Chapter 1

Ava p.o.v

"Ava" Tricia yells from the living room for the twentieth time.

Tricia is my roommate and best friend, we met on our first week of resumption. I needed a roommate so she offered I stay with her even though she wasn't looking for one.

Mom must have liked Tricia at first sight because she agreed without hesitation, saying for a young girl to live alone is very dangerous. my mom can be extremely protective when it comes to her kids, but let's face it, which mother won't turn a tigress when it comes to her kids.

So I don't blame her for being overprotective, even though it drives me crazy at times.

So for the past four months, I've been living with this wild wolf, shhh, don't tell her I say that, or I'm dead meat.

Tricia can be sweet and caring when she wants to be, she had a heart of gold, the best roommate I could ever ask for. But sometimes her big sister mode kicks in and she becomes wild bs, I love her.

"What?" I asked innocently, I can practically see her rolling her eyes at my act of pretense.

Ok, maybe I wasn't all innocent but a girl needs her bubble bath.

" You've been in there all morning and you're asking me what?" she said in disbelief, " if you waste one minute in there I swear to God I'll drag you out by your hair" she growled through grits teeth, I almost laugh out, remember keyword almost. I do not want to be Tricia's prey, you've got to see her angry and I bet you it's not pretty.

She always likes this, waking up last and having me take a quick shower but not today. Today is the perfect day to have my revenge and made up for all those quick showers she made me have.

let me tell you revenge is sweet.

Tricia had a very important test so that explains why she is extra piss.

I came out of the bathroom fully dressed in a peach-colored sundress that stop on my knees with a tiny black belle belt, silver stud earrings to compliment the dre s, and black sandals with tiny pearls designing them.

I cat walked out of the bathroom flicking my strawberry blonde hair off my shoulder just to annoy Tricia more.

And boy does she look mad.

If looks could kill I would be six feet under the ground by now.

"Bitch." She hissed glaring daggers at me then push past me to the bathroom.

"But you love me" I yell over my shoulder to her.

"You should be glad and I wish I don't, I would've strangled you by now." She throws one last glare my way before slamming the door shot in my face.

if she wants so badly to get ready on time, she should at least be up early.

Not up to twenty minutes, she was out of the bathroom like a breeze, I bet she didn't bathe well.

"let's go." She mumbled and I quietly follow behind to her car, we get in and drove off. above the speed limit.

Tricia dropped me by my department block before speeding off to her law faculty.

My guess is she wants to get over with the test.

Turning to enter my first class, Economics. my other friend, Nathan but like we can him, Nate. Greets me with a warm hug, no strings attached, thank you very much.

He's gay.

"Oh, my Ava, look how pale you are, what has that bitch of a roommate done to you" Nate exclaimed dramatically, looking all serious but I can see a fake seriousness, He just kidding around.

"You don't want her hearing what you've just said now, do you?" I warned, a smirk tugging on my lips as I shake my head.

Tricia will no doubt castrate him that's for sure, ok, not that they don't get along with each other. that's their way of playing, though I sometimes don't understand them until I realized they playing.

"like she could do a thing." Nate scoff rolling his eyes.

"Really Nate" I threaten, giving him the don't test me look.

"Oh, Of course not I love my balls where they are." He laughed throwing his head back. We took our seats as our professor, MR While entered and the lecture begins.

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I smiled as I stare at the bold letters written 'MOM' it's been a while since we last talked especially with dad's constant drinking.

"Hello, baby girl." Mom's tender voice came from the other side of the phone, how I'd missed hearing this voice.

"Mom." I chirped excitedly.

"How are you doing over there, hope you don't lack any school or food supplies."

"I'm fine Mom," I replied and heard her sigh in relief.

"How are you guys," I asked back.

"We are fine darling."

"And dad?" I asked even though I already knew the answer to that.

"That's nothing to worry about dear, you just focus on your studies" she reassured, but who am I kidding?

If I were to believe that everything is fine with dad around, then I had another thing coming.

My dad isn't this way when I was a kid, he was sweet, caring, and a loving father to us. He was the type of dad every kid could ask for, but everything changed when his Business went bankrupt and he has to let it go to those who invested in the business.

He was devastated, and he resorts to drinking for comfort but when drinking help solves your problems rather incincreasedthem. It ? made him miserable and turned him into an alcoholic.

"Ok." Deciding not to press it further.

"Ava my dear, please be careful with people you interact with, there are always bad guys lurking around." She sounds worried.

A frown creeps its way to my face, yes there are bad guys around. But mom using my name in a warning means something isn't right, and why do I feel it in the back of my head that something is wrong?

"Ok, mom, I promise. Can we talk later?" I said ending the conversation.

"Alright dear." the line went dead.

Now I'm restless and curious, what exactly is wrong, is dad giving them hard time? Or did he cause some sort of trouble?

I'm going home this weekend no doubt about it.

"What happened, you look stressed out." Tricia's voice snaps me out of my thoughts, she walks out of the changing room in the coffee shop where we both work.

Now, not that Tricia needed the Job nor the money, well basically because her parents are quite rich and her boyfriend is well loaded. she even offer to give me her paycheck every month, but I so kindly refused. I can't just take the money she works hard for, I would be best described as a desperate greedy bitch if I do.

like who the hell does that?

"Well?" I told her my conversation with mom and emphasis on the dangerous people as well.

"I think she's just looking out for you," Tricia said thoughtfully, I already know that which mother doesn't look out for their kids but there is also a hint of fear in her voice.

Mom has never spoken like this even when dad has started his mental abuse, her voice has always been firm. And hearing her talk this way only means there's trouble in paradise.

"No Tricia something is up." I broke the silence that has stretched between us.

Tricia fixed her gaze on me as if searching for something.

" If that's what you think then, you are going home this weekend"

Tricia said in an aend-of-discussionon tone and I couldn't agree more with her, if we are in another situation I would have argued with her for using that tone on me but not this time.

We both walk out to the counter.

"Ava, please go attend to table six," Mason, the guy behind the counter said with sweat running down his forehead, quavering lips, and trembling fingers, then return to what he was doing or pretending to be doing.

A frown spread on my face confused, as to why his shaking. is he cold or something, I turn away to go find table six. But the tension in the air is like a knife cutting through your skin.

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?

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