Belinda and Ryan left the prison yard after Ryan had caused a scene in the prison.Still sober about the news he had heard about his mother he became weak and his mind became crowded with thoughts. He had imagined various scenes on how his mom died in the prison and only the thoughts were enough to set him into depression."You don't need to lose hope. I have a belief that she isn't dead and is fine and healthy somewhere." Belinda tried cheering him up."You also heard what the Lieutenant and sergeant said, didn’t you?" He doubted her belief. It was obvious, they wouldn’t lie. "I heard. I’m sorry this happened to you, no one deserves this kind of pain. You know, we could have some kind of hope or something that we’d be called back and informed that it was all a prank because we’ve been chased by their dogs.” She wanted to comfort it. His mother was gone for life, but she only wanted to spring forth a bit of hope. Placing a hand on his shoulder with a crystal clear head, she pats his

Ryan left his mother's house at dusk. The revelation that Regina was dead still hasn’t seated well with him. He saw her and he definitely was not in a trance when he did. He had to rush back to his mom because it was late, and he was not going to spend a night with an old stranger in person of his mother. “I will ask her more about Regina. It’s not making sense.” He whispered to himself while walking down the street. The street light had been a great help, as it helped him find his way around. Looking at the city, he could feel the city's natural beauty rushing through his bones. The street lights added color to the streets, and the various advertisements around them were lit up in their different colors. He smiled in amusement, trying not to lose focus. He continued walking, not minding the people watching him."Hey, that's that Ryan guy," a young guy with a red bandana tied around his neck said to a man who was putting on a partially shredded black jacket. The man was known as

His eyes flashed. He blinked repeatedly. "Where am I?" He rolled his eyes around the vicinity. “What’s going on? Who’s here? What kind of place is this?” Ryan's eyes trailed the environment around him. The sound of a whistle gave him an idea of where he was. “Whistle! Just so what I needed to hear.”He looked around to see engineers walking around the station with their faces held high."What happened to me?" His inner voice sounded in his mind, trying to remember what had happened and how he had gotten to the subway. After moments of searching in his mind, he finally remembered what happened before he fell unconscious. King had used his knife on him and made him unconscious. He tilted his focus around the station, trying to find any of the shadowy boys, but in the end, he couldn't find anyone. He wondered what had possessed them to leave him and ended up dropping him off at the station."Hey, young man, where are you going?" The voice that sounded behind him stopped him from his

Ryan reluctantly got up, praying he wouldn't end up in the hospital after going back into her room. He laughed on his way to Emily’s room. Surprisingly, he met her on the bed, crying her eyes out. He moved next to the bed to take Turner's Notepad next to her. His hands were almost touching the notebook when he felt a hand on his. His focus shifted upwards to the gazing eyes of Emily."What the f*ck? What now?” he raised his voice as she held his hand, not letting go of him."You plan to turn my dad against me, isn’t it? You don't want him to believe me, right? You want to steal my shine and take over my position in his heart, right?" she proclaimed, taking his hands closer to her chest."Hey, you got to stop this," he said, feeling his body move as she dragged him into the bed. He wanted to scream for help, but she covered his mouth. He bit her hand, but she didn't give up. He was being gentle with her being a female Emily was. He knew he was in big trouble when he saw that she w

"Get ready, 'cause I am coming over to your first thing tomorrow morning," Her words echoed in his ears. He went blank and no words could come out of his mouth. He was speechless. His phone beeped, signaling the end of the call. He wasn't pleased by her last words, calling her number once again to change the date of her appearance in his city. His cell phone kept ringing, but there was no answer on the phone. It was already 2 p.m. prompt on the clock, and he hadn't even seen the building he was supposed to use.“What will she come to check? There’s no building just yet.” He whispered to himself. He didn't want to disappoint her since she could only come to his city once to report this story. He was lost in thoughts, not minding the ticking of the clock or the passing of time. He finally got an idea. Taking out his phone, he placed a call to Turner."Uhm, greetings, Mr. Turner.""Oh, yeah, my Ryan. How is everything?"."Not good.” His voice was plain. "And why is that?" He asked,