“Alisha?” I said in shock.
“Alisha! We’ve been looking for you. Why did you escape?” Marx exclaimed as he held Alisha’s arm tightly.
“Ouch” Alisha winced in pain and tried to get out of Marx’s hand.
“Marx” I warned Marx and was forced to remove his hands from her.
“Why do you need to talk to me?” I asked her directly.
She smiled lightly, I wanted to act mad at her, I wanted to shout at her. I wanted to blame her on my friend’s death. But the way he smiles and talks to me. It was like she regretted everything.
“I have no bad intentions to you, Vanessa. But let me talk to you please. Can we talk privately?” she pleaded.
I looked at Marx but his expression is blank. I can’t read him right now. I know he was mad at Alisha too. Even me, I can’t trust her. I just can’
