DanielI feel pain like I've never felt before when the man shoots at me.No, I'm lying. I have felt pain like this before. So this would be the second time. The first time was when I got into that car accident.My parents asked our grandma to watch Trisha because I whined to them about going out to get ice cream. They tried to explain to me that they were going to do something special for my birthday tomorrow even though it was today. I insisted, saying it was not fair. I was a bratty fourteen-year-old who didn't want to listen.I wish I hadn't begged them to take me out that day. They would've still been alive.I still remember crawling out of the burning car. I didn't look back until I was at a safe distance, but when I did, I had to watch the car engulfed in the fire alongside the burning corpses of my parents. I didn't feel any pain at the time. I felt numb. But when someone finally found me and the ambulance arrived, I felt a burning pain on the side of my face and body. And no
LoganI stir awake and groan. My head hurts from the drug they used on me earlier to knock me unconscious. I look around but see nothing as it's too dark in this room.Dark and cold.Where the fuck am I?I get up and walk toward the door. The door is the only way out. Those bastards made sure to put me in a windowless room so I couldn't escape."Anyone on the other side? Can you hear me?" I yell.I hear shuffling, then a grunt. "What?""I think there has been a mistake. You guys were supposed to kidnap some other kid but kidnapped me instead," I said."Very funny, kid. Now shut up and go back to sleep," a husky voice speaks."But I'm not tired! I haven't had my bath yet, either. And what about my nightly snack? Peanut butter and blueberry jelly?" I croak out."You are quite annoying. Do I need to come in there and beat your ass?" the voice threatens me.Jeez, what's up this guy's butt?"No? But I'm up for some thumb wrestling."I don't hear another reply. Maybe he has had enough of me
DanielI feel restless.I can't sleep peacefully while Logan is out there somewhere, possibly hurt. I know his parents and grandfather must be doing everything they possibly can to get him back, but I feel so useless being here doing nothing, living under his roof, and eating his food."Danny?"I jolt and sit up, hearing Trisha's voice. "What is it? Why aren't you asleep?"Trish rubs her eyes and hops over to me. "I can't sleep. When are we going home, Danny?"I frown. "Home? Why, what's wrong? Don't you like it here?""I do...but..." Trisha hesitates."What is it, sis?" I look at her with concern."All my toys are there."I can't help but chuckle. Trisha didn't have a lot of toys, but she cherished the ones given to her. Poor thing must miss them. "How about you go to sleep, and in the morning, I will get up and go get them for you? Will that make you happy?" I ask.Trisha nods, then walk out of my room without complaining.I sigh and lie back down. I wonder if she will have a hard
LoganI had to make the decision.It was hard, but I had to do it.Earlier today, I didn't stop after killing that guard. I took the gun out of his pocket and went after the main man behind my kidnapping.He was surprised to see me and attempted to make a move a move, but I didn't give him a chance to speak. I pointed the gun and pulled the trigger.It was so easy. I didn't even blink.After that, I ran out to the street and called a rideshare company. Funny enough, the driver didn't ask me a damn thing even after seeing my blood-soaked clothes.And then I made my decision.I couldn't stop thinking about how I felt when I killed those men. The thrill of pulling the trigger and watching someone bigger than me fall to the floor, his eyes clouded as he stared at me helplessly.I could do this again and again and not get tired of it, I thought to myself, and I was disturbed by my own mind. My grandfather was right when he told me our bloodline is tainted. We enjoy watching others suffer a
11 years later...DanielThe nightclub? Not my scene.But here I am, being dragged by my boyfriend Stephan because if he doesn't get to dance every Friday night, "he could just die." His words, not mine."Oh, come on, don't make that face. You like my friends!" Stephan chirped.Debatable.Stephan pushes me toward the bar, where his friends are waving at us.Don't get me wrong, I do like his friends, but they are just a little too wild for my taste."It's not that I don't like them, it's just that...don't you think I'm a little too old for this kind of lifestyle?I look around as if to confirm that I am the only thirty-year-old accountant in the club. And rest assured, everyone looks at least five or six years younger than me."Age is just a number, honey. Let's just enjoy ourselves," Stephan said. I sit at the end of the bar quietly, listening to their mindless conversation. I try to think of a good excuse to slide out of here without hurting Stephan's feelings, but my mind draws a b
Logan Daniel. He hasn't changed other than looking a bit older. He is the same grumpy ole Daniel. Just like how I remember him. He doesn't know I've been secretly watching over him all these years. I know about his dumb accountant job and boring boyfriend already. It made me seethe with jealousy. "Seriously, Daniel. You should be overjoyed to see me again after all these years and warmly embrace me. But instead, you punch me." I pout. "That's because you are an obnoxious jerk, Logan. How could you disappear without saying a word and then show up out of nowhere?" he barked. "To be fair, I didn't just 'show up.' I'm simply hanging out at my club," I shrug. Daniel squints his eyes. "Your club?" "Yes. The club that I just bought. It's pretty banging, eh?" I wink. "I don't give a fuck about your stupid club. I'm going to my friends because we are done here," Daniel says irritably and tries to walk away, but John grabs his arm. "No one leaves until Boss says he is done with the con
Daniel"So let me get this straight. You punched that man in the club, and he offered you a job with double the salary?" Stephan tilts his brow and looks at me like I grew a second head."Well, not exactly that black and white, but yeah, pretty much," I said.Stephan's eyes are glinting as if this excites him. "So what happens now?""I don't know what you are asking.""I am asking if you will take the job or not. You are, right? He is offering you a shit ton of money!" Stephan chirped.I shake my head. I want to stay away from Logan as much as possible.But at the same time, all the feelings I felt for him in the past came rushing back."You never told me who he is and what kind of relationship you have with him. So why did you punch him at the club?" Stephan said in the same breath.Here comes the questions. I was afraid of that."He is no one," I saw grimly."You are full of shit," Stephan declares."Alright. He is my friend from high school, and he is also the son of my adoptive pa
Logan"What do you want from me!?"I reply to his question in the form of a punch on his already bruised, stupid, bearded face."I don't want anything from you, Jason. What makes you think I need anything, hmm? Maybe I just wanted the pleasure of your company," I smirked."Fuck off, Logan!" he spits out.I grin, then grab the back of his neck and slam his face on the table.I hear a crack, it must be the sound of his jaw breaking. Music to my ears.He makes some type of gurgling noise instead of screaming. Good, I hate the sound of people screaming. It's better when they take my beating like a man."Let me tell you why you're here, Jason. Does the name Alejandro Dominguez sound familiar to you?""Aleja-...what he got to do with this?""Your little brother Alejandro stole from me, honey bunny. And then ran off with the best girl from my club. Do you have any idea how hard it is to replace someone like Fiona? I'm trying to run a business," I said calmly."He is just...he is young and in