**ANTONY SANTOS**Taking a leap and assuming Mr Scott hadn't tipped the authorities about me for any reason, I accessed my credit card, for a few notes from my last fight and paid a visit to the mall. I got a teddy bear, some sweets, and then left some cash just as icing. Of course Ginny would prove stubborn and ignore the gifts, I knew her all too well for that. It still didn't hurt to give it a try.I got into the car and sped off. Straight home. Home is where your heart is right? Ginny is my home. I'd find out whether to make that statement present or turn it to the past in a few minutes.Once I arrived, I parked the car far from eye shot, to avoid unnecessary questions of any kind. The noisy neighbors knew about me, but the relationship ended with my name and the fact that Ginny and I lived together which was already a means to gossip and mock me since they all decided she was the product of an affair I had in the past then the mother abandoned her simply because I couldn't cater

**ANTONY SANTOS**On the bright side, as hard as it was to believe in everything there's truly a bright side.Tracy Scott will stand before my eyes no matter what. I need to focus on that and stop spiraling regardless of the dangers surrounding today's activities. I'm sure Ginny will be safe with Miss Patty once she returns from school. I've cleared that side with her, so for now all I have to focus is ending this facade which starts with meeting with Tracy today.If the calculations with the snake are accurate, which it usually is, Tracy will come in this morning. The only question is; will she return back home, or be kept somewhere else? To get that answer, I'll have to meet you with Tina. I feel dirty using her like this, but there's also another angle to this. If I'm close to her, I can press and push her back into the light. If yeh revenge glass can fall from her eyes, they will finally be open to see how cruel and harsh she's become. I still believe there's good in her. She's ju

**TRACY SCOTT**Twenty four hours. Time seemed to go slow and fast at the same time.. time. It was excruciatingly slow when I waited by my bed for any news of Antony, his whereabouts, his safety, and mine since it seemed linked up to this point. I watched the clock and with each tick crying inside for what had befallen him. Nothing came. No one said a Goddamn word about it.Then suddenly, the news of the fire arrived. In over a decade, there hadn't been any news about the company, bad that is. There had been plenty. Aside from staff coming in and leaving, there wasn't any newsworthy thing to note that might ruin the company's reputation, my dad kept it off-limits. He ensured the company, my legacy was protected at all costs. Which brings a very suspicious fire. I had no doubt "it" was involved somehow. What was the purpose? Destroy the entire company? Antony wouldn't let that happen no matter what, even if it meant hurting himself. I cringed at the thought, but the sad truth. Did he

68**TRACY SCOTT**Antony 's died. He died. Just as Tim did, except his head wasn't cut off, he was shot in cold blood, now he's dead. Once more, I'm fully responsible for this happening.I wrapped both arms around my waist, shaking tenderly, resting my head against the floor blood, my heart rate was elevated, I couldn't breathe properly any longer. A huge lump rose in my chest, clogging my airway. I stood up, hyperventilating, walking around the room while trying to catch my breath. He's dead. He's dead. Antony 's gone..I'll never see him again because of my actions. He died because of me.I heard a hissing sound, I turned and the air conditioning begah filling the room with a substance. Once I inhaled it, I felt dizzy, rushing rushing on to something stiff.For once I was glad he was knocking me out, I'll be haunted in my dream for sure, but while I'm awake I'll feel awful.Moments later, I slumped to the floor, the effects of the gas working quicker than expected."Antony, forgive

70**THIRD PERSON**THE Paramedics arrived on the scene. The actual reason for the swift response was the state of the victim inside according to the 911 caller. She stated that the person was on the verge of dying. They didn't stop to think that the person might be a help or maybe a maid, or cook. Their first thought was simplyTracy Scott . Her father got the call and rained the entire force on his house. No one knew of his personal whereabouts, he was coordinating with the FBI trying to find out who exactly was responsible for the kidnappings , and the reign of terror as a whole.He placed the guards, cameras, and was assured of his daughter's safety. Imagine the reaction he gets when the call comes through.Mr Scott is on his way back from the headquarters, eyes blazing red, hands shaking, all his thoughts and prayers on his daughter. Little does he know; she's not the object of excitement. What should he think? Feel better that his daughter might be alive, or be sad that she isn'