All Chapters of Fake Hearts On Ice: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Congratulations.” The doctor said in her white coat, hands on her desk, fingers on her keyboard. Her smile was so bright so calm, so put together, it was disturbing. Besides me was Lila, hands clasped together. Her throat bobbed, her eyes shone so bright, the brightest they have been since she began living with me. Is she happy because I will be able to walk again? Or is she happy because she will leave me now? There would be no reason for us to share a room again. The thought of that infuriated me. My fist tightened around the handle of my wheelchair, my jaw set, and I could feel his heat burning in my chest. I was livid. I hate this atmosphere, I hate the doctor for smiling and sharing this news. I hate that Lila is excited about it. “The physical therapy worked. Although he will still need to use the wheelchair, Mr. Jake should be able to walk on his own at least around the house. I’d recommend getting a walking stick to aid his walking. Congratulations again, I must say, Mis

Hiding something from me? Jake? “The truth is … we all know Jake and he doesn’t have that good reputation. So we were just … worried about you because you deserve better.” Sandra muttered, I could see the way her fingers moved around her pen. It was a lot for her to voice those words. Her eyes showed that she was worried. But it wasn’t just hers. It was all of them. Every single one of them sitting in that room with me had that same look on their faces. Why can’t I defend him? My eyes flickered, words got caught in my throat. “Thanks.” I said, “We should … we should get back to the project.” I said, because no other words could come out. I defended Jake before my brother, before my best friend, before the man I liked, Ethan. I figured they didn’t trust me to make good and important judgments. I figured they were too blind to see that I was also a grown-up like that. That they didn’t want me to spread my wings and meet new people and fall in love with someone I choose. I figure

I looked around and noticed it was missing. Where was it? I remembered placing it on the table. So why can’t I find it? I need to leave for class soon. James and the others would probably already be texting. Why can’t I find my phone? “What are you looking for?” His voice was like the thunder on a rainy day, scaring the shit out of me. I jumped back in fear, eyes found him standing by the door. Sweet, calm, loving, and affectionate to the core. “Lila.” His sweet calm voice snapped me out of my thoughts. His brows furrowed, bewildered, he took a step forward and I took another step backwards. Eyes widened, wanting to stay the hell away from him. My face still stings. “Are you okay? You look… worried. Tell me what you are looking for, I’ll help you find it.” He offered, taking a few more steps into the room. Before even hearing me out, he began looking around. His thick veiny hands dragged over the bed, the table. Each step he took that mistakenly branched towards me caused me t

My eyes slowly unfurled. Locking the ceiling of the bedroom. My head ached, it ached so much like I had hit my head against something. My hands moved slowly until my palm collided with my head. I gently stroked it. When did I fall asleep? I lifted my body off the bed, groaning as I dragged my feet on the floor. The last thing I recalled was eating with Jake before I realized… he drugged my tea. Instantly I froze. Looking down on my body, searching for any mark, any sign of force but there was none. I took a sharp deep breath, leaning against the wall. My hands were trembling. The thought of him coming on me while I was unconscious sent shivers down my spine, making me want to puke. At least he still has some decency left in him. How long was I asleep for? My eyes dart around the room, still no signs of my phone but my eyes caught sight of the curtain, the cool breeze, chilly like monsters were roaming around. The sun was down. The sky was dark. I had slept for hours. That basta

The season was over. It was a great game, we almost lost because Mason and I couldn't get our heads on straight. Lila had been on our mind. “Do you think I was too strict? That I should have been more lenient?” he asked, his voice broke as he clenched to his glass of whiskey, hands on his knees, head bowed. I sighed. I didn't need to speak for him to know the answer to that question. It was a question that didn't require an answer. The answer was as clear as day. “I should text her,” he said, the same thing he had been saying for the last five weeks since he realised how much he missed his baby sister, whom he angrily cut off because she moved in with her boyfriend. “You should,” I said to him, hands on my phone, my eyes glued to her name on my contact board. My hands are moving all over the screen. I keep asking him to text her but here I am staring at her name unable to hit the button. To call her and check on her. I keep wondering if she would respond to my text. After all,