Dean's POV.It's closing hour already. I quickly boarded a taxi cause all my mind is fixated on is getting to the law firm my dad works.My dad has won a lot of cases, so I trust he'll help Riele to win hers. He had to. I'm sure he'll have no choice knowing Riele helped me.Coming back to school, I had a lot of plans, especially with Riele.Back then, I made sure that one way or the other, I and Riele gets close knowing she alone chooses her friends.I decided to become someone she bickers with, even though I never thought how well that could work. I never saw her as an enemy, but I thought she saw me as one. I always thought she saw me as a disturbance with how I forcefully stuck close to her in a pretty annoying way, but to me, it was all worth it.Discovering she helped me because she knows my capabilities brightened me up. If she hadn't believed in me, she wouldn't have even come across the truth in the first place. It was the doubt in her mind that led her to the truth, I'm sure
RIELE'S POV.I couldn't help but stare at the man in front of me.Mr. George Black. A very famous lawyer, and Dean's father.Unbelievable, but I feel so lucky."I need to know all there is to know about your case, so I can defend you." He began.I nodded."Did you kill Vida Ortega?"I sighed. "I didn't.""Before coming here, I sought out all the information, and I was told about you claiming you saw Vida. Is that right?"I nodded."Do you know that could make you crazy?" He asked."But it's the truth.""You really saw her?"I nodded. "I won't lie if I didn't.""Do you have anyone to prove your statements?" Sadness overwhelmed me at the question. "No.""And there is no evidence to prove where you were on that Halloween night?"I sighed. "There is, but she lied.""You mean Jules Simmons, right?"I nodded."Why would she lie?""She doesn't like me, and I never liked her. We were actually quarreling that night." I said truthfully.He narrowed his eyes. "She hates you so much that she wou
3RD PERSON POV."Knock. Knock. Knock."He saw the door knob twist, then the door opened, revealing who he came to see."Mrs. Ortega." He said."Detective. You're here."The detective nodded."Come in." Mrs. Ortega opened the door widely, and he entered.Walking in, he stopped in his tracks and turned to face Mrs. Ortega.She furrowed her brows. "Aren't you gonna sit?"He shook his head. "No. I didn't come to sit. I just came to inform you of all that's going on." He told her."Is she finally going to court, so I can hire a prosecuting attorney on her?" Mrs. Ortega asked expectantly.Mr. Carter sighed. "Not yet. There are still more to follow up on. We need witnesses to prove if she's been weird since your daughter disappeared.""But she is weird. What are the odds that Riele is seeing my daughter's ghost? It is because she killed her, and is being hunted."Mr. Carter nodded. "That could help, but where it'll end her is in a psychiatric home."Mrs. Ortega shook her head disagreeably. "
LIZ'S POV.Nov. 10th. Tuesday.It was after school now, and all my mind could ponder on is getting to Riele's house in the hope of helping her. My curiosity kept my heart beating fast and impatiently.There are just a lot of things I wanna know. What can I possibly find out? To be honest, Jules's secret isn't the only thing I wanna know.I sighed and looked up to see we'd arrived at Riele's house."We are here," Karen stated the obvious.We walked closer to the door."Knock. Knock. Knock." Ashley knocked.We stood there without words as we patiently waited for an answer, but believe me, I'm not patient. I really wanna see the truth. Every truth that Riele carried on her head as a crown even though I know it's supposed to be hard, cause, after all, heavy is the head that wears the crown.I know it'll be hard though to deviate since the sole priority is to discover what Riele holds against Jules.Maybe if I was the only one, I'd have been able to deviate and look for other things.The d
DEAN'S POV."Wow. So, this is the place you guys had fun." I said looking around in awe."Yeah. The place is very big. Jordan's family rented it." Dennis replied.I nodded, then looked at him. "Back to business. Did you notice anything that night after Vida left?"Dennis furrowed his brows. "What thing? I only saw Vida left, and I sure as hell didn't follow."I sighed. "Honestly, I don't even know where to start in searching for clues. This place is big." I confessed looking around again.The place is a huge land close to a beach, and I was told a really huge tent was built upon it. Jordan's family really did it this time.How am I really gonna find clues when they've completely tidied the place up?"But you must have come for a purpose. There must be something in mind." Dennis said.I looked at him and nodded. "Yeah. I wanted to know if there would be a piece of evidence that proves someone saw Riele with Jules the night Vida stormed off."Dennis chuckled. "Why not ask Jules?""Jules
DONALD CARTER POV.As a detective, I've never found things easy before. Every murder case is hard to crack which is the way it should be. But this Vida case comes too easy, that it alone is suspecting.Everything just seemed so connected, perfect, but suspect at the same time.Vida storming off. Vida kidnapped. Vida dead. Three things connected so perfectly, but still didn't seem right.Vida stormed off, and Riele followed. What happened between the two of them that Vida ended up kidnapped? How could Riele kidnap Vida? What did Vida really do to Riele that Riele decided such a fate for her? What's her reason? What's her purpose? It all just doesn't seem right.I only wish hope is on her side. Riele has no evidence that can at least counter one evidence against her.The message she said she was sent wasn't even found, but for some reason, I know she couldn't have lied about it.Although, it's unrealistic when she said she saw Vida alive. That would mean she's crazy, but one thing I kno
RIELE'S POV.Blank, blank, blank.I'm devoid of thoughts, probably because I'm tired of thinking. I don't even want to think.Being here for five days, my thoughts didn't help. No matter how I tried to console myself, it won't matter, cause I'm still in jail.I'm trying incredibly hard to get used to my current situation, cause after all if you can't beat them, join them.But don't misquote me, cause that's just my brain's defense mechanism whenever I'm not seeing hope around me. That's the only way I can get used to this place without breaking out in a cry.It might seem I've given up, but there's always an ounce of hope, and when it arrives, I'll grab it, but when it doesn't, I'll just make it seem like I've given up.After all, everyone has their own ways of adapting to new surroundings, and that's mine.Sitting down with my legs crossed on my usual spot, which is on the floor, close to the bars, I looked to my left to see a girl staring daggers at me. Something she's been doing fo
Oct. 26. Monday.Riele's POVA new morning shows the start of a new day, and a new day shows the start of new activities circling itself in a constant motion, new activities starting all over again.It's a new week, and now, just like every day, and every new week, I'm in school, though except on weekends.I looked around to see everywhere like sardines as students rushed to class for fear of being late.An unsteady motion in the sky made me turn my eyes upward from the crowd. I saw a willowy streak of surge white blooming against the deep blue. A plane was writing high up in the sky. The plane was so far away that at times the strong glare of the sun blanked it from sight.Noiselessly, the tiny plane looped, and swerved, vanishing, and appearing, leaving behind it a long trail of a white plume of smoke. A Plume of smoke that grew swelled, and slowly began to fade into the air at the edges"HEY! HEY! HEY!" I heard.I looked away from the sky, and back to Earth. The sharp precision of