"What do you mean by saying that you don't trust me?" I held her wrist.

"I don't trust you!"

"Why?"

"Because it was when I was with you that a woman tried to attack my daughter," Chandni yanked her hand from me and walked towards the heap of clothes. She folded them and started keeping it in a traveller bag. She wasn't actually folding them, she was actually crumbling them into cloth balls.

Chandni was moving to somewhere out of Kerala and she was not telling me where she was moving to because she didn't trust me anymore.

Fathima was not harmed that day, she was only injected with general anesthesia but Chandni was afraid that something else could have happened if Reddick did not reach there on time. This scared Chandni to the core however, Fathima was comparatively cooler. She gave me occasional sympathetic smiles and encouraging looks when I was having a conversation with her mother for about an hour.

"Chandni, I have got nothing to do with it, trust me"

"I thought I could but now I know I shouldn't" She spat and continued folding her clothes rashly.

I actually thought that I found a new friend but that wasn't the case. I was a fool to see her as a friend. I shouldn't have, especially when I knew that she was someone with trust issues. Being labelled as someone not trust-worthy by Chandni was definitely more hurtful than the time when Reddick broke my trust.

I sighed and started to leave the room when I heard someone calling me.

"Pssst" Fathima was standing at the door of her room with a note in her hand. She was covered in black clothing and she waved the note when she caught my attention. I walked towards her.

"This note was there at the door step when we came from the hospital. " She extended it towards me and I accepted it. I was about to open it when she held my hand." I think it would be better if you open it from your house, Mom will not like it if she knew that I gave it to you"

I smiled at her and nodded. I started walking towards the door when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

" I hope that this explains my mother's paranoia. Please do not hate her. She is a very nice person actually, please don't let the distance grow. I will call you after we reach our new home" Fathima said.

I gave her a thumbs up and trotted to Chandni's room to say one not-so-final goodbye.

Chandni was not my best friend, neither was she my childhood friend but there was something about her that made me love her company. I cannot quite point out what. It could be her rebelling nature or her loud laughs. Maybe it was the way she questioned everything or the way she followed her principle in actions too. I did not know that why was I feeling attached to her but I did know that I cared.

I knocked lightly on her door but she was talking to someone on the phone so I decided to give her personal space and wait.

"Riddick, I still can't thank you enough," she said.

My attention peaked when I heard his name. My heartbeat rate elevated like that of a person who needed to do a sin for survival. I did not leave as I continued my eavesdropping. There were some 'hmm's and 'ah's but I waited patiently for any relevant information. Riddick had already cheated me once and I was not ready to let him walk on me again. I tapped my foot lightly with folded arms as I waited. I kept glancing around once in a while to make sure that Fathima was not watching.

"Yeah, I haven't said about my destination to her, you are right about Keerthy not being trust worthy"

I retrieved my ears once those words reached my ears. I could feel the adrenaline rush all through my body. If Riddick was in front of me then, he would have been dead meat by seconds. Clenching my fists, I imagined punching his face and kicking him where the sun doesn't shine. I would have pulled his hair and hit his head on a wall if he was near. I started breathing heavily as I stormed away.

He was the one behind Chandni's sudden distrust. I must have seen it coming. I should have calculated something as low as that, especially when he wanted the 'Kaalan' case so badly. The Riddick I knew would stoop as low as a third rate criminal to get what he wanted. But I could not believe that he managed to inject the poisonous words into Chandni. I thought of Chandni as an intelligent girl but she proved it wrong. That is what fear does to people, it turns them into someone they are not.

My footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as I strode towards the door of the flat.

I yanked the door of my car and sat inside it with a huff.

The weather wasn't pleasant with dark clouds and strong wind. The coconut palms kept moving from one side to another as the other trees kept cheering it. It was almost sunset and wherever the clouds left a space, an orange streak was seen, like the Sun was afraid of us forgetting him. The sun was determined to make his presence and that he did.

I did not know if it was PMS or something. I was irrationally angry. It must have been because of the fact that I had actually started trusting Riddick again after that day at the hospital. He consoled me and said that everything was going to be fine. He promised that 'Kaalan' would not hurt me when he was alive. He did not, however, break his promise since it wasn't Kaalan who hurt me. It was him.

My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I thought of him. I knew that I could not drive in that state of mind. I leaned back on the driver seat and put on some music. It was a song from 'Ennu ninte Moideen'. I closed my eyes, trying to engage myself in the song and forget about him. That was when I remembered that I had the note in my pocket. I opened it. It was written in Chiller font.

'The deeper you dig, the darker it gets. The ones helping you aren't. They have sources they gain from, each time you fall. Learn to fight, flee or fall. Fight her, flee from her or fall into your own grave.

 Your well wisher'

The first name that came to my mind as I read the chiller font was Riddick. I never saw him write anything with his hand, it was always typing for him. He was a little too obsessed with chiller font too.

I despised him with every cell in my body, dead and dividing.

Author's note: Forth prompt used.

Thanks a lot DuniyaKiEkMusafir for voting on all my chapters and encouraging me to continue with the story. May Allah bless you and make your dreams come true sister. :)

This song is a little nostalgic for me since the movie released during my higher secondary life, it was a huge success, also during this time , I was studying near a place mentioned in the song :) nostu nostu everyewhere :)