Ayato and Daniel

Part two They said she was dead. Ayumi. I remember her scream sharp, terrified as Daniel gripped her arm too tight, blood trailing from his fingers. I was thirteen. Frozen. He didn’t ask me to take the fall. He didn’t need to. One look with those glassy, manipulative eyes, and I knew. I confessed. Said I snapped. Hurt her. They believed me. Daniel was perfect, rich. I was just the quiet kid always behind him. I spent three years in juvie. Came out with a record that stains everything. My parents barely looked at me. Daniel’s family paid for my food, books, uniform. He ignores me in public but makes me crawl into his limo after school like a secret. I try to stand up for others he twists it. Makes me the villain. I still forgive him. That’s what scares me. Then it started. Paper cranes like Ayumi used to fold. Notes in my locker. Her heart-shaped locket our photo inside slipped into my pocket one with her picture and me and Daniel’s . Shadows near the tennis court. One night,lip stick writing into Daniel’s mirror: I’m not dead. My hands shook. If she’s alive… what does she want? Revenge? Justice? Does she hate me too? I didn’t hurt her. But I didn’t stop him. And that makes me guilty. Now she owns us both. Daniel still clutches the leash, but Ayumi holds the whip. Her laughter is low, unhinged, echoing in my skull. We obey every word. If we don’t, the leash tightens. The whip cracks. We belong to her mind, body, soul. In the photo she left, Daniel’s hand is gripping her arm not in control, but pleading for mercy. But Ayumi’s not the victim anymore. She’s in charge now. And we’re not walking away. If we even try she will take us both too court and we both don’t want that part of Daniel loves the pain and misery he suppresses a smirk and i cry like a baby while I’m taunted then gets held after like always