I slept with my bully. What have I done?

Emily’s POV — The Morning AfterI didn’t wake up gently.There was no hazy drift from dream to reality, no soft stretch beneath warm blankets or peaceful blink into the morning light.I woke up like my body suddenly remembered something my mind hadn’t caught up to yet — every nerve jolting awake at once, my heart pounding before I even fully opened my eyes.For a split second, everything felt suspended.The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan and the distant ticking of a hallway clock.The window curtains were only half-closed, and a pale strip of early-morning light cut across the carpet. I didn’t recognize the ceiling. Or the faint smell of laundry detergent that wasn’t mine. Or the heavy stillness of the air.And then I felt it.The warmth next to me.A body.Not mine.My chest tightened, breath catching halfway in my throat. Slowly, like I already knew what I was about to see but still wasn’t ready to face it, I turned my head.My heart dropped.Jake.He wa

Pushing her away

Jake’s POVThe bell finally rang, buzzing through the room like a release valve, and I was out of my seat before the sound even faded. I couldn’t stand being trapped in that classroom another second. The walls felt too close lately… like everything was closing in on me.I slipped into the hallway, pushing through clusters of laughing students. Everyone was talking about weekend plans, parties, normal stuff. I felt like I was moving through some other reality — watching life happen from behind glass while I stood on the outside.“Hey, Jake!”I knew the voice before I turned. Ryan. Of course.He hadn’t been at school the past couple of days, which honestly had been a relief. Now here he was, jogging up beside me.His eyes went wide the second he saw my face.“What happened to you, man?”I clenched my jaw. “Just a little incident.”I tried shrugging it off like it was nothing, like I hadn’t woken up this morning still aching everywhere. Like the bruises didn’t burn every time I took a

My Sanctuary

Jake’s POV —The metal of the car door felt cold against my back as I leaned into it, the chill cutting through the heat twisting in my chest.The night air smelled like asphalt and rain, but it did nothing to clear my head. Everything inside me felt tangled — anger, guilt, pressure, loneliness — all knotted too tight to pull apart.People always said I didn’t care about anything.Funny thing was… I cared too much.That was the problem.It was easier to pretend I didn’t. Easier to act like the reckless screw-up. The fighter. The one who didn’t feel anything deeply enough to bleed from it.Easier to be the monster than risk being the boy who could get hurt.I stared at the cracked pavement beneath my shoes, gravel shifting under my sneakers as I nudged a stone with my toe. It bounced away and disappeared into the shadows.Just like everything else.The memories from the night before replayed whether I wanted them to or not — fists, shouting, adrenaline, heat in my veins that felt like

The Lie I Couldn’t Tell

Emily’s POV —The parking lot lights blurred through my tears as I drove, my chest tight, my hands trembling around the steering wheel. I didn’t even know where I was going — I just needed to get away. Away from Jake’s voice. Away from those words. Away from the way my heart shattered and kept beating anyway.We’re not friends… it meant nothing… I was drunk…I swallowed hard, the echo of his voice still vibrating in my skull.He didn’t mean it.He had to be lying.Right?I pulled into the side street near Sarah’s aunt’s house and put the car in park, but I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My forehead fell against the steering wheel as tears finally spilled over again, burning.“Get it together,” I whispered to myself. “Just… breathe.”A sharp knock on my window made me jump.I gasped, wiping at my face quickly.Sarah stood there, arms crossed, worry etched across her expression.I rolled the window down slowly.“Emily?” she asked, her voice tight. “Where the hell did you go last night

I Froze

Jake’s POV — The House I Shouldn’t Have Walked IntoThe metal of the car door felt cold against my back as I leaned into it, the chill cutting through the heat twisting in my chest. The night air smelled like asphalt and rain, but it did nothing to clear my head. Everything inside me felt tangled — anger, guilt, pressure, loneliness — all knotted too tight to pull apart.People always said I didn’t care about anything.Funny thing was… I cared too much.That was the problem.It was easier to pretend I didn’t. Easier to act like the reckless screw-up. The fighter. The one who didn’t feel anything deeply enough to bleed from it.Easier to be the monster than risk being the boy who could get hurt.I stared at the cracked pavement beneath my shoes, gravel shifting under my sneakers as I nudged a stone with my toe. It bounced away and disappeared into the shadows.Just like everything else.The memories from the night before replayed whether I wanted them to or not — fists, shouting, adrena

All Chapters of Marked By My Best friend’s Twin Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

I slept with my bully. What have I done?

Pushing her away

My Sanctuary

The Lie I Couldn’t Tell

I Froze