Several hours later, around 5:00 a.m., Carlos was jolted awake by the shrill sound of his phone alarm echoing through the dark alley. He blinked in confusion, disoriented as he wiped the drool that had collected on his chin, a reminder of the uncomfortable position he'd slept in. The damp chill of the under-bridge alley seeped into his bones, and he shivered slightly, rubbing his eyes as he muttered groggily, "Where am I?"For a moment, he was lost, his brain struggling to adjust to the stark difference between this cold, grimy alley and his cozy bedroom. Then, like a hammer blow, the events of the previous day slammed back into his mind. Edgar. The threats. The strange phone call. He had run here to hide, hoping to stay out of Edgar's reach. He stared at the old cracked walls around him, wondering how long he could keep this up. His mind raced back to the woman’s words from the call: "This is payback for what you've done."Carlos rubbed his temples. “What did I do?” he muttered. He ke
Carlos stared at the cracked pavement beneath him, feeling the cold reality of his situation sink in. Without a phone, without a way out, and with the threat of Snackhead looming over him, he knew he was running out of time.----------------------------------He felt the tension rise as the man’s warning echoed in his head. “You don’t wanna be here when they come back,” the man had said, looking at him with tired, knowing eyes. It wasn’t a suggestion.With a slight nod, Carlos gathered himself, standing up on shaky legs. His body ached, especially his head where they’d kicked him, but he knew he had no choice. He couldn’t stay there. The thought of those thugs returning— maybe with more numbers, maybe more violent— made his skin crawl."Thanks," he muttered, giving a faint nod to the man who had handed him the aspirin. The man just grunted, already turning back to his own spot on the street. There was nothing more to say.Carlos tightened his grip on his nearly empty backpack and made
The city skyline blurred in the distance as Trevon’s car cruised down the avenue, weaving through the familiar streets. Trevon’s focus remained on the road, but he glanced occasionally at Carlos, who sat quietly in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed out the window. The silence between them felt heavy, almost unnatural, especially for Trevon, who was used to Carlos's lively energy. His friend hadn’t said much since they’d gotten into the car. Now, as the familiar turns toward Carlos’s apartment approached, Trevon cleared his throat.“You good?” Trevon asked, eyes flicking to Carlos again.Carlos shifted slightly in his seat but didn’t answer right away. He looked at Trevon, hesitation flickering in his eyes. After a moment, he shook his head slowly.“I don’t want to go home yet,” Carlos finally said, his voice low and uncertain.Trevon raised an eyebrow, surprised. He glanced at Carlos before returning his attention to the road, easing into a turn. “Why not?”The question hung in the a
As Carlos remained leaned heavily against the cold concrete wall, blood trickling steadily down his face from the crash, staining his shirt and the ground beneath him. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling from shock, exhaustion, and pain. The man with the pistol stood just a few steps away, his finger casually resting on the trigger, but Carlos felt too drained to resist. He closed his eyes, accepting what seemed like an inevitable end.He muttered under his breath, his voice shaky but sincere, praying to God for mercy, hoping that his death would be quick and painless. The faces of his parents, Margaret and Anthony Wilson, flashed in his mind. Regret gnawed at his heart, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes as he silently apologized to them.“I’m sorry, Mom... Dad... I should have been a better son. If there’s another life, I promise... I’ll make things right.”As his words trailed off into the cool night air, the man with the pistol suddenly burst into laughter.
Carlos woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the sterile smell of the hospital room. The early dawn light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. His body felt heavy, a dull ache pulsing from his injured arm, but the pain was nothing compared to the whirlwind of emotions raging inside him.He reached for his phone lying on the bed beside him, his mind still fixated on Edgar. He had to find out more— anything that could give him a lead. With a shaky hand, he opened his browser and typed 'Edgar' into the search bar, hoping to stumble upon something that could help him track down the man who had turned his life into a nightmare.Minutes passed, stretching into hours as he sifted through irrelevant results, each one adding to his frustration. There were no clear matches, no pictures that resembled the man who haunted his memory. Just as his patience was wearing thin, his phone beeped— a notification telling him it needed to be plugged in.“F
The tension in the Stone residence grew over the next few days as everyone anticipated a possible attack from either Edgar or the unknown woman. But to their surprise, nothing happened. No attacks, no strange incidents — just silence.A few weeks later, on a cold early morning, Carlos found himself strolling down one of the hallways of the Stone residence. His footsteps barely made a sound as he moved across the polished, gleaming tiled floor. The hall was adorned with elegant paintings, each piece of artwork framed in gold and reflecting the wealth of the household. Carlos admired the art as he walked, momentarily lost in thought.Ahead of him, he noticed Senator Harvey walking toward him in the opposite direction. Carlos straightened his posture, preparing to greet the senator with respect. As they passed each other, Carlos gave a courteous nod, his head bowing slightly. "Good morning, sir."The senator returned the greeting, but his cold, disapproving glare was impossible to miss.
As Carlos walked off into the building, his heart pounded with a mixture of regret and pain. He could feel Abby’s eyes burning into his back, but he didn’t dare turn around. His mind swirled with thoughts of her declaration, her love, and how quickly he had crushed it to protect her from the senator’s wrath. Every step felt heavier as he moved farther away from the entrance, away from Abby, and toward an uncertain future.Back at the entrance, Abby stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock, disbelief coursing through her. Her father, Senator Harvey, stood beside her, his face still set in a deep frown of disapproval.“Abby, you need to understand—” the senator began, but Abby interrupted him, her voice shaky and filled with frustration.“No, Dad, you don’t get to do this! You don’t get to decide who I love and don’t love. How could you threaten to disown me? Over this? Over Carlos?” Abby’s voice cracked as she spoke, but her resolve didn’t waver.The senator let out an exasperated sigh, c
As the first light of dawn barely peeked over the horizon, Carlos stepped out of the Stone residence, the cold morning air biting at his skin. He had left Abby behind, as promised, and now stood outside the grand mansion, glancing back one last time at the place that had given him sanctuary. It was strange, thinking that only hours ago, he had been safe inside, surrounded by walls of luxury and protection. Now, he was out in the open, vulnerable, and alone.He pulled his jacket tighter around him and took a deep breath, scanning the quiet, empty street. His mind raced as he set off down the sidewalk, cautious and alert, every sound making him glance over his shoulder. He had to move quickly. He had no idea who might be watching or if anyone had already picked up his trail.The shadows of the early morning seemed to stretch longer as Carlos quickened his pace. His thoughts drifted to Toby, his old friend and the only person who might still be able to help him. Toby had once offered to