TRENT'S POVIt's been a week. A week of playing football, flirting with stupid models and missing Becca. I've tried to call her but she's off. I thought of calling Troy to ask him about her then I thought about it. Troy has feelings for Becca, though he has never admitted it. I'll just wait till I see Becca face to face...  Damn it! I miss that girl. I miss the way she looks at me. The way she smiles at me. The way she talks to me. The way she kisses me back. The way she moves around my house, swaying her beautiful body. I'm not in love with Becca. I just have feelings for her. Feelings that I hope will fade with time. I've had those feelings since the first day I saw

BACK TO BECCAFor the past few days, I have been in this fucking dark lonely filthy room. I've been stuck on this fucking chair with my hands tied at the back. My muscles are aching and I'm so fucking hungry. I've not eaten for days! A man in a mask just brings me water and that's it. All I do is drink water. No food has ever been offered and I'm starving. I've not changed my clothes and I can smell the stench of sweat all over my body. Whenever I feel like peeing, I'm taken to some filthy and stinky toilet with faded walls. The guy in the mask stands next to the door to make sure I don't escape.  This is hell! This must be hell! There's a time I was beaten up to the point that I begged God to take my life. Being alive hurts s

He grins at me and pauses inserting the syringe. "We meet again."  A cold chill runs down my spine. I'm panic-stricken. My muscles instantly go rigid. I don't know what to do? Should I scream? "What did I ever do to you for you to hate me so much?" I'm trying to buy some time with a silly conversation to prevent him from injecting the syringe. Dean snickers. "You seriously think this is about you?" he sneers at me. "This is not about you. This is about the love of my life..."  "Troy?"  

Panic seizes me. Trent is fighting the guy in the mask. I'm also fighting off the one holding me but he's too strong. Suddenly, the two men burst into a loud laugh. They take off their masks. Jesse Linkard and Marcus Ford. They are both laughing so hard. This is not funny. With what happened to me, I'm surprised that they find this funny. Trent scowls at both of them. "Guys! This is not funny." Thank you, Trent. "Come on..." Jess

I had missed school.  Walking to school on cold mornings with Troy. Young students moving from one corner to another, carrying a bunch of books, bags slinging on their shoulders. Strolling down the hallway on the way to class. My classmates chatting and laughing when I get to class. Sitting between my two best friends at the front of the class. Drinking coffee with them at the cafeteria as we roar with laughter. The kidnapping has made me appreciate the little things I took for granted. This kind of freedom is priceless. "Ms Sterling, nice to have you back. Sorry for what happened," Mr Henry says politely.  What?