Can’t Win Me Back

The snow was falling heavily, and the chilling winds howled through the night.

Remy had no car, so he trudged through the snow alone, each step more exhausting than the last.

His thoughts were consumed with Alyssa—was she still alive? In danger? And Jasper's unrelenting resolve to reach her, even after being shot and drenched in blood.

Remy pressed his calloused, trembling hand to his chest.

His heart hammered in his ribcage erratically.

A sharp, searing pain shot through his temples, blurring his vision.

He collapsed to his knees in the snow, his body racked with agony.

The pain surged deep within him, and his eyes felt like they were going to burst from their sockets.

It was unbearable.

His breath came in ragged gasps.

His hands scrambled for the necklace hanging from his neck—inside it was a hidden medicine box.

Justin had told him that the medication in there could calm him down and relieve him of any pain.

It would be able to save his life.

But in his desperate haste, the pill slipped from his fingers and fell into the snow.

Remy's head buzzed.

Trembling, he searched frantically in the snow for it.

He had never felt such panic.

His headache was intensifying.

In order to relieve the agonizing pain, he removed his shirt and buried his scarred body in the snow, allowing the bone- piercing iciness to relieve him of his pain.

To his surprise, this method he tried randomly was effective! Slowly, he opened his bloodshot eyes.

still felt tight and his head throbbed, the pain was more

was as white as a

had just put his shirt back on when his

a look of

He hesitated for amoment.

phone to ring

his phone by

I heard that you called for

happen to you?" Sheryl's voice was emotionless as if she

flashed

answered, "Yeah, I lost my

to head back." Skeptically, Sheryl questioned, "You lost your car? What happened to it?" "Jasper stole it from me." Sheryl exclaimed in disbelief,

uttered a lie, which was something he had never

ask me to

his car to ruins and fought

my gun from me and shot me."

seemed to have

once the best soldier

was outstanding at

that Remy wasn't a

have left to go pick you

of your failure

explain yourself to Mr. Justin!" Upon

into the night, his

hand slowly

pure, white snow was stained with drops

result of the pain, Remy's forehead

of the

the contrary, he curled his lips

account to Mr. Justin." Dragging his badly wounded body, Jasper tagged along with Elias and the

Beckett, you really don't look very

sweat as if he had just gone fora

to us to search

Alyssa.

Mr. Lynch has informed her family