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"What?" I gasp.

"He hanged himself" he repeats, almost annoyed, "He's hospitalized" he adds.

I slam the door open without saying any goodbyes to Veronica as I scramble down the long hallway. Thompson can't commit suicide.
Several beds with people laying on it were hurriedly brought to different rooms as doctors and nurses followed behind them.

The automatic doors slide aside as a cool wind washes through my messy face. I spot Tyler's car in the driveway before I see him scowling while laying against his car door with his head into his phone.

He lifts his head up when he notices my weak footsteps getting closer and closer to him. His lips nervously get in a tight, flat line.

"I said he's hospitalized" he answers my jumbled thoughts, "I didn't say he certainly died, but he could" he corrects.

"Why?" I almost snap at him.

"A girl spotted him in an attempt to hang himself from his window, so she reported it to us" he takes a deep breath.

"You don't care about him" I stare into his eyes.

He sighed then looked away, "Why would I? He's just a stranger living here" he lies.

"Your his grandson, Tyler. How could you be like this?" I almost hiss.

"They want you Alissa, Diana wants you as her victim" he changes the subject.

"Your here to take me to them, then" I cross my arms.

The cold wind splashes over his features as his short strands of hair cover his brows and half of his eyes. The only sound I could hear was my heartbeat and the only thing I saw was his narrowed eyes.

I didn't have time to react when a pair of long arms wrap around my neck and push me closer when soft lips pressed to mine.
My eyes flutter closed and I melted into the kiss. It was the only blazing thing in the coldness that surrounded me, and everyone else.

Tyler let go, sighing.

"There's only one way to stop this mess and its to kill someone" he holds me at arms length.

"Diana" he states.

"If she dies, so does her influence on everyone" his eyes are a bit glossy.

"What about Tiffany" I turn the subject to his evil sister.

"Don't bring her up" he narrows his eyes at me.

"The Judge is going to hold a court trial in a few days. You have to come" he dissolves the tense moment between us.

"And everyone will be there, including Blake" he adds.

"Alissa!" A voice booms.

I snap my head and face an angry Logan. He wore a cardigan and his hair was messier than ever as he marched towards us.

"Fuck off" he hisses at Tyler and he obliged.

He drags me out of the hospital yard and into the bustling traffic.

"Do you know mom and dad are worried sick for you? Where were you these days?" He snaps as soon as we exit.

"Days?" I gape.

"It's three days since some weird guy called me and told me your missing" he answers.

So Jen called him after all. I sigh from relief at knowing this fact. So he didn't ditch me and run away.

"Logan, you didn't tell me anything about Tiffany either" I disappointedly shake my head.

"I told you she-" his wide gaze moves from my eyes to my lip.

"What the... your lip-" his brows are scrunched in anger.

"Did that guy... kiss you?" He stops in his tracks.

"Logan, it's not-"

"That's it, I'm beating the shit out of Tyler" he turns around in an attempt to get at him.

"No! Logan!" I violently grab him by the shoulders.

"I am so close to losing my shit" he snaps.

"He said the judge is gonna hold a court trial in a few days. Everything will come clear, I promise" I almost whine.

He angrily takes a deep breath before turning to get back on track without even looking back at me. I decide to stay silent to allow his anger dissolve; which will more likely not happen.

Mom's new perfume and dads smile welcome me as tears roll down mom's cheeks. They pull me into a hug as Logan awkwardly stands in the corner glaring at me for what had happened between me and Tyler.

"I'm sorry" is all I could tell mom and dad.

"Allie, you were kidnapped. It's not your fault" dad assured me.

"Alissa, tomorrow there's a court meeting held..." Mom looks down at her feet. "I know, mom" I almost intend roll my eyes but change my mind.

"Let's eat lunch" Logan mutters, making dad chuckle.

I decline there request and head upstairs to my room as my fingers dial Naomi's number. After two beeps a voice finally answers.

"...Hello?" Veronica's voice interrupts.

"It's me" I answer back.

"Oh! Naomi is still unconscious so-"

"It's okay, just tell her tomorrow there's a court date going to be held; and she needs to be there" I take a deep breath.

"...Oh..." she gloomily replies.