BURIED IN THE BLOODLINE

I  watched my childhood best friend tumble down the stairs.   His leg twisted wrong. Blood pooling around him.   "Zayn! Zayn!" My voice broke as I raced to him, hands shaking.   His eyes fluttered open. "Why... why did you do it? I trusted you."   His words shattered me.   But my phone buzzed in my pocket. One text:   *Kill him. Or we kill you.*   I chose.   I called an ambulance... and I ran.   **1 year later.**   Louis Hamilton is back.   Broken. Haunted. And hunted.   But the truth is about to come out.   And this time, no one's running.