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The passing of time

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The heavy March rains finally stopped, leaving the mud to dry under a weak, pale spring sun. I woke up to the smell of browning butter and onions drifting up the stairs, a scent so jarringly domestic it felt like a hallucination. My stomach, shrunk from months of starvation rations, cramped violently at the aroma.

I slowly walked into the kitchen, wearing a faded gray hoodie of his, Lloyd was standing by the woodstove. He was chopping fresh garlic on the wooden table. A basket of actual grocer
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  • Boys Like Him   The end

    I drew in a long, unsteady breath, willing the memories to loosen their grip on me. They didn't disappear. They never quite did. But I had become better at recognising when the past was trying to pull me under, and, with considerable effort, I brought my attention back to the woman sitting across from me.Dr. Goldilock's eyes were glossy. "I managed to testify against him," I continued. "I stood in that courtroom, answered every question, listened to them read out the things he'd done to me, and watched them take him away after he was declared insane. And everyone seemed to think that was supposed to be the end of it."My fingers found the edge of my sleeve. "But it wasn't the end for me. I still don't feel normal, Doctor. I don't know what normal is supposed to feel like anymore. Some mornings, I wake up, and everything is fine. The sun is shining, and I can almost convince myself that I'm just another girl having an ordinary day. Then a door slams, or somebody raises their voice, o

  • Boys Like Him   August

    August arrived with a rare, stagnant Surrey heatwave that turned the air inside my old bedroom thick and heavy. The sash window was propped open with an old copy of a pastry textbook, but no breeze came through, only the distant, mocking drone of lawnmowers from the neighboring gardens and the oppressive scent of sun-baked asphalt.Downstairs, the house existed in a state of suspended animation. My mother had stopped going to work her entire life had shrunk to the perimeter of our kitchen, where she spent hours preparing meals I could barely swallow. My father sat in the study for days, the low, grave murmur of his voice bleeding through the floorboards as he spoke with detectives from the police station and the Crown Prosecution Service."Nyelle?"The door creaked open, and my brother stepped in. He held a small, plastic container of fresh blackberries, the fruit dark and shiny."I found these by the old railway track," he said, trying for a light, easy tone that cracked at the edges

  • Boys Like Him   July

    By July, the heat became heavy. "We're just going down to the salon for an hour," Mariah announced. She was adjusting her earrings in the hallway mirror. "You don't have to talk to anyone, El. You can sit in the back breakroom. I just want you to get some fresh air. The apartment is starting to smell like trapped dust."I sat on the edge of the sofa. The thought of stepping onto the asphalt, of being exposed beneath the open glare of the July sun, made my stomach violently churn."I can't, Mariah," I whispered.She stopped fixing her jewelry. Her shoulders dropped, a heavy, exhausted slump passing through her frame before she turned around. She walked over and knelt on the carpet."Nyelle, it's been over two months," she whispered softly, her fingers trembling as she reached out to rest her hands on my knees. "He's behind concrete walls. The lawyers are handling the depositions. Malik is breaking himself into pieces down at that rink because you won't even look at his messages. You'r

  • Boys Like Him   Unsafe yet safe

    The interior smelled aggressively of rubbing alcohol, burnt coffee, and the sharp, synthetic scent of plastic upholstery. Two paramedics in navy uniforms worked over me in a synchronized, silent dance as they cut away the mud-slicked sleeve. I lay perfectly still on the narrow stretcher, my bare feet sticking out from beneath a thermal blanket that felt like sandpaper against my skin."Trachea is midline. Laceration across the anterior neck is superficial, but it's close to the carotid," a female voice muttered above me. She was pressing a thick pad of gauze against my collarbone, her fingers smelling faintly of spearmint gum. "Pulse is ninety-eight. She's in deep shock. Look at her pupils."I didn't look at her. I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling. The side door of the ambulance rattled, and a heavy weight shifted onto the bench beside my stretcher.Malik.He sat in the cramped space, his large frame bent forward, his elbows resting on his knees. His knuckles were split open. A deep,

  • Boys Like Him   Rescue

    Lloyd was sitting at the kitchen table meticulously cleaning his basketball shoes with an old rag.A soft, rushing noise similar to an empty radio frequency or a distant waterfall broke through the silence. It came from a small, battery-operated weather radio Lloyd kept on the windowsill to track the mountain storms. "...repeating the description for residents in the tri-county area... gray sedan, older model..."He froze. Slowly, he turned his head toward the window."No," he whispered, his voice dropping into that frantic, rhythmic cadence I hadn't heard since the dead of winter. He stood up instantly. "Someone tampered with the file. Someone changed the code."A sudden, violent spike of adrenaline crashed through my chest, breaking through the numb fog that had kept me docile for weeks. My pulse began to hammer against my ribs."Nyelle," Lloyd snapped, turning his gaze onto me. He marched across the room, his large hand clamping around the back of my neck with a bruising grip. "Di

  • Boys Like Him   The passing of time

    The heavy March rains finally stopped, leaving the mud to dry under a weak, pale spring sun. I woke up to the smell of browning butter and onions drifting up the stairs, a scent so jarringly domestic it felt like a hallucination. My stomach, shrunk from months of starvation rations, cramped violently at the aroma. I slowly walked into the kitchen, wearing a faded gray hoodie of his, Lloyd was standing by the woodstove. He was chopping fresh garlic on the wooden table. A basket of actual groceries sat beside him on the counter, containing flour, eggs, a carton of milk, and a bundle of fresh herbs. He must have hiked out to his hidden vehicle in the dead of night to get them.He looked up, his eyes softening into a warm, crinkling smile that looked terrifyingly like the boy I had met at 2:07 a.m. in my DMs a year ago."Morning, Nyelle," he cooed, his voice entirely devoid of the jargon he'd been spouting all winter. "I figured you were tired of oatmeal. I'm making a rustic chicken fri

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