POVXMy mind is frantic, Julian has been in his office for two minutes and it feels like it’s been an eternity. I’m pacing around the living room, the adrenaline is starting to subside and the pain from the glass in my hand that is surrounded by dried blood is starting to take its effect on me. I try to take shards out to occupy my mind until Julian comes back. I get out the larger pieces of glass the best I can but there are still smaller, deeper ones claiming my hand as their home. Julian walks out of his office, painfully slow. I rush over to him unable to bear another second of not knowing where the girl I love is. “What did you find out?” I ask eagerly. “Well..X, there’s not much to tell, he’ll try to locate Steph through her phone but even if we track Steph, that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s with Millie. He’ll call us with any updates and he can’t exactly track Millie’s phone given it’s partially in your hand…” Julian explains while pointing his index finger at my blood

POV XGhost freezes as soon as the gun touches his grimy, greasy skull. “Where the fuck do you think you’re goin..?” I spit out. His rough cracked hands are on the handle of the white car. “Slowly turn around with your hands in the air,” I say full of power. Thank fuck the gun was still laying on the asphalt just waiting to be used. He ever so slowly removes his hand and guides both hands just on either side of his ears. I want to look this fucker in the eye when I send a bullet through that brainless head of his. He looks behind me at the mess that was left not long ago because of him. My own guy fucking betrayed me. “What did you do to her X?” He asks like a little bitch. I laugh for a second and then immediately change my tone back to serious. “Oh, now you’re concerned about her? Now you care? You piece of shit fucking snake.” I demand. I bring the gun to his forehead and he doesn’t move a single inch. “Who else was in on this?” I ask hastily. He pivots his dark, almos

POVMillie My fingers delicately graze the bright green grass as the morning dew coats my fingers as I sit full of depression cross-legged on the ground. I arrived twenty minutes ago, just after sunrise. I let out a loud exhale and succumbed to my depressive state, letting tears fall in a stream down my face for the first time since I left. I pointlessly wipe away continuous tears with X’s black hoodie that I’m still wearing. It smells like him which makes me cry even harder. “Mama” I cry out to the headstone in front of me. “I wish you were here, I really need you right now,” I whisper through sobs. “I need you to tell me what to do, I need your guidance mom, I’m so freaking alone.” I stare at the glossed stone through blurry eyes. What am I going to do? I’m completely at square one, once again. I need to figure out what is going to happen for the next two weeks. I can afford a motel or hotel now luckily, but should I stay in San Diego or Los Angeles? I need a new phone. Now

POVXI hop on Interstate 5 driving southbound to San Diego. I’m going as fast as I can without drawing attention to myself. Although I have cops who work for me on the inside, it’s the rookie pricks who want a gold star that I need to watch out for the most. Goddammit, I want to floor this son of bitch. Every minute feels like an hour, I need to get to her. I love this girl and I know that anytime she’s upset she calls her mom, well she’s livid and heartbroken, doesn’t exactly have a phone to call Mom so that of course would mean she’s at the cemetery. Fuck, I started driving without even knowing where I’m going, my one thought was San Diego but not where in San Diego. I try to pull my phone from my pocket.“Fuck!” My hand is killing me and I just rubbed it against my pants. The friction of one another sends a searing pain all the way up my shoulder. “Ray,” I say through the phone. “I’m sorry X, I’m still working on Miss Taylor’s location, I need a bit more time,” Ray explains

POV Millie “Hey, Steph? I’m going to go see my old neighbors in about an hour,” I say handing her phone back to her. “Okay, sure. I think I’ll drop by my parent's house while you do that then.” She explains. I nod my head. Ugh, I have nothing here! All of my stuff is still in the penthouse. I guess I’ll have to go there in my current messy state. …After about 45 minutes of sitting mostly in silence with Steph in the hotel room, I decide it’s time to head out. We both walk down together to the cars. I point to the car that Steph walks to, “Um, whose car is that..?” I ask.“Mia’s,” she says proudly. “She knows what happened?” I ask. Steph shakes her head, “no.” …I drive to my old apartment complex, making it there within ten minutes. It’s incredible really, a few weeks ago I hated this place and loved driving away from it with the intent of never returning. As I drive into the complex parking lot, it really doesn’t seem so bad. Perspective. Perspective is everything, so