YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
I saw my door knob move and I immediately flinched, I knew I had to leave Diego’s apartment, someone was watching me there and I did not feel safe. How did Raphael know so quickly? What is he going to do to me? I knew I had to leave town quickly so I rushed over to the apartment I share with my sister, the apartment that has been mine solely since our last fight, since the last time I saw her around.
I can’t even remember what the fight was about, we have been fighting for as long as I can remember, I am the one who apologizes even when I know she is the wrong one, I guess I decided not to do that anymore and so like Justin Bieber said ‘we don’t talk anymore’.
I searched my whole closet looking for it, where the fuck is it! It is the one thing that might save me, or get me killed but yet again it is my only shot at staying alive.
All my clothes were laying scattered on my bed and on the floor as I searched frantically, where the fuck is it! Where is that flash drive! I breathed hard in both frustration and exhausting, I can’t find the drive, I might as well sign my death warrant because now I have nothing to make Raphael reconsider murdering me like he had done his first wife and countless of others.
I would just be another nameless, probably unidentifiable body found on the street corner somewhere. Another body that the police might stick to their analysis board wondering how it had happened. How I had died.
I closed my eyes, placed my hand across my chest in a bid to stop my heart from beating so fast. If I am going to die then he is coming with me. I brought out my phone and quickly sent Zara that message I had been planning to send her for years.
Then the door opened and he walked in.
VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEW
I watched the door knob moved and I panicked. I held the knife away from my wrist and into my fist, I held it tightly in my closed fist and the door was opened and two men walked in.
“Get away from me!” I yelled waving the knife around, I tried to sound as confident as I could even though I was scared, even though I wanted to do was just to crawl in a hole and die.
It’s funny how I wanted to end my own life but somehow now that these men are here threatening to end that same life I switch to try to protect myself even I had been the one that had wanted to die just a few moments ago.
One of them was coming closer.
“We don’t want to hurt you Valentina.” He said calmly walking towards me as I moved backwards.
“Then don’t… just leave me alone… please.” I sobbed and dropped the knife, if they are going to take me they are going to do so anyway, and frankly I so tried of fighting, I’m so done with everything even life itself.
“I am sorry, we have strict orders to bring you with us.” He replied. He looked sorry that he had to take me. Greg, Diego’s right hand man.
“I will come with you I just have to…Uhm change.” I said. He nodded.
I walked into my room and walked into a cute Dior mini off the shoulder floral gown I got a while back, its one of the very few designers outfit I own, one of the few clothes I haven’t worn, like ever, none of the event I had attended had ever seem to be worth the dress but somehow today it seems like the right thing to wear.
I brushed my hair down from the messy bun it was in, I sprayed a little heat protectant and went in with my electric curler, I placed my hair in a spiral form on its circular area and made soft wavy beautiful curls.
I started my makeup and then heard a knock on the door.
“Ma’am, are you in there.” The man said.
“Yes.” I replied.
“I will be out in a minute.” I added and continued applying my makeup. If Diego is going to have me murdered I should at least die while looking beautiful.
ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW
I don’t want to raise a child all by myself and I also don’t want to give my child away. I really don’t know what to do.
“What’s wrong Zara?” my best-not my best friend-just the only friend I have asked. We were both at a lunch spot on campus. So was saying something about a guy she met at the club or something, I must have zoned out.
“I am fine.” I replied.
“Are you sure?” She asked concerned.
“Yeah,” I replied even though I wasn’t, I don’t know if I can tell her, I don’t know if I can tell anyone, I only person I can talk to that freely is my sister Yara but she isn’t picking up. I know we fought or something but why is she ignoring me! I’m supposed to be her sister! She is supposed to be there for me! She is my twin God damnit!
I’m a wreck and she isn’t here to help me through it! I hate Yara so much right now!
“I’m fine, I just didn’t sleep well last night, I spent the whole night for a test which we are about to miss if we don’t get our butts to class right now.” I said dragging her up with me.
And then that Knuckle Andrew came in, he is how do I put this; her fuck buddy, friend with benefit, he has a girlfriend Stacy, AKA the most popular girl on Campus, she is publicly single and actively searching. I don’t know they are both complicated and confused.
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“I know what happens on that island. I know what you do to those little children, if you hurt me I will expose you.” I said to Raphael.