Venisa must have understood Gianna's profile as she was urged to explain further."He was caught on private property," Gianna's eyes widened in realization. "He didn't do it. I-I mean, Jerome isn't that kind of person. Someone must have blackmailed him in to it or something but he is not a vandal, please, believe me.""Okay, okay," she didn't mention that she'd come to a similar theory. Gianna knew Jerome. The stare, appreciate one or two things, and stare on, kind of know, if at all sharing a similar elective lesson could expand the awareness radar. Not the type to keep records of; an ordinary high school kid he was. However, he never occurred to her to be that kind of person talkless of doing that sort of thing, especially with his friendly baby face and decent physique put into consideration. Nothing too special.Now that she thought back to it, there was a striking resemblance to Venisa. With the big russet brown eyes and Roman nose aside, Venisa wore not only similar contours but

Despite the pains inflicted by the total of twenty-two stitches upon waking—the longer slash that ran from her upper arm down to her elbow and the other from her clavicle towards her breast—Gianna managed to sit up even before digesting her surrounding. At first, she'd thought to be in her room until the sight of a mundane compilation of furniture. And her room wasn't spotless white. Gianna winced in pain as she erroneously used her aching arm to propel her body up. That's when the weight that had sunk part of her bed lifted, only then did she notice the red-haired woman. "Oh no, Anna, please stay put," she gently pinned Gianna back as if a move will kill her. "No, I want to sit up. I feel a bit nauseated." Her mother snatched a puke bucket from a corner and handed it to her daughter. "Here." "Thanks." Assessing the lady, she could tell she'd spent the entire night by her side. She still had the previous day's clothes on and an almost intact makeup had it not been for the black m

Julia's mouth was no different from a fly's trap the moment Gianna had finished narrating her story. A story that reminded her of assistance guaranteed to Venisa concerning Jerome's case. "I don't know but...this Kelly of a girl is super unclean to me. No one can tell me otherwise. You have to be very careful when she's around." Gianna twisted her lips. It was useless convincing Julia about anything once her mind was fixed on one thing. Plus, defending Kelly wasn't imperative at the moment. "Why didn't Seth come?" She ultimately tambourined the question that itched her tongue for several minutes.Julia suddenly turned fidgety. "I did not ask and he didn't say the reason. You two have been talking right? He may have told you something that could give you a hint." She shrugged."No," Gianna flipped her brain to grill the other side. "No, at least not that I can remember. We lastly chatted yesterday morning. He was ever so excited to see me and I, him.""Oh, love at its finest. Well,

'Haven't booked an appointment yet.''Why not? There's no time to waste.' Minutes burned without Mimie replying. 'I will book one right now. Be ready to meet him tomorrow. I'll drive you there myself.'He waited again. Yet, no reply. Adam's brows furrowed in impatience. 'You're reading these messages. If you don't want to reply it's fine but you better show up tomorrow. I'll wait for you at the last bus terminal. Tell your mum you're going to the library. Don't fail me, Mimie.' He sent and pocketed his phone in time for Gianna to squirm.Her eyes slowly opened and stuck on the ceiling. Adam smiled and drew closer to her to get her attention."Hey, do you need anything?" His voice in contrast to his action contained a pinch of bother. "I brought some fruits, should I peel an apple for you?"Gianna shook her head. "Where's my dad?""On a call. Are you...okay?" She was in pain, he knew that. It was normal. What wasn't were the atoms of sadness that miserably failed to blend with that of

Adam had excused himself to make a call to Aunt Maggie when Seth did same moments before to use the restroom. Everyone was indulged in one thing or the other to notice any absentee. True to his words, Seth dashed out of the restroom and headed to the kitchen backdoor nearly unnoticed. There he roamed, disturbed, miserable, and almost at the brink of tears when Julia joined him. Meanwhile, Adam, who had planned on confronting Seth after seeing him wandering alone for quite some time during his phone call, had made his first step until Julia's sudden appearance. 'What are you doing here? Gianna's starting to wonder what's taking you too long.' He would've quietly let the two go on with their conversation...or perhaps not. Knowing himself, the weight of inquisitiveness in him was much more than his bones. Adam melted his slim body in the nearest hideout and unguiltily eavesdropped. Seth raked his hair in frustration. 'This is sick. How much longer will I keep pretending?' Julia shu