Janet's P. O. V

Just then in a flash, and one swift movement I am facing his back, which is tensed.

I peep ahead to see three men with rods running towards us and Steven has caught one by the throat, his other hand holding the rod with which the man would have attacked.

At a rapid speed Steven knees him and turns his head and that man falls on the sand, unconscious.

Steven takes his rod and gives it to me.

"Hold this, attack if necessary," he says and sprints in the direction of those three men.

One of those men attack and he dodges it gracefully, twisting that man's arm in the process, kicking his back. He then uses the second man's rod to hit him in the head, which lead to the man becoming unconscious.

Just then the other guy hit Steven in his side with a rod.

"Steven!" I scream when he falls on the ground, blood oozing out of his wound.

It is almost as if I can feel his wound and my heart sinks like I took the impact. Our eyes meet and I see pure anger in them. My stomach has this weird electricity passing within it and I can't seem to pin point the exact emotion I'm feeling right now.

But before that man can attack again, he kicks that guy's leg and he loses his balance. He stumbles and Steven gets onto his feet and punches that guy in his rib cage so hard, I swear I heard the bone crack.

That man loses consciousness and falls onto the ground.

He looks at me and his eyes widen.

"Janet, bend!" he screams and I jerk my head in the direction of his gaze to see the third man ready to attack me.

I bend down and kick him where it hurts most. He stumbles and I take that moment to hit him in the head with the rod that I had in my hand, making him fall.

I snap out of it and drop the rod from my trembling hand.

That man tried to kill me.

I look around with tear and terror filled eyes to the other three unconscious men, who were in this condition because of Steven.

He merely took seconds to get done with them.

Like he was used to it.

My eyes widen and I look at Steven who is looking at me as if I am a scared wild animal that needs to be brought under control.

"Those men, they had uh- they had come for you? "I ask between breaths.

He shook his head."Janet, I can explain," he starts but I cut him off when I see his bleeding side.

I immediately rush over to him and touch his wound with trembling fingers. Slowly, but involuntarily, a stray tear escapes my eyes and I look up to see that Steven is looking at me his eyes filled with agony and pain and fear. I look at his wound again and we involuntarily move closer to each other.

My eyes search his face, almost pleading him to tell me what's wrong and why is he in so much trouble. All of a sudden his expression hardens and he moves back, away from me.

"This needs to stop. Right now. I'm sorry I can't meet you or talk to you or do anything with you ever again," he says and walks off, without giving me a chance to say anything.

He just leaves me there and I don't even know of adjectives to describe how I feel right now.

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Write a novel based on my life someone. I swear, it's going to be a hit. Like my problems just don't seem to be ending.

But what changed in that one moment? What did I do wrong? Did I push too hard?

More than anything, why were those guys behind Steven anyway?

Like my life was not already twisted enough, this just got added.

I need to do find out about this. Right now.

With this thought, I get up from my bed where I have been lying down for hours together and move to my computer screen.

I use my favourite search engine and type everything that comes to my mind.

Why would goons be behind anyone's life?

Why would anyone want to kill someone else?

What kind of teenage problems lead to criminal activities?

What teenage problems have been reported recently?

Who can probably come after a teenage boy?

That's when I remember the third day of senior year when I had overhead Steven's conversation with someone.

He will come after you, soon.

That leather jacket guy had informed Steven already about someone coming after him.

Now that I think about it, I had told Steven I know his secret, when in reality, I have no idea.

All I know is that he is always upto some creepy business.

"What the hell are you doing Janet?" Kiara's voice startles me from behind and I immediately turn around with a jerk after banging my laptop flap down.

"Ever heard of knocking?" I ask with a hand on my fast beating heart.

"And why exactly will I knock? Don't change the topic, why you searching about teenage problems and criminal activities?" she asks me and I shrug.

"I was thinking about something which led to another, then another and that's way I became curious about teenage problems and criminal activities," I explain and she looks at me like I just spoke in a different language.

I just scoffed."By the way, what exactly happened with Jason huh?" I ask and she looks down before falling on my bed, lying on her back. She starts to stare at the ceiling and pink stains her cheeks.

I try to control the giggle and big smile on my face."Tell me Kiara, what happened?" I ask, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Well...he took me paragliding and it was a lot of fun," she says extra softly, not looking at me at all.

"He took you paragliding for a casual outing?" is there something you're not telling-" she cuts me off.

"It was a casual outing," she yells,"nothing more," she adds softly, as if confirming with herself.

"Oh, so sweet of him right? I wish I had casual friends like that..." I say to pull her leg and she immediately sits up before turning to me. She glares at me and I smile at her.

"What are you trying to imply huh?" she says and I just smile wider.

"You know exactly what I'm trying to imply," I say and she huffs.

"This doesn't mean anything, okay? Friends do that for each other. Even Steven keeps asking me about your whereabouts and tells me-" she starts off and stops, biting her tongue.

My ears perk up immediately when she mentions Steven and I narrow my eyes at her when she stops.

"What about Steven, Kiara? What are you hiding?" I ask her and she gives me a dumbfounded look.

"Don't act like you didn't understand what I just said. Steven cares about you, he's always worried about your whereabouts," she says with a taunt in her voice.

Today morning flashes before my eyes.

Why you sitting here, alone?

Even today morning, Steven seemed very worried about my location and the fact that I'm sitting alone.

He, in the beginning, always kept pushing me away and told me to mind my own business.

And now this attack.

It's obvious that he's in danger or some sort of trouble. So, maybe that's why he keeps pushing people away. And today, when he was with me, the attack happens that put me in danger, so maybe that's why he pushed me away again...

But the question that arises is, who the hell is behind him?

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