been days after Ashley had her plastic surgery, she was discharged yesterday while Cassie has been discharged a week earlier. The doctors tried to give her her old face but there are still slight differences and she isn't looking exactly the same way she looked before. The police and the private detectives hired by dad haven't found anything regarding the incident, the first conclusion we came to was that it might be the same person after me who is also after Sasha because Ash wasn't the main target but it doesn't make any sense.

Why would anyone want to disfigure Sasha's face and kill me? What is the connection between the two of us? The second conclusion is that it might be two different people who did this and there may be no connection whatsoever between the two incidences. Nevertheless, the cops and our private detectives are working on it even though it's getting everyone worked up. Security is super tight in the house and the CCTV cameras have been activated in the whole house, we had no to reason to activate it before but now we do.

I stand in front of Sasha's room in the middle of the night contemplating whether to go in, open that drawer and satisfy my curiosity or just forget about everything. I chose the former as I open the door as quietly as I can and sneak in, I walked straight to the drawer and was about to open it when I heard the sound of footsteps coming closer to the room, I wasn't able to walk away from the drawer fully when I saw Cassie standing at the entrance of the room with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Jace? What are you doing here?" She yawns sleepily.

Gosh! How did she notice that I am no longer beside her on the bed? I have no idea why but Cassie has been acting super clingy since she came back from the hospital. It's almost as if she's stalking me, her excuse always being she is scared of being alone after what happened. Sometimes it is understandable while sometimes it simply irritates, like now.

"What are you doing here Cassie?" I rack my hand through my hair in frustration.

She walks up to where I am still standing beside the drawer and wraps her hand around me with her head on my chest. "I woke up and didn't find you beside me, I was scared..."

"Cassie you have no reason to be scared, the house is heavily secured."

She flinches at the harshness of my voice and take a step back, I feel guilty immediately. "I shouldn't have said that, I am sorry."

"Apology accepted." With a small smile plastered on her face, she traces circles on my chest with her thumb. "Can we go back to the room now?" She asks seductively.

I nod, she interlaces her fingers with mine and leads me out of the room without trying to find out the reason why I am in the room in the first place. I arch my right eyebrow in confusion, that's unlike the Cassie I know who would have done everything she could to find out my main purpose in the room.

It's been two weeks since I left the Jeffersons, the two weeks went by in a blur and I have been able to get a part-time job at a restaurant down the street as a waitress. Claire is back from Florida since college is resuming in the next few days. We were both at my apartment snuggled on the couch having a girl's time with pizza and wine.

"I miss her and I wish to see her but they wouldn't let me," Claire whines sadly and I couldn't help but feel the same way.

She came rushing back from Florida immediately she heard what happened to Ashley, she has also gone to the hospital countless times to check on her but they wouldn't let her see her.

"It's okay, I'm sure she's getting better now," I assure her while stuffing pizza in my mouth.

My phone dings, it is a text from Jason asking if I'm free for tomorrow, my fingers dangle on top of the keys not knowing what to tell him. Claire suddenly turn to me with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she dropped her glass of wine and half-eaten pizza.

"What?" She has been staring at me without saying a word now for a while.

"Do you like Jason?"

"What?"

"Just answer the question, do you like him?" She repeated.

"No, I mean yes. I like him only as a friend but I am afraid he is getting the wrong idea." I answer with a sigh.

A comfortable silence settles between us.

"Do you still love him?" Claire asks out of the blue while playing with the steam of her cup.

"Who?" I ask even though I already have an idea who she's talking about.

"Don't play dumb with me Sasha, you know who I am talking about." She grumbles.

I don't have to think about it for long, I still love him, I love Jace so much that not being with him hurts, it hurts a lot but there is nothing I can do about it. I fought for my love for him, I did but when Jace lost his memories, I couldn't continue fighting alone.

"You still love him." Claire states.

"Yes." I choke out while forcing back my tears.

"Come here." Claire opens her arm to me and she embraced me while stroking my back soothingly. "I wish you could just give someone else the chance to make you happy again."

"I'm afraid no one can make me half as happy and fulfilled as he does," I admit while hugging her tighter.

It's a Monday morning, no one is at home except the new maid the Jeffersons just employed and the guards protecting them...from me, I laugh quietly. How ironic! Honestly, I was scared when the cops were interrogating me, mom too was also scared, we both thought I was going to get caught but thank goodness I was smart enough to fake an attack on myself by stabbing myself and also giving a sob story of how I saw the strange person in my room. I wouldn't have had to do that if not for Sasha who saw me entering my room that night, I just hate that girl, she even made me stab myself. Call me crazy but I had to do it. I walk into her room and went straight to the spot I found Jace last night, if he thought I was just going to forget about it, then he doesn't know me well enough. What could he be searching for in this room? I started ransacking the whole room but found nothing, from the closet to the shelves, under the bed, and so on. I am about to give up on my search and walk out of the room when my eyes land on the drawer beside the bed that I haven't checked, I open the drawer and I gasp in surprise at what I found inside. It is a photograph of Sasha and Jace when they were still together, Jace was hugging her from behind with a wide smile plastered on his face and they both stare at each other like two lovesick idiots. Jace must not see this or he will start asking questions I am not ready to answer, I have to burn this. I walk out of the room while taking the photograph with me. I enter my room and keep it inside one of my designer bags in my closet before I start dressing up for my meeting with Ace.