Romane von Excellent Enoch

Rory's POVI snatched the paper out of his hand and shoved it behind my back, “Don't meddle in my business! Stay out of it! Just stay out of my life!”“Your business?!” he roared, his face turning an ugly purple as he stepped so close I could smell the sour gin radiating off his breath.“You live in MY house! You eat MY food! I have every damn right to know what kind of shameful garbage you're dragging through my front door!”His hand flew back, ready to hit me again, but I didn't pull back this time.I took a step forward, tilting my chin straight up, my eyes burning into his with fury I didn't even know I possessed. “Go on,” I whispered, my voice shaking so hard my teeth clicked together. “Hit me. Do it. Hit me right now! See what happens this time!”His arm froze in mid-air, his hand twitching. For the first time in twenty-two years, I saw a tiny flicker of hesitation in his eyes. I was so fucking done with him.“You think I'm scared of you?” I spat, wiping a stray tear off my che

Walter's POV“Thirty seconds left on the clock in the third period! The Knights are tied two-two with the Vipers! Walter Waters is bringing the puck up the left wing, looking for an opening, looking for a miracle!”The announcer’s voice bounced off the plexiglass, distorted by the static of the arena speakers.I hated many things here, but most of all, I hated the crowd.I didn't give two fucks about the fans. I didn't care about the silver trophy sitting on a table near the bench, or the scouts scribbling notes in their VIP boxes.I only cared about one person sitting in section 102, row four.I stole a half-second glance toward the glass as I crossed the blue line. My mother was standing up, her hands pressed flat against her coat, her eyes locked on me.She looked so fragile under the stadium lights, but her face was filled with a look so bright, so… proud, that it made something uncomfortable twist in my chest.She had sacrificed every dollar, every night of decent sleep, and what

RORY'S POV“So, Miss... Gilmore.”The woman sitting across from me said, tapping her French-manicured acrylics against her pristine iPad. She was wearing a crisp cream suit that probably cost more than my entire existence. “You've detailed your academic background, but looking at your practical experience, I'm just not seeing the alignment we need for a fast-paced environment like ours.”I smoothed down the front of my blazer for the forty-seventh time.This was job interview number four this week, the previous three had ended in various shades of polite rejection letters. My legs were shaking under the glass table, but I forced my spine straight, plastering on the fakest, most eager smile known to mankind.I was so exhausted, ever since that night…my head had felt like a house that caught fire and nobody bothered to put it out. I hadn't slept properly in three weeks but I needed this job. I needed to pay rent, I needed to prove to my father that his worthless daughter could survive w

RORY'S POV“You're a disgrace to this entire bloodline, you know that?”“You just say that because you're embarrassed of yourself father!” I spat back, refusing to let his words beat me down like it always did.“Just like your mother, useless, ungrateful and incapable of holding your life together for even five minutes!”“Good, because I never asked to be part of your stupid lineage anyway! I didn't ask to be born into this house!”I slammed the front door so hard the glass pane rattled, half hoping the whole frame would just cave in and crush us both. That would've been a great plot twist for graduation night.I stood on the porch for a second, breathing in hot air and swallowing down that dirty taste you get in your mouth when you've been screaming at the top of your lungs. My eyes were burning, but I refused to cry because crying makes my nose swell up and I had spent forty-five minutes doing my eyeliner.Prioritization is key.It was supposed to be my night, the whole point of get