Hailey's POV

We left the party sooner than I expected Saturday night, and not because of me, but because of Angela. I could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice, she was uncomfortable being there after her little run in with Axel, but she hadn't said anything or mentioned that she wanted to leave, she was trying to stick it out. I couldn't take it any longer after that, she was starting to remind me of Isaac, constantly checking behind her back, her surroundings, always being on high alert, so I suggested we leave and boy was she quick to agree.

I texted Carmen on the drive back to her place, telling her to invite Angela to stay the night since it was so early, that we could have a girls night or something. I of course explained what had happened at the party in our text conversation and she completely understood. She waited until we made it back to her apartment to throw my idea out in the open, and surprisingly Angela agreed to stay and I was slightly relieved. I actually felt a little uncomfortable with her driving all the way back home in the mood she was in, especially late at night.

Angela of course didn't end up staying the whole night. Dion actually came for her a little passed one am, he even rang Carmen's doorbell and everything. Angela immediately flew into Dion's arms, as Mrs. Rodriguez cautiously opened the door in the middle of the night. I had always assumed that Angela and Isaac were the two closer bunch out of the trio, but after tonight I realized just how close Dion and Angela actually were. Angela had unexpectedly started crying in Dion's embrace, he wrapped his arms tighter around her, whispering something into her ear as she slowly nods her head yes.

Only when Angela's calmed and ready to go does Dion look up at me. He doesn't smile, he doesn't greet me, he simply ask's me if I want a ride back home and I politely decline. He apologizes to Carmen and her mom one last time before leaving, and leaves without a goodbye. I don't know why I did, but I ran to Carmen's balcony, which faced her apartment complex parking lot, and went outside. Carmen lived on the fourth floor, meaning Dion and Angela were probably still in the elevator or going down the stairs because they hadn't made it outside yet.

I instantly spotted Dion's Jeep out in the parking lot, parked right next to Angela's Camaro, and noticed two guys hanging around it, but it was too dark and I was too far away to make out their faces. A few seconds after that i spot Angela and Dion finally walking out towards his truck, Angela's hand intwined with his, as he carried her belongings with his free hand. He opens the passenger door allowing Angela to climb in, shutting the door after her, and tosses her stuff in the back seat. He walks over to the two unknown guys and hands something to the guy who's standing to his left.

Dion must have told the guys something because they both end up nodding their heads, and he soon walking away back to his Jeep, driving off. One of the two guys walks around Angela's Camaro standing at the passenger door, waiting, and then they're both suddenly climbing into it as the other guy unlocks the doors. I was actually wondering what Ang was gonna do with her car when Dion mentioned he was taking her home. I can hear the engine to her car purring from up here as they drive out of the parking lot, and I walk back into Carmen's warm apartment and we head straight to bed.

My dad doesn't pick me up until late at night on Sunday after he gets out of work, which was okay for him because he just so happened to be working in the City that day. Carmen and I really didn't do much that day, her mom took us out to lunch by the time we woke up because we had slept in pretty late. We went to the mall and did some shopping, or I should say they did some shopping, and then made it back to their place in time to start dinner. I actually loved Mrs. Rodriguez cooking, I hadn't had it in a while, she definitely had a good hand when it came to spices.

My dad had picked me up a little passed 9pm and we headed straight home, we didn't get back until five passed 10 maybe and I immediately went into the shower and crawled into bed, seeing how I had school the next morning. I knew my dad was still iffy about me going to school but he didn't say anything, plus he had to work so I would've been stuck home with Caleb, and well.. Caleb's Caleb.

I was actually a little nervous to go to school, I didn't know if Isaac would show up today. I didn't know if I was ready to see him after what happened on Friday, and even if i did I don't even know what I would say to him. But just like then, he was a no show in second period, or maybe he had switch out his classes again, but no, turns out he actually missed school again.

It was currently lunch time, and I had manage to get through half of the day without breaking down. I necessarily still didn't want to be around anyone, nor did I want to talk to anyone, so just like before I went my own way to have lunch alone. I didn't go in the library though, I knew there would be people in there, and I knew my friends would know to find me there and I really didn't want to be bothered. Instead I hid behind the library and sat under that same tree Madison first found me under, and prayed to God she didn't come looking for me.

I still didn't have much of an appetite so I of course didn't eat, I didn't even bother pulling my sandwich out of my bag. I grabbed my book instead and decided that it was time to catch up on my reading, I hadn't touched a book in over a month now and that was ridiculous. I got through half a chapter maybe when I heard some leafs crunching besides me and I quickly turned to look in that direction, but it was just two random guys making their way across the courtyard.

"A little jumpy aren't we?" A deep voice says from the opposite side of me, and it immediately sends shivers down my back. I had grown to recognize it by now. I inhaled a deep breath, trying to ease some of my nerves and turned to look to the left of me. Sure enough, there stood Cris Roxwell and his friends not too far away from him.

I don't say anything as he just stands there, looking down at me, smiling, when he motions to sit next to me and the second he does I instantly attempt to get up. I say attempt because Cris grabs onto my arm pulling me back down next to him, "sit." He growls dangerously low. "I'm not gonna hurt you, Summers, Ax would kill me if I laid a finger on you."

"Ax?" I frown, clenching my eyebrows together. "Why would that matter to him?"

Cris doesn't reply though, he simply snorts softly, shaking his head. He reaches into his pocket pulling something out and hands it to me. "Ax asked me to give you this, more like demanded," he chuckles softly. I slowly reach for the folded paper in his hand and open it to find a number written inside of it, and quickly turn to Cris. "He wants to talk to you, apologize for his behavior I guess, I don't fücking know."

I crumple the paper in my hand and shove it into my bag, and immediately get up from my spot to find Cris getting up with me. I sling my bag over my shoulder ready to leave, when I feel Cris's hand wraps around my arm, pulling me back towards him.

"Roxwell!" Another deep voice snarls from behind me, I quickly turn my head back to find Dion standing there with all of Isaac's friends, along with some new faces that I've never seen before. "I would've thought you learned your lesson about keeping your hands to yourself by now."

Cris instantly releases my arm, keeping his hands up to his chest, "we were just talking," he grins.

"Red." I look over at Dion and he tilts his head back, calling me over to them, and I quickly nod my head, making my way over to them, when Cris's voice stops me for a second.

"Don't do it, Summers." I turn back to look at him, confused on what he's even talking about. "He may be my cousin," he murmurs, "but do not get in the middle of this war, do you understand me?"

"HAILEY!"

I glance back at Dion for a second and see the impatient look on his face, and turn back to Cris, "stay out of it," he growls starting to walk backwards, heading towards his friends who are now only few feet away. "I'm doing you a favor, Summers, stay the fück out of this."

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I had managed to get through all of Monday without falling into a complete wreck. I was currently back at home working on my homework, my family and I had just had dinner and I'm glad to say that i ate a bit. My dad had made his famous tater tot casserole so I couldn't just not eat some. I had the smallest piece you could probably think of, but my dad was happy that I was eating either way.

I usually had no problem doing my homework, I could normally finish it right away, but I was having the hardest time concentrating tonight. Stupid Cris Roxwell was lingering in my thoughts, well not him, but rather what he said to me earlier at school. His words constantly replaying over and over in my head, "I'm doing you a favor, Summers, stay the fück out of this."

"What the hell does that even mean!?" I mumble under my breath, tossing my pen on top of my work packet in front of me, I had been stuck on the same damn question for almost half an hour now. How the hell was I getting in the middle of it, when I didn't even know what it was! And how the hell was he doing me any favors? I groaned loudly sinking into my computer chair, I was starting to give myself a bad headache the more and more I thought about Cris. No surprise there though.

I grabbed my bag from behind me, it was currently laying on my bed. I reached into it, digging around for the small travel size of Advil's I had in there but instead found the crumbled up little paper that Cris had gave me. I scoffed loudly looking it over and tossed it into my trash bin at the end of my desk. That little piece of paper was the cause of my headache right now, and I wanted nothing to do with it, nor Cris or Axel, I was so done with anything and everything that related to the mafia.

I stuck my hand back into my bag and eventually found the Advil's in my outer pocket and poured two of them in my hand, tossing them into my mouth. I reached for my water bottle on my desk, taking a quick swig from it to help me pass down the pills when my dad suddenly starts yelling my name from down stairs.

"Hailey!"

"Yeah?!" I shouted back.

"Can you come down here for a second?!"

I quietly groan to myself, I really didn't have the energy to go down stairs right now. "I'm doing homework dad!" I shouted back, my laziness stoping me from going to check what he actually needs.

"NOW KATHERINE!"

And I immediately shoot up from my chair at the sudden change in his voice, and head out of my bedroom. I couldn't understand why he would be calling me by my middle name, he normally only did it when he was upset, and I hadn't done anything to piss him off in awhile, at least I don't think I have.

"What is it dad?" I whine, dragging my feet along the floor, making my way down stairs. I quickly came to a halt at the bottom of my stair way when I see Isaac's mother and father standing near the front door, my own father standing a couple feet away from them, his arms folded along his chest.

"You have company," my dad says right off the bat, waving towards Isaac's parents.

I gulp deeply, taking the final step of the stairs, making my way towards the trio as I wrap my arm around me, suddenly feeling very anxious. What could they possibly be doing here?!

"Mr. Matteo, Mrs. Matteo, Hi..."

"Miss. Summers," Mr. Matteo slightly tilts his head, greeting me, as for Isaac's mom, she simply smiles. But it's not her usual beaming, radiant smile like always, there's almost a sadness behind it, in fact she looks worried for some strange reason and that starts to worry me. "How are you?" Mr. Matteo continues.

"Um, I'm okay.. W-what are you doing here?" I stammer a bit.

"Isaac-" Mrs. Matteo starts to say and her husband quickly cuts her off, gently tugging on her hand, which he's currently holding.

"Adriana!" Mr. Matteo then turns his attention back to me. "I'm sorry to disturb you at home, Ms. Summers, but as you see my son has not came home in a few days and we can't seem to get ahold of him."

"He hasn't?" I whisper softly, clenching my eyebrows together.

My dad quickly turns to look at Isaac's parents, then back to me, but I'm just as confused as he is.

Mr. Matteo shakes his head no, and I swear that Isaac's moms eyes are starting to tear up. That would explain her worried expression. I then notice that her eyes are a blood shot red now that I'm paying more attention to her, like she's been crying for days and that saddens me even more.

"I've tried calling him numerous of times but he's not answering. You wouldn't happen to know where he's at, would you, Ms. Summers?" Mr. Matteo asked, a glimmer of hope at the back of his voice.

This time I'm the one shaking my head no, did he not tell them? I mentally thought to myself. "Um," I start softly. "Isaac and I broke up almost a week ago, Mr. Matteo."

He quickly furrows his eyebrows, "did you? I'm sorry," he shakes his head lightly, as Mrs. Matteo blankly stares at me, clearly just as shocked as her husband. "I wasn't aware of this.."

"Why?" Mrs. Matteo suddenly mumbles under her breath. "I mean what happened, If you don't mind me asking."

I shrug my shoulders, my eyes threatening to water up, "uh, he actually broke up with me," I tell her, and she looks at me even more confused now than she did two seconds ago. "He," I take a deep breath, trying to hold it together. "He, um, he said that I uh, I didn't belong in his world."

Mrs. Matteo quickly lets go of her husbands hand and is shoving him back a bit, the sadness, worry, and confusion long gone, now replaced with anger. "This is all your fault!" She growls. "You filled his head with all that shit!" She shoves him one more time and is suddenly now speaking in Italian. Mr. Matteo actually doesn't say anything, he simply looks down at my floor while his wife continues to yell at him. "You better find him, Carmelo, and you better fix this!"

"What do you think I'm doing, Adriana!" He shouts back, her name deeply laced in his Italian accent like last time.

Mrs. Matteo narrows her eyes at her husband, her nostrils flaring, "if anything happens to my son, I swear to god, Carmelo!" Mr. Matteo is about to speak when Mrs. Matteo quickly puts up her hand, never giving him the chance. She turns in mine and my fathers direction, "I'm so sorry about all of this, Hailey.. David." And opens the front door, storming out towards the black SUV that's parked by the curb.

Theres two big scary guys waiting near the car, dressed in all blank, one of them quickly rushes over to open the back door for Isaac's mom. Mr. Matteo then sighs deeply dragging his hands down his face. He sticks his hand into the jacket of his suit, pulling out a little business card. "This is my number, my personal number," he hands me the card and I stare at it for a couple seconds, then look up at him. "Take it, please," he insist, and I do. "If for any chance my son happens to get in contact with you, Ms. Summers, please call me immediately."

I nod my head looking down at the card still, "okay."

"Again, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, to the both of you," Mr. Matteo adds. He shakes my dads hand really quick and makes his way out of our house following after his wife. My dad motions to close the front door but just as he's about to shut it, I see one of Mr. Matteo's body guards open the back door for him, while he tells them something and they nod as he points towards our house. That's not weird at all.

"Well that was... interesting." My dad says.

I quickly turn to look at him, shaking my head, "I'll be right back, dad, I have to get something," and run back up stairs.

I need to call him, I need to know he's okay. It's not common for Isaac just to go MIA like that, and not let his parents know where he was at, especially his mom. What if something seriously bad happened to him? No, you can't think like that! Just call him, it can't hurt to try.

I quickly storm into my room, pulling my phone off of my charger and go to Isaac's contact, but I don't click it. I'm afraid to dial. Afraid that he won't answer, afraid that he's still with her, that she'll answer again.. Do it. I take a deep breath, swallowing my fear and click on his number, and it immediately goes to his voicemail. I hang up and try a couple more times, but they all go straight to his voicemail, so I leave a message.

"Hi," my voice strains, it actually comes out softer than I would have liked. "Uh, I know I'm probably the last person you want to talk to right now, but Isaac please call me. I just want to know that you're okay, that you're safe. Your dad, he um, he came looking for you, he said that you haven't been home in days. Your moms worried, Isaac. You don't even have to call me back if you don't want too, just text me, or call them at least. Let us know, I mean them, that you're okay, please. Okay, bye.."