《Parallel Worlds》

*Two weeks later*

*Autumn's POV*

"Wolf, have you seen Axel?" I ask, trying to hold myself from being so emotional. It's been literally so long since I last saw Axel and I can't stop overthinking about possible scenarios of what happened.

Maybe he found out that I'm just a pathetic girl with a stutter who aches for a friend with not-the-best mom.

Maybe he found a better friend. Maybe I was annoying him.

Whatever it be, I hope he's okay even if he wants to be away from me. Even if his choice is to leave and ignore.

Wolf turns around and lifts me up in his arms as he kisses my hair.

"It's been two weeks since I heard of him. Even Ferrari, he's no where to be seen."

Wolf replies staring at me apologetically, putting me down to my feet. He knows I've grown attachment towards Axel. But, yeah, of course my life has to strike me down.

"Axel? Y'all talkin' about Axel Hawks?" Rebel says in as he folds his arms with arched eyebrows. We both nod as Rebel sighs.

"Yo, haven't you heard about the whole thing? Axel's younger sister died in a car crash. Since then, Axel is nowhere to be seen."

Oh no, no, no.

"And Ferrari? He attended their school's graduation to get the certificates and he seemed super bruised. Actually, he has got his whole left side fucked up."

Miracle...Miracle died?!

Oh dear God!

How's even Axel feeling right now?

I see Wolf gritting at Rebel for his bad word, but little does he know that it doesn't really matter. There's a whole other shocker I'm dealing with.

"Did you try to ask Ferrari? Maybe he knows where Axel is. They're so close." Rebel shakes his head no, letting out a tsk in denial.

"You can say 'were' close. From what I've heard, Ferrari swore to God that he ain't ever forgiving Axel for the girl's death and he threatened to hunt him down for the rest of his life."

What, excuse me?

"What? Why? What does Axel even have anything to do with it? Why is Ferrari blaming him?" I say quite defensively. I mean, she's Axel's sister and I'm sure of how much he loves her, he must be feeling much worse. Adding blame and anger would drive him to mental and psychological damage.

"Chill! Axel was driving. So technically, he's the reason of the crash that killed her." A gasp escapes my mouth as I eye Rebel in absolute frustrated objection.

"You can't just say that about him! There's no way Axel would do that! You have no idea how much he loves Miracle, he'd never hurt her!"

Rebel takes a step back, observing me with slight disapproval as he turns his head, exchanges glances with Wolf. Both kind of taken back by my burst.

I always excuse people for their doings, try not to be judgmental, but I never defended someone so strongly, not to mention in a talk with my brothers.

"Listen, I've got no talk in that. Why are you coming up at me like I said he intended to do it? His whole family blames him, even his so-called Ferrari, but I'm not a part of that blame, Autumn."

I feel the sadness in Rebel's voice, especially when he calls me by my name. He decided to turn around and enter the mansion, leaving me and Wolf alone in the yard. Sudden gloominess attack my chest as I recall everything that has been said 'till now.

Miracle died.

Axel is gone.

Ferrari and the family are pouring all the blame on him because he was driving.

I upsetted Rebel.

Could days get any worse?

Axel's POV

'Could days get any worse?'

Ha, a quote of mine I used to say when at the back of my head, I had an optimistic 'no' ringing.

But, now?

Yes. Yes, days definitely could get worse. Death could come to these days, snatch happiness out of your hands and push you to an unending dark hole of sorrow and chaos.

In couple of nights, you find yourself a stranger in a country you don't belong to, expected to build a life here because you've been kicked out of your home with the title murderer strangling your insides, dragging you in the tails of shame. I hate everything that's happening, happened and coming to.

"Mr. Hawks, are you listening to me?"

I nod to the Italian man who's supposed to be from the admissions office, completing my enrollment procedures.

"What are you going to major in?" I look down on the university's procehure of the available majors. I've got plenty of choices since I've a 4.0 GPA which I've known from my certificate which was sent to me last night.

My life has always led me to deal with criminals, eye-to-eye, sent lots of fuckers behind bars for the rest of lives, met drug dealers, gangsters and more, danced with the devils and betrayed them for good. I've always had an urge to fulfill; an urge of vengeance against those who believe they could rule our lives, control it and play it like a puppet; destroy it or keep it when they want.

They were after me.

Miracle's death wasn't a car crash.

It was all planned.

I was just too blind to see through all the signs.

I saw the driver. I know him. I see him every night in my nightmares.

And I'll be after him.

I've been warned to stop working with the FBI as an amateur teen-with-a-potential, so now if I could put any effort, stranded and alone, I'd put in....

"Criminal Justice."

Here shall the story begin.