'A serial killer is on the loose' are words that a person never wants to hear. It's even worse when said person has to face it, standing on the front line.
Nineteen-year-old Arya Moore, a hodophile who is always up for an adventure has to face the m...
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I sat on the borders of Jericho Beach alongside Caia. We embraced the cool breeze, as I took a sip of my pineapple juice, Caia staring at me with saliva practically drooling from her mouth.
"You can't have any," I said sternly before she could ask.
"I didn't even say anything," She said with an eye roll.
"But you were going to," I said raising my eyebrow.
"Fine, be that way," She said scoffing.
"Ugh, fine, take it," I said giving her what was left of my juice. I know, I am too kind.
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It had been a week since we'd moved here. I tried to let go of the past, but it just kept coming back to me. Every night, I'd dream about Arya's pleas as we murdered her love. I tried to tell myself that it was the only choice I had.
But I knew deep down it wasn't. I could've gotten Caia arrested, she did deserve it. But I couldn't bear the thought of seeing her in handcuffs being dragged inside a police jeep.
"What's up, Taylor?" Caia asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Nothing," I said with a sigh.
"I'm sorry for the mess I got you in," She said with an apologetic look. "But we need to try and make the best of life"
"You're right," I said plastering my face with a smile. Caia must've noticed my unsatisfied face, because the next thing I knew, she ordered another pineapple juice.
"That one's on me," She said smiling.
Oh, and speaking of jobs, I asked my company to transfer me to Vancouver and Caia started a job as a tourist guide. We rented a tiny apartment downtown, as it was too expensive anywhere else.
We agreed to get a better place once we'd saved up enough money. Life was looking good. Despite how much I regretted throwing Arya and Ethan under the bus, it was nice to be with my family.
After our parents died, I was all alone, none of our aunts or uncles kept in contact, and I'd thought Caia was dead and felt so lonely all the time.
