Days pass by without me realizing what's actually going on. I am nothing but a mere spectator, watching somebody else's life unroll in front of my eyes. I am trapped in a shell - a shell made of my deepest fear.It's amazing what fear can do to a person; it has led me to kill and now to stop living my life and just become a fragment of what I used to be, waiting for something to happen.Waiting for police to lock me up and accuse me of murder and to make me spend

Soph's P.O.V.I never noticed how many policemen there are in London - I knew there were a lot of them, but this is just amazing. There had to be at least a hundred in this building, and there's about 15 police stations around London.They keep rushing up and down the place, not caring about any of us or trying to help us and after a while, we manage to grab attention of the person sitting behind the desk, above which there's a big sign "Information".

Axel's P.O.V."Okay, what did you do with the gun?" Biden asks me, writing things down on the paper.We were currently at his house in case the police managed to install microphones or anything in my home. It was safer to discuss everything here.I thought about it for a second. "I took

I stare speechless at the picture on the ugly fucking desk, praying to god that there aren't any more, but of fucking course god never listens to me, and so Daniel puts picture after picture on the desk, on each one more visible that I'm driving the car."Do you know what this means?" the dick asks and leans forward, looking me in the eyes. "You lied, Dave, if that's even your name. Didn't your momma teach you not to lie?"I can't control it - in a second I'm in h

Axel's P.O.V."I'm gonna murder you. Trust me. As soon as I get out of this shit hole. If you can violate my fucking human rights, I'll violate yours and shot a bullet through your hairy fucking asshole." I threaten the security guard, not having the power to scream any more, and he doesn't wince either. Over the past day, he's heard much worse threats come out of my mouth - they're all making my situation worse, but I cannot help myself - all I can see is Sophie screaming in pain in the hospital, losing our baby and me not being able to be there for her because of my shit habits and shit history.