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#65: About Ten Seconds
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2026-07-04 23:47:41
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SIR #65: About Ten Seconds
The cab drops me two blocks away because I asked it to, which is a habit I have apparently developed, arriving places on foot from a distance so I can think myself into whatever comes next.What comes next is knocking on a stranger’s door and introducing myself as the daughter of the man she believes destroyed her life. I have thought through several versions of how this conversation might begin, and none of them are comfortable, but I keep arriving at the same conclusion, which is that Emilia Arden has been carrying a version of this story for twenty-two years and I need to hear it from her before I decide what I think about any of it.What I have not fully thought through is what happens if Eli is home.That possibility stops me halfway down the block, and I stand on the pavement with my school bag on one shoulder and consider it properly. If he answers the door, I don’t know what my heart will do.I have spent the past week trying to scrub the existence of Elias Arden from my
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The clock on the wall ticks louder than usual during last period. I keep glancing at it, counting down the minutes until the bell rings so I can get out of here.Emilia Arden has been on my mind all day. I need to talk to her. The problem is I have no idea where she lives. Eli once mentioned they stayed on the lower east side, not too far from the fair he took me to for my birthday, but that is all I have. I never asked for his address and he never offered it. I wonder what that says about the kind of person I was back then, the kind who could spend so much time with someone and never really know the basic things about his life. The bell finally rings and I grab my bag and head for the door with everyone else. Not like I have any plans to stick around for the next class anyway.As soon as we step into the hallway, the noise level rises and I see exactly why. My picture is plastered everywhere, my face staring back at me with the words LYING SLUT printed in bold letters across my l
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Eli stands in front of the small mirror in his room, buttoning a clean shirt he has not worn since his last day at Westbridge. The fabric feels stiff against his skin after weeks of old t-shirts and gym clothes. He runs a hand through his hair and checks the time on his phone. The woman on the phone yesterday had introduced herself simply as Selene and asked to meet at a quiet café across town. She had not given many details, but something in her voice made him agree. Now he wonders if he should have said no.A ragged cough echoes from his mother’s room down the short hallway. He pauses with his fingers on the last button. The sound comes again, deeper this time, like it hurts and continues for a while as he counts the seconds. When they finally stop, Eli walks to her door and pushes it open gently. His mother is lying in bed, propped against thin pillows, her face pale and drawn as the room smells of stale air and the faint medicinal tang of the pills on her nightstand.“Mom,” he say
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The 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 of
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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
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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
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