LOGINI sit on the edge of Lucy's bed long after she falls back asleep, her small hand still curled around mine. The room is dark except for the faint glow of the nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. I stare at it, thinking about how everything I thought I could control is slipping through my fingers.
My husband pulled a gun on me and my ex husband yesterday. My daughter was threatened at her school during recess. The freaking mafia are after me for a ledger I have no idea about. My liThe footsteps are not slowing down.I have approximately three seconds to make a decision, and the decisions available to me are: stand here holding a stolen photograph in my father’s study – which I’m not supposed to be in – like a complete amateur, or hide. Quickly.I scramble towards the desk as fast as I can just as the steps stop just outside the door.Urgh, this is so undignified, I think as I tuck my legs together under me.The space is smaller than it looks from the outside and I have to pull my knees up and angle my shoulders sideways. I catch my elbow on the wood in a way that will bruise, but I am fully underneath it and out of the immediate sightline of the door by the time the handle turns. I press myself against the back panel and breathe through my nose and try to stay as silent as I can while my heart tries to beat right through my chest.“Please be someone else,” I whisper a quick prayer. “Literally anyone else. Even bigfoot would be a wonderful surprise.”But o
The alarm goes off at six and Elias is already awake.He lies there for a moment listening to it, then reaches over and turns it off, and then lies there for another moment while the habit of the morning reassembles itself in his body.His eyes open to the familiar crack in the ceiling of his old apartment, and for a moment everything feels normal. Then the weight of the last few weeks crashes down on him. No uniform hanging on the chair. No early bus to catch. No Lucia waiting at the end of the hallway with that flirty look she gives him when no one’s looking. He was expelled yesterday and for the first time in a while, his life holds no purpose.He sits up slowly, careful of the healing wound in his chest, swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands, moving through the small space on autopilot.His mother’s door is still shut. She sleeps late on the days after her bad nights, and last night was a bad night, he heard her through the wall at two in the morning, moving ar
I have the cab drop me four blocks from the house.It is probably excessive, but my father has cameras on the main gate and a standing arrangement with the security team to flag unscheduled vehicle arrivals, and I did not sneak out of school in the middle of a Tuesday to get caught in the driveway.The afternoon sun feels too bright on my skin, and every passing car makes me tense, like someone might recognize me and wonder why I am not at school. I pull my blazer a little tighter around me and keep my pace steady, not too fast, not too slow. Just another girl taking a long way home. Nothing to see here.I count it as a win when I reach the side entrance without triggering anything.The house is quiet like it always is in the afternoons when the kitchen staff have their overlap break and my mother is at her standing lunch with the charitable foundation board and Marcus runs his weekly perimeter debrief with the external team. My heart is beating harder than it should for a simple
A/N: Hi guys Whew. Writing these last few chapters has felt a lot like repeatedly stabbing myself in the eye with a blunt toothpick. Eli and Lucia are my babies, and I have been dragging them through the trenches lately Eli got exposed and expelled. Lucia lost her friends, and both of them got their hearts ripped out while everything else was falling apart around them. It's been a rough week for everybody involved, especially me :( But now I need to know... Do you think Eli deserved what happened? Should Lucia ever forgive him? Should Eli come back to the Reid house? And most importantly... What exactly do you think David is hiding? 👀 Drop your thoughts, theories, predictions, angry rants, emotional support speeches, and conspiracy theories in the comments because I genuinely want to hear them. For now though... Enjoy, sinners ~ The hallway feels different without him in it. I noticed it the moment I walked through the main entrance this morning, this low, ambient
Elias presses his forehead against the bus’s cold glass as he retraces the last fourteen days. He spent his two-week medical leave in a cramped, damp apartment waiting to heal, all while the memory of Lucia slamming her bedroom door on his face played an endless loop in his head.He wonders how she’s managing, though. He knows she’s too stubborn to let the world see her break, but he can’t help but worry about her, given everything he’s put her through lately. He checks the black brace beneath his uniform trousers as he admits to himself that he deserves every bit of the silent treatment she’s dishing out.He probably also deserves the bullet her father chose not to fire.The bus screeches to a halt across from Westerfield Academy gates. He tries to recall if the school always looked this intimidating all the times he took the bus before. He steps down onto the pavement, his left leg aching still slightly aching even through the piles of pain meds he shoved down his throat this mornin
“We need to get her into therapy, David,” my mother’s voice drifts up the hallway as I make my way downstairs in the morning . “I think she needs professional help. Since she got back, she’s not eating properly, she doesn’t speak to anyone and she barely leaves her room.” I pause on the bottom step, leaning my head against the cool molding, listening to my parents’ voices as they construct a fortress of clinical solutions around my life.“Don’t you think it’s a little extreme, though?” Dad argues. “Maybe she just needs a little time to come to terms with what happened. Besides, you know your daughter very well. She won’t easily agree to this.”“That’s exactly the problem!” Mom’s whisper is slightly raised now. “She agrees with everything these days. ‘Are you hungry?’ ‘Yes Mom’. ‘Are you skipping school today?’ ‘Yes Dad’. ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ Yes yes yes! It’s almost like she’s operating on autopilot and that is not the daughter we raised!” A brief pause. “What if they… Davi
Lucy kicks off her sneakers the moment we cross the threshold, leaving them in a haphazard pile by the coat closet. She’s already halfway down the hall before I can remind her to hang her coat. “Daddy!” she calls, sprinting toward him with her arms wide. Vincent is in the livi
“You’re pregnant.” The word echoed loudly in my head as I tried to pinch myself awake. It took a while for my brain to fully process what the words actually meant. Finally, it did. “That’s not possible,” I said quietly. She folded he
“I swear to god.” David mutters angrily as I pull back in surprise from him, looking towards the hallway instead of focusing on him. “I’ll get them to leave.” He marches to the door, not caring that he is only in his boxers. It is probably Marcus or Theo, coming with something unnecessa
The sound of gunfire still rings in my ears long after the echo dies. Rhys moves fast. Faster than my brain can catch up with. One second the gun is pressed to my forehead and I am staring down the end of every bad decision I have ever made, and the next second Maya is flying backward, her body sl







