The door swung open and a tall teenager stepped into the appartment, his shadow joining the surrounding darkness. The boy reached out and found the light switch, turning the lights on. He looked around, rather out of reflex than because he wanted to see the room, for he knew the place very well, maybe even better than he would of have wanted. The room he had stepped into was a small living room, or more like what should have been the living room. The bare walls, dirty white, looked sinister without anything on them. There was no rug on the floor, just dust and a couple of thrown books and there was not much furniture, except a chair and a table.

And there, in a corner of the room, sat a young girl who was as old as the boy. Her body seemed so small and frail that it might break any minute and her skin was so pale that it almost looked grey and it contrasted a lot with her black, long hair that covered a big part of her face, but that still left her emerald eyes visible. The girl had been crying, the newcomer could tell by the traces that the tears had left on her cheeks and he felt such an urge to reconfort her that he closed the door briskly and hurried over to her.

He sat next to her, he brushed her hair out of her face and he whispered in her ear:

“I’m back.”

“Jack,” she said in a raspy voice, but didn’t look up. “You left me here alone again.”

“Yes, I’m sorry Annie, but I have to find us some food, right?” And as he said that, he showed her the plastic bag full of food he carried. Annie looked down at the bag and took it from his hands, a shadow of a smile on her thin, colourless lips. Food. That was something she hadn’t seen in three days. Without a word, she took a bag of chips and tore it open with trembling fingers. Jack kept staring at her, smiling, as she was eating. Only ten minutes later, when she had finished, did she speak.

“I imagine you stole all of this?” she inquired, looking at him for the first time. Her eyes cold eyes seemed to lose a bit of their colour as she glared at him.

 He nodded, his smile turning into a faint frown. “I had to. We have no money.”

The girl nodded too and looked down. “And what if you had been caught? What if you went in jail and the Trustfuls found us? Can you imagine what would happen? Well? Can you?!” Her voice became histeric as she clutched his T-shirt and shook it. “We are Liars, Jack, and if we get caught, we will be killed for treason! We can’t allow ourselves to be found! Oh, what are we going to do?” She lowered her voice, let go of Jack and sobbed.

Jack didn’t know what to say. He knew the danger they were in as well as she did, but nor him or she could do much about it. They were wanted for treason, because they had given out the secret of the Trustfuls’ hideout to the Liars. Because of them, the Trustfuls’ had been ambushed and treason wasn’t really accepted by the Trustfuls. Jack felt a little bad about what they had did, but their mission wasn’t over. They still had to find the Book that would finally make the Liars win their battle against the Trustfuls.

“Jack, I can’t do it” Annie whispered in a low voice. “We can’t go steal the Book, it’s too dangerous, they’re going to find us!”

“What we can’t do it’s abandon now” he replied sternly. “Don’t you remember? They said they would give us protection if we do it. Besides, we’re doing it tonight. I already promised the Lord that we would be there and if we don’t go, the Liars will be after us too.”

Annie shivered as she stared into Jack’s cold violet eyes. She saw an evil look in them that made her shreak.