Veronica
Another weekend rolls and then the week starts slowly creeping in. The weather is getting colder and colder by the hour. The sky above my head is greyer than usual and the trees have less and less leaves. The ones that are still standing glued to the branches are shining like beacons in orange and red in this world of cold foggy mornings and gloomy days which fade into the darkest of nights.
I am not able to make even one step alone anymore. I am not just grounded for sneaking off to Ian’s house with Luca. I am incarcerated. Victor took my phone and doesn’t let me out of his sight every second of every day. I go to school with my guards in his car, and they follow me even to the restrooms. I am not allowed to talk to Ian and both Marcus and Grayson are too strict to execute the
