Mag-log inEli's POVThe days following my accident were extreme difficult. The hospital room became my entire world, a small, white box that protected me from the outside world.The sun would rise and set outside the narrow window, but inside, nothing changed except the level of bitterness rotting away in my gut. Every morning, the physical therapy staff would wheel a metal walker into my room, offering fake, cheerful smiles as they asked me to practice shifting my weight or sitting up on the edge of the mattress. I turned my head to the wall and ignored them until they gave up and left.When Marcus or Jay brought the guys from the hockey team by, I didn't look at them. They would stand around the foot of my bed, shifting their weight from one foot to the other, talking in loud, forced voices about the upcoming weekend games or the latest campus gossip. They looked at the flat left side of my blanket with wide, terrified eyes, treating me like a ghost before I was even dead. I didn't say a sing
Kassidy's POVOne hour later, the tires of the rideshare car crunched loudly against the gravel driveway of Oakwood Cemetery, located in Mankato, just one town over from where Minnesota State University was located. I paid the driver and stepped out, pulling my black shawl tightly around my shoulders. The grass was dead and covered in patches of dirty, melting snow. I looked toward the open plot on the hillside, expecting a massive crowd. But only what appeared to be Luca's immediate family (which was just a cluster of sobbing people) a priest, some reporters, and maybe three or four other random people stood near the edge of the grave. Luca had been popular, the kind of guy who always had people around him at parties, but now that the truth about his actions had exposed him, it seemed that everyone on the campus had abandoned him.I walked slowly up the incline, keeping my distance as I stood behind a large marble headstone. The wind whistled through the bare trees, carrying the so
Kassidy's POVI had cried myself to sleep on the chair in Eli's hospital room. The uncomfortable vinyl seat offered no real support, forcing me into an awkward, cramped position against the corner of the wall. The morning sun was just beginning to peek through the blinds, some of it spilling against my face. I lifted my head, my neck cracking painfully as I extended my arms to shake off the stiffness in my joints. The moment my vision cleared, I realised where I really was.I looked at the bed.Eli was still under the white sheet, his face still bruised and swollen from the impact of the shattered windshield. My gaze drifted downward, inevitably stopping at the left side of the mattress where the blanket flatlined below the knee. Then a wave of grief pressed down on me.It was so unfair! He had spent his entire life running from his father's shadow, trying to build a future for himself on the i
Eli's POVThe darkness didn't leave all at once. It pulled away slowly, like thick mud draining out of my head. I opened my eyes to an empty room, the blank white ceiling tiles coming into focus above me. A harsh, electronic beep split the quiet every few seconds, sounding distant. I tried to lift my head, but a blinding headache ripped from the base of my skull straight to my forehead, forcing me to drop back onto the stiff mattress with a loud gasp of agony.My whole body was in deep, throbbing pain. Every muscle felt like it had been pounded with a sledgehammer, and a sharp ache radiated from my left side down to my hip. I tried to blink away the grogginess, my vision blurry and swimming as I looked at the pale gray walls and the metal rails bordering the bed. I tried to talk, to ask where I was or what time it was, but my throat felt like it had been glued shut. I swallowed, but there was no moisture in my mouth, only the ferrous taste o
Kassidy's POVEli had texted me after the trial when I hadn’t expected it, apologized for not being able to come for the trial, and promised to see me back at home. I kept rereading that single message, my thumb tracing the short sentences. *I am so sorry I couldn't be there in the courtroom with you today. You were so brave. I'm driving back right now. I promise I will see you back at home tonight.*So, I waited up all night for him until I slept off. The clock on the nightstand ticked past midnight, then two in the morning, then four. Every little sound outside the window, every passing engine on the highway and footstep in the corridor, made me jump up to check the blinds. I kept on sending him text messages and calling his phone but he didn’t pick up.*Are you close?* I had texted at one in the morning. No reply.*Please call me when you get this, I'm getting worried,* I sent two hours later. The status remained unread.Eventually, exhaustion took over my body, and I drifted into
Eli's POVI wasn't in the courtroom on the day of the sentencing. I couldn't bring myself to sit there and watch the man who was my father get led away in chains. Instead, I spent that entire afternoon sitting in a dingy motel room three towns over, staring at a water stain on the ceiling while the hours ticked by. I knew Kassidy had had to face that court room alone, and that knowledge made me feel a heavy guilt in my gut. But the truth was, my presence would have only made it a media circus.The media attention surrounding the case was wearing me down to the bone. Every single day, reporters from the local papers and national news outlets were lurking around the edge of campus, their camera lenses tracking my every move. My phone was a constant, vibrating nightmare of missed calls and text messages from strangers, not to mention the interview requests from television producers who wanted me to play the part of the tragic son."Is it true your father paid off Miss Townsend's father?"
Eli's POVI predicted that my behaviour during the party some days ago would backfire. So, when I was called into the Coach's office after practice the next day, I went without question. I didn't even bother changing out of my practice gear, my heavy skates clacking loudly against the concrete step
Kassidy's POVThe familiar sight of our shared house didn't feel the same when I finally walked back through the front door. The doctors had run their final tests, flushed the remaining toxins out of my blood, and signed the discharge papers, but stepping back into regular life felt strange. I was
Kassidy's POVThe smell of sharp rubbing alcohol was the first thing that drifted into my senses. When I opened my eyes, I realized I was in a hospital. The ceiling above me was made of white industrial tiles, and a steady, rhythmic electronic beep hummed right next to my left ear. A thin plastic t
Kassidy's POVI resumed classes the next day, which was a Monday. I met Bree and Simone, who were very eager to see their results. The lecture hall was buzzing with the noise of students sliding into their wooden desks and unzipping their backpacks, but the only thing my two friends cared about was







