Twisted Thrice

CHAPTER ONE

   Abby sat anxiously in her seat on the plane, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. Fingers trembling, she hastily typed out a resignation message to her father.

  "Dad, I'm sorry I ran away. I've made up my mind—I'm done working for you. Just found out I got accepted for the second semester. All I want is to experience a normal life, surrounded by kids my age."

  Her fingers trembled as she tried to send the message, Abby began to think of multiple reasons not to send the message, she didn't know why but her fingers were shaking uncontrollably. "Could it be fear?" She thought.

"I can't continue to take part in killing people anymore. I just want to attend college and pursue my dream career "

Abby paused, afraid to type any further. Should she summon the courage to send this message? But before she could make a choice, her trembling finger mistakenly clicked on the send button.

  "Shit!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing loudly through the cabin, waking the guy seated across from her from his sleep.

  "Keep it down, okay?" he said rudely, his face forming a frown as he covered his eyes with an eye mask. Abby rolled her eyes in annoyance but decided not to speak further. "Asshole," she said, her voice almost loud. her words subsided into the cool atmosphere as the rude guy resumed his slumber, without giving her anger a second thought.

  Abby Maddox, commonly known as Serial 15, on the brink of turning 18 in the coming month, had reached her breaking point. She was exhausted from being her father's accomplice, a cold-blooded serial killer. Her father, Mick Maddox, was well known to be one of the most feared and notorious Men on the planet.

  Raised single-handedly by Mick after her mother escaped from a life of domestic violence, Abby had endured a childhood marked by privacy and darkness. She had enjoyed it but seeing that her younger sister, Mitchell might embrace that life as well, she decided that any change would start from her.

     In addition to that, the love of art and the beauty of nature had slowly pulled Abby away from the dark world of killing. The more she immersed herself in the creative realms, the stronger her desire grew to leave behind the life she had known. 

  Abby's heart raced with uncertainty as she thought of how her father would react to the message she had sent. Breaking the SIM card used to send the message to her father was a symbolic act, breaking the ties that bound her to the dark past she wished to escape. She left the other SIM card, so she could be connected to her eight-year-old sister Mitchell. She was ready to embrace and embark on a new life in the vibrant city of Las Vegas.

  With her sights set on a fresh start, Abby had applied to study Literature and Art at the University of Nevada The thought of getting deeper into the world of creativity, surrounded by reasonable and Normal people, filled her with both excitement and nervous anticipation. 

   Just as Abby was lost in her thoughts, her phone beeped loudly, startling the guy she had mistakenly woken up earlier. He grumbled with frustration, his annoyance grew as it was evident in his voice. "Keep the fuck down, young lady," he snapped. Shocked by his rude response, Abby merely hissed in response, refusing to give him any form of apology.

  Curiosity took the better of Abby, as she reached for her phone to check the message. A smile formed on her lips as she read the name of the sender—Amara, her best friend and former partner in crime. Amara, who had managed to escape with Mick's money, had been on the run ever since, well aware that if she were caught, she would be killed immediately, and her head would be presented to Mick on a silver plate.

    The mere thought of such a tragic consequence sent shivers down Abby's spine because she had stolen her father's money as well. The risks they had taken were huge, and the hunger to be free from the clutches of her father was quite the risk or so she thought. At least Amara was still out there, surviving against all odds, maybe she would.