Lahat ng Kabanata ng TORN BETWEEN THE THREE: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: A FALLEN HERODORIAN'S POV “Brother,” he said as he stretched his arms forth for a hug. He looked almost the same as he did years ago. He had a smile on his face that I remember only slightly. His face hardly changed, it just got longer, more mature, like a older Max, like if he was actually given the opportunity to grow up into himself, life if he wasn't snatched away from us by death.Oh goodness how is this even possible! How does he looked almost the exact same! How does his voice sound the same except that its child-ish glint has been replaced with a much more mature baritone! Even his expression, his stance, his face, his eyes! How is this even possible!“i have waited for this moment for years. I have imagined how it will feel like to re-unite with my family again.” His mouth cracked into a smile as his voice reverberated through the large abyss that was the room.It carried through the air like sounds in an echo chamber, like wind rustling through the wood

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: NOT THE ENEMY DORIAN'S POV “Get away from me!” “You are not real! You're just in my mind. I'm going crazy, I'm really really going crazy,” I laughed hysterically to myself. This has to be some sort of sick joke, maybe my mind is playing a trick on me, maybe…yes…it makes sense now this is just a response to trauma that the bullet had caused to my skin Yes! Exactly! This is my body's response to the pain, my mind is just conjuring things, making me see my dead older brother.I laughed, throwing my hands in the air. Funny, very funny mind.“Why are you laughing? Do I look funny?” His brows furrowed, a quizzical look stayed on his face. What the fuck?! He is still here? Mind, is it not time for you to make him disappear? Is it not time me to realize that I have been talking to someone imaginary. An illusion only lasts a few seconds so why is this one still here.I stared at him in shock…or is this real?“How are you Alive? You died, we buried you so how? How is th

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: JUSTIN?DORIAN'S POV “What?” My eyes widened in shock, it felt like the room was still, like I was the only one moving. It felt like my whole world; the whole room was spinning around me and I could do absolutely nothing to stop it. “What Max is going to do to him?”“To Justin?”Anora said nothing, her face showed signs of her regretting ever saying anything. She cursed quietly. Everything angered me, I did my best to calm down. I tried to remind myself that it is not her fault, she is under Max's thumb, she has no choice but to stay quiet.I tried to make all these excuses for her, to justify her not telling me anything more. I tried to justify this, to soothe my anger, to get myself to calm down but nothing worked.She has the answers! She has the fucking keys that can get us out of here! She can set us free, she can help us return to our normal lives but she chooses to stay quiet! No matter how much I tried to justify her silence, I couldn't.“Where the fuck i

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: WEIRD ONE.RHEA POVCassian and I sat together in silence. It was a comfortable kind of silence, one that held no awkwardness or weirdness. We just sat side by side with each other, with each of us alone with our thoughts. My thoughts lingered around him, I wondered about him life; what does it feel like to be Cassian Ashford, the middle child of the triplet heirs? How was his childhood like? How did it feel to be groomed all his life to eventually take over his father's throne? Did he ever feel some kind of way when the media outlets would point out that he was the most favored one amongst his siblings? That he was his father's favorite, the obvious pick for the throne's continuity?I wondered how different his life must have been to mine. My life although riddled with suffering and rejection was not all that bad, I still had the safety of my unbounded imagination to keep me safe.When I was stuck as a slave at aunty Judi's house, when I watched her feed her chi

CHAPTER FORTY: BROKEN DORIAN'S POV “I cannot take it anymore,” she cried, I stared at her in shock, not sure what to do. I am usually awkward around people crying, it makes me fold up, it makes me freeze, not sure why. I stood next to her there in the corridor, unsure of what to do, unsure of whether to bolt or pull her close. The knot in my throat, the resolved trauma from my childhood that laid at the pit of my stomach yelled at me to run away as fast as I can, to avoid any potential contact with her, to exist stage left and never have to deal with the uneven murky ground that is emotion.For the first time in aong time, I ignored this voice, I swallowed the uncomfortable knot in my throat, I bit down the knot that had settled in the pit of my stomach.“Come ‘ere” my face widened into a smile that I hoped with hide my discomfort. I hope the levity that was aced into my tone and words would cloak my awkwardness and would make me seem like every other normal person who doesn't get a