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#68: Until Then
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2026-07-08 01:04:14
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SIR #68: Until Then
The door closes behind me and Zeke is out of the car before I have fully registered the act.I turn in my seat and watch him through the window. He walks to the curb where Eli is still standing, and I grip the door handle because I genuinely cannot tell from Zeke’s posture whether this is going to stay verbal, and I am prepared to get back out of this car if it doesn’t.Zeke stops in front of Eli and they just look at each other for a moment, each man sizing the other up.Zeke says something I cannot hear through the glass, and Eli’s face does not change. He just holds the look, steady and entirely still, and after a moment Zeke turns and comes back to the car, gets in and closes the door with a force that communicates everything he has decided not to say with his fists.He doesn’t look at me in the mirror as he starts the engine.I look back through the rear window as we pull away. Eli is still standing on the pavement with his hands in his jacket pockets, watching the car. I fa
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We walk in silence for the first few minutes after the gunshot sound or whatever it was. My neck still aches from Emilia’s grip and my head throbs where it hit the ground. I keep my eyes on the pavement ahead with my phone in my hand and my pride entirely intact, which is the only one of those three things I have full control over right now.Every step feels heavier than the last. I am embarrassed. I am heartbroken. I am furious that I’m stuck here with the one person I hate most and yet is still the only one who make me feel safe in the middle of all this mess. I am ashamed that I almost died on his porch and he had to pull his own mother off me. I am confused after meeting Emilia. I am beginning to doubt my father. I am exhausted.And most of all… I am very fucking angry.“Keep holding your phone that hard and you might crack the screen,” Eli says from beside me.“I’m getting a ride.”“You said that four minutes ago.”“Well, that’s cause I haven’t been able to find one yet,
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Eli walks slowly out of the coffee shop, the brochure still burning a hole in his pocket. He looks up at the road and pauses, weighing his options.Left would take him toward the gym where he has a training session today. He just started the job and cannot risk showing up late. Right would take him home. His mother has been on his mind since he left her earlier. He decides to head home for a quick check on her. The gym can wait a little longer. As he walks, his hand brushes against the brochure in his pocket. He pulls it out and stares at it again.Who is that woman Selene really? What could she possibly want from him? He does not believe the story of a random scholarship offer for a second. His grades are decent but nothing that would make a school in another state chase him down after an expulsion. There must be something else behind it. He folds the brochure and slips it back into his pocket, his mind still turning the questions over as he turns the corner onto his street.
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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
SIR #64: House Call
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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