleep.