It was when I was getting myself a drink for the sixth time when my phone vibrated inside of my pocket. Although, I  had have a lot of drinks all through the night, I was still in my senses.

I immediately reached for my phone and opened the message.

Take the Lamborghini  parked outside the house. Drive it and go to the Central Park.

-Z

After waiting for so long, finally I got message from Z. And this was first time in forever that I was hoping for text from it. I couldn't leave the party without informing Alex and Kiara; you don't want to get Papa Bear and Mama Bear worried about you. So, I found them, told them that I was heading back home, and left.

***

The car was parked quite far away from Jacob's house, and as I got closer to it, it's ravishing looks got me dazed. I examined the appearance of the car more closely and found a key resting on the rooftop of the car. I grabbed it expeditiously and took off to the Central Park. 

Driving a Lamborghini was so different from driving a normal car. It ran so swiftly on the road, as if it was doing it's own runway show.

The roads all empty, the street lights along with the city lights blazing in the dark, and driving a Lamborghini at a speed I have never driven before. I felt as if I owned the town. But the fun ended there.

I reached my destination, pulled over and got out of the car. Everything happened so fast it took me a while to process everything.

I saw a cop coming towards me, he asked my name and then said the thing most of us dread the most, "You're under arrest."
And with that he put cuffs on my hands.

I didn't get it. What was happening? I did not do anything illegal. Accept for drinking and driving. But he's not aware that I was drinking.

"But why? What did I do?" I reasoned.

"You stole the Lamborghini. Now get inside the car," he said directing me into his car.

Of course, I should have thought of it. There had have to be a catch. Z can never me genuine.

So, I was officially going behind the bars and all the credit went to our beloved Z. I honestly was fed up of Z then. I needed a break from all of it.

***

"I am ashamed!" My mother exclaimed as we left the police station.

After putting me in the cell, the cop called my mom and explained her everything. And within a half hour she was here getting me out of the prison.

"I'm sorry," I said sitting inside the car.

"No, this is unacceptable. I thought I raised you better.You are grounded, Ms. Brooke!"

"But, you can't do that," I persist.

"Oh sweetheart I am doing it. You are grounded for a month. And we will not be discussing about this any further more."

Now, I can say it that I was screwed. I walked into my house, and without saying a word went to my room.

What does this Z wanted with me? What I have ever done to him? Why won't he just stop messing with my life?

This was the first time that Z made me cry and I was truly afraid of him. I wanted someone to comfort me at that moment. I wanted someone to tell me that it was all okay, but I had no one.
It was truly messed up this time. Z went too far.

While, I was crying my emotions out I noticed something lying on my dressing table which was never there before. Curiosity took over me and the next second I realised, I was opening the box.  

Inside the box rested a CD on a red silk cloth, along with a note.

You keep your promise and I keep mine.
-Z

🖤🔹🖤

Finally, done. Another chapter of Off the Map published.

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