Novels by Heylee

Chapter 5The girl in the mirrorRoselyn Scarlet’s POV (Elena’s Mother)Just as we sat down in the doctor’s office."Doctor, what is wrong with our daughter?" my husband asked, with fear written all over his face while I sat in tears."Please calm down sir," the doctor said. "Elena has been diagnosed with short-term memory loss. But with her family and friends around, her memory will likely return in a short time. Let’s stay hopeful."I almost fell from my seat, but the firm grip of my husband held me in place."What can we do quickly to help restore her memory?" my husband asked.“Show her old photos and videos,” the doctor replied gently. “Keep her around familiar voices and places. Just being with you, hearing your voices—it matters more than you think. And if she has close friends from school, seeing them might help too.”“Thank you doctor” my husband responded, as he helped me up and we walked out of the doctors office.***I thought I would never have to experience pain again af

Chapter 4A Collision of FateTessa’s POV“You called me, sir,” I said.“Yes,” Mr. Tibi smiled gently.“How’s preparation for the competition going?”“Fine, sir.”He had told me about the competition two months ago and gave me study materials, which I went through every night after work. I wanted nothing more than to win. He said if our school came first, I’d get a full scholarship to one of the best colleges in America, and that that thought alone pushed me to study even harder.“There’s a new development. Each school must now send two representatives.”“Oh really? That’s great news.”“Yes. You’ll be going with Jessica since she’s the second-best student.”“Alright, sir,” I replied, hiding how uneasy I felt.I didn’t trust Jessica. A few days ago, she lied to her boyfriend, claiming I reported them for kissing behind the school. He believed her, and he beat me to a pulp.“The competition is in seven days. Your flights are already booked,” he continued. “Mr. Wilson and Miss Rachel wi

Chapter 3Behind the scarTessa’s POVI woke up in a clinic, the white lights stung my eyes for a moment before I saw Catherine sitting beside me.“Hey, Catherine,” I said, as she rushed to hold my hands. “What happened?”“You collapsed, Tessa. You fainted right in the middle of the restaurant. How are you feeling now?” she asked, with a concerned look. “You really need to rest.”Just then, the door slammed open. It was our manager.“Just know there’s no salary for you this month!” he barked, not even asking if I was okay. “The hospital bills and the food you spoiled, it's all coming out of your pay.”He didn’t wait for a reply, with a huff, he turned and walked out. Catherine stayed for a while, then left too when she saw I needed rest.Left alone, I stared at the ceiling, tears slowly slipping down the corners of my eyes. How was I supposed to survive the next month with no money?I lost both of my parents when I was little. My mom died when I was two, and my dad followed just thre

Chapter 2 Scars they can’t seeTessa’s POVA rural area in West Virginia. A slap across my face sent me crashing to the floor again.“How dare you report us?” Jimmy growled, standing over me. My cheek stung as I held it, trying to get up.“Report who?” I winced in pain, confused.He slapped me again — harder this time — blurring my vision.Jimmy was one of the most feared boys in our class, big, mean, and always surrounded by people too scared to challenge him. Even teachers walked on eggshells around him and I once overheard someone whisper that he was part of a cult group outside school.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said weakly, still holding my throbbing cheek.Standing next to him was his ever-present friend Ben and his girlfriend Jessica, who was glaring at me with triumph in her eyes while Ben grinned like he was enjoying every second of what was happening.Jessica smirked as she stepped forward with her arms folded.“She’s lying, Jimmy,” she said sharply. “She

Chapter 1Crashing Into FreedomElena Scarlet’s POV“Mum, I’m not getting engaged to that boy! I don’t even like him!” I snapped, folding my arms, with disgust written all over my face.She hadn’t even let me change out of my school uniform before dropping the bomb that I had an official meetup scheduled—with Adrian—that weekend.“Elena,” she said gently, “you know we’ve been family friends since before you were born. Adrian’s mum and I made that promise when she was pregnant. It would mean the world to me if you honored it.”She gave me that pleading gaze—the one that always caved me into doing whatever she wanted. But not today.“I don’t care what promise you made, Mum. I’m not getting engaged to Adrian, and that’s on period!” My words came out louder than I intended, fueled by the anger building in my chest.“You do not talk to your mother like that!” my dad’s voice rang angrily from the doorway. He had just walked in and looked furious.My heart skipped; he had never shouted at m