LOGINMarcella’s povI was trembling so badly I could feel my teeth rattling. I had no idea where my abductors were taking me. They carried me like a piece of cargo, one holding my legs and the others gripping my arms, taking me away in the street. I wondered if passerby didn’t see the way they carried me or maybe my abductors took a detour. Everywhere was so dark, all I could see was darkness, the only thing I could do was plead, hoping I won’t be harmed, but they remained silent till we got to a place. Suddenly, they halted and dropped me onto the floor, my heart dropped with me. I felt like I was going to die, what could they possibly do to me.“Please don’t hurt me…” the words came tumbling out my mouth. I’ll give you anything, anything at all just name it…I could even give you a blank Cheque, we that rich”. But all my pleas fell on deaf ears. I could hear footsteps, whispers, side talks but I couldn’t make out anything of the voices.I didn’t know where I was, my head couldn’t memoriz
Marcella’s povMorning arrived with a heavy irony. I felt a desperate need for sleep, a craving to quiet the noise in my head. For too long, my mind had been a prisoner to high school memories, but now the present was demanding my full attention. As I lay there, the events of the party replayed in my mind like a shameful film loop. Seeing everything in my mind again, it was clear to me, truly, my emotions had clouded my judgment, I had been reckless, impulsive, and too rash.Then I heard a loud knock on the door. It was Rose.She kept shouting my name from the other end of the door, but I didn't have the energy to utter a single word. I remained anchored to the bed, staring at the window where the morning sun shimmered with an aggressive brightness. I reminded myself of the promise I’d made, to find myself, to forge a new identity. Lucille was meant to be a ghost, a relic of a past that no longer owned me. I wanted a new path, maybe a new lover, maybe no one at all one thing was for
Marcella’s pov “Miss Solis?” He called me. I looked up at the boy standing before me. “You should be home with your family…what are you doing here?” He asked me.I just looked him all over already feeling angry that he was speaking to me from the inside of the house while I stood on the outside like an intruder. “None of your business” I folded my arms in a sassy way. “Ahhh… Lucille told me she made a new friend, I’m surprised it’s you”. He squared his shoulders like a proud being. Patrick Ortega, how I hated the sound of his name, if our families weren’t tied with centuries of business partnership, I wouldn’t want to be seen anywhere close to him, I didn’t hate him, I just despised his aura, he had a way of making people feel insignificant. You couldn’t blame the bastard, his family owned half of Mexico luxury buildings and exotic properties. How else could he reflect his high social status?. But as he mentioned her calling me a friend, I felt calm and nervous happiness
Chapter 33 Marcella’s pov The entire student body was gathered in the event hall, waiting for the principal as the announcement had instructed. I stood confident knowing what was bound to happen. A restless energy filled the room. Murmurs erupted from every corner, and while my friends joined in the speculation, I remained perfectly still. Everyone was debating what could have prompted such a sudden assembly, but I stayed silent, already knowing exactly what was about to happen. My only sadness was that she wasn’t there to share the last laugh with me. Mr. Owen, walked onto the stage, and the room fell into an immediate, heavy silence. “Hello everyone…I’m sure you all must have been surprised with the sudden call but I find it endearing that such issues that threatens peace and tranquility amongst student be addressed to the hearing of all, both the offenders and the victims. Staples High School is a unique center of learning known for its excellence, and discipline and I, Mr. H
Marcella’s pov I woke up the next morning with one purpose, I was going to see my parents and put an end to this madness. The bullies had finally crossed a line. They had wronged me in countless ways and spread nothing but lies about my family, but yesterday, they got one thing right, one of my mother’s pearls really could have them detained in a juvenile center for years. Literally it could happen and for the first time in my life, i felt so proud of my family’s power. For years, I had feared the influence my family wielded, not just at school, but throughout the entire community. It often felt as though my mother possessed a supernatural ability to bend everyone to her will. I had always wanted to do things the "right" way, never compromising the law for my own benefit. But after last night, I knew that silence was no longer a virtue. It was a cage. I had to do something to stop the bullying once and for all. But where had this sudden courage come from? Was it all connected to Lu
Marcella’s pov I felt devastated by the scene, when the bullies had left, I walked in slowly, she looked weak, bound to the chair with hard ropes. The side of her lips were bruised and weeping blood. She didn’t even notice me walk in. “Oh my God...” I gasped, pressing a hand over my mouth as my eyes welled up in tears at the sight of her. She lifted her head slowly. Our eyes met, and I knew she could see the raw ache in my expression. “You should have stayed away from me," I whispered, the words tasting of bitterness and regret but I meant it, If only she had listened, she wouldn't be broken like this. I hurried behind her and fumbled with the ropes, but the knots were pulled too tight for my fingers to pry. I spun around, searching the room restlessly for anything sharp, but the space was empty. I moved to the back trying to untie the rope but it was too tight, every effort felt useless. I looked round hoping to get something to cut it but there was none. I searched restlessly.







