I began to read

ELENA'S POV;

There were so many things I was beginning to figure out in Jessie's story. But the mystery behind it all was who had texted Brianne? Could it have been the person responsible for her death or something? I'd stayed in my room for a whole day trying to find that out. I had everything that I needed in here, even food, so I didn't need to go downstairs.

And I guessed that Antonio was occupied or else he would have come to see me. Instead, he sent me text messages almost every minute, and I continued answering to tell him I was fine, but I just had a knowing that if I didn't pick up this man's call, he'd come running from his office. I placed my phone beside me before I began to read the diary.

**** I walked out of the caffeine after getting a coffee, my eyes trekking aimlessly to every building and every store it landed as I clutched my coffee. The memory of what happened last night replayed in my head, I thought it was all a dream, till I woke up, walked to my mirror and noticed the bruises on my redneck.

What was and what happened was quite mystical, cryptic, and unimaginable. To make matters worse, Brianne texted this morning, saying she had had the same experience and unfortunately her case was more mischievous than mine.

Could someone just walk into your room in the middle of the cold night and then try to strangle you to death? Or perhaps you just open your eyes in the middle of the night to see an unknown figure and the next minute it's on you? Questions kept roaming in my head, who could it have been? How had this person entered my room? What the fuck was this person looking for? I'd been reading a lot of horror books lately and thought perhaps I was hallucinating until the figure touched me. I was more scared than I'd ever been in my life.

Brianne had surprisingly had her own share of this. The figure tried but I'd refused to die. But Brianne? It was as though she was being highly targeted and it just made me all the more confused. Who the fuck would go for someone as innocent as Brianne? Who the fuck wanted to kill her?! I knew if they'd had their way, I'd come directly for me. Last night was proof. I could feel my suspicions erupting within as a result of what Brianne and I had seen on her phone two days ago at school, that text from an unknown person which appeared more like a threat signal. But whosoever sent that was not only after Brianne but me.

And my rhetorical question was, who is this person, where did he come from? Why was he after us? And who the hell sent him? Because of him, I would end up having a sleepless night today. Nobody knew about this, not even my foster parents. Even though they had to know I couldn't just tell them and worry them. They had so much on their shoulders already. And it was quite possible that I'd probably been dreaming. Except that...I wasn't.

I really was concerned about Anne, thinking of how she might be coping with the whole threat thing.

"Hey!" A familiar masculine voice snapped me from my thoughts. "Oops, didn't mean to scare you."

"Hey, Kyle." I greeted, studying him and his casual outfit. A white light top that showcased his packs and muscles, and loose black jeans, with a pair of black canvas. His hair was black and thick, and his grey-blue eyes stared at my black ones.

"Are you okay, you seemed very deep in thoughts." His brows furrowed with concern.

"I'm fine." I smiled a little. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "Just came here to grab a coffee when I saw you at the entrance." A smirk played on his lips, lots of girls would die for that smile.

"So are you gonna grab your coffee or you're gonna stand there?"

"Oh, right." He walked into the caffeine nervously, causing a light chuckle to escape my lips.

I glanced down at my coffee before bringing it up to my lips and then took a sip. I enjoy a well-made hot coffee in the morning, and this is one of them. My gaze roamed around the street, from building to building as the large population walked here and there, and entered one building or another. Females holding their kids, and both couples and singles walking along or across the street, different kinds of scents filling my nostrils.

As lively as everywhere and everyone seemed, who knew what was lurking in the dark? Who cared to know about the unpleasant life of others? People always seemed normal, until they expressed their life story. For some people, it was as though life hadn't blessed them with the gift of joy like the rest, or rather it turned against those who were weak and attacked them. Life could be so unfair.

My eyes spotted a stranger in a black hoodie, his hands in his pocket, glancing back and forth, side to side as his long legs covered spaces as he walked. The crowd was so occupied with their businesses that they didn't notice. My curiosity sparked as my eyes unintentionally caught a man that I recognized immediately. He was the one I saw on Anne's phone. Purity's stepfather.

I nearly gasped. What was he doing now, his actions appeared suspicious, and it seemed like the man in black was actually following this man because he stopped every second when the other man turned, and hid himself behind buildings. This curiosity was beginning to flood my head. What were they up to?

Due to my curiosity, I began following with caution and knew I wasn't going to stop until I saw what was going on. Ignoring Kyle's voice, I went across the street, dropping my coffee in a trash bin.

I walked briskly and quietly so he wouldn't be aware of my presence. I found myself somewhere I didn't expect I'd end up in. My eyes watched as the blackbirds gathered themselves and flew off together, white-painted buildings covered in dirt, old rusty barrels filled with rainwater. This place was secluded, people weren't allowed here, and people didn't walk into this place. Seems like some people were committing criminal offences around here

. Was the fuck was I getting myself into?