
by Kitty lovers
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.
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