FAZER LOGINMarcella’s povI lied just to make her feel safe, to let her know I was still by her side, still trusting her decisions. But her silence broke me all over again. I kept talking, trying to bridge the gap just as I used to, but she never offered a single word in return. They say "once bitten, twice shy," but this time I was twice bitten and thrice shy. I walked home in silence, cradling the fresh weight of a shattered heart. I had hoped she would finally tell me how she felt, but she chose to remain guarded, leaving me to bark my heart out like a stray dog in the dark. My heart was shattered and I held back my tears as I walked home, I didn’t want Rose to see me like this, it was devastating, not after we settled that night.When I reached the porch, I took a moment to dry my eyes and compose myself. I wanted to act normal, I didn't want her worrying over me. I just wanted to sleep the long, exhausting night away. But when I reached the door, I realized Rose wasn't home. I let myself
Lucille’s pov “We didn’t mean to stress everyone… that’s why we kept it a secret, I begged her to, I told Lucille about the letter and she said we come to the garden by 9 to get the writer”.My heart calmed down as I heard her defend me, I wasn’t expecting that, I thought she would tell the truth, but she covered up for me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, even more the reason I admired her so much. “Really…?” Chloe seemed shocked “Lucille is that true?” My eyes widened as Chloe called my name. “Yeah ….thats true”. I took a step closer. Standing on common grounds with her, we looked at ourselves and I could see the support in her eyes. What else could I ever ask for?. “We’ve been out here much longer than intended,” Marcella continued, her voice steady and convincing. “I had to reach out to Lucille for help. Since we were both having issues, I figured we could find common ground in catching this person. I knew no one would believe she’d help me, but the sisterhood has a way of br
Lucille’s pov I crept slowly to where I heard the voices and I saw Chloe and some of the other girls. I didn’t know if I should come out or remain hidden in the bushes of flower. I could hear their whispers and I followed the sound of their voices. It seemed like they were searching for someone. I wanted to hide my face, remain in the shadows in the covers of the dark so they don’t see me but there was no other place to hide, it seemed like they were searching for someone. My mind went to the letter, had they found out about the letter? I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp, did Marcella take it to them?. I felt so utterly clueless. In that moment, I hadn't been thinking clearly, I had only acted on the conviction that I was doing the right thing. I wanted Marcella to know I cared, but looking back, it seemed like a fool’s errand. If the letter meant nothing to her, why hadn't she come out? Or was she already here, lurking in the dark just like me?They came closer and my
Marcella’s pov I walked down the streets in disappointment, if she had written the letter, why didn’t she come out? Why didn’t she show up? Or was she still afraid to express herself or maybe I still disgusted her.. did she write that letter in pity? Was it because she felt sorry for me? How am I even sure she did…I bowed my head in shame and disbelief. But again, how could I be so sure she wrote that letter, what if …..what if… the ‘if’s’ in my mouth seemed endless. I had high hopes she was the one but who again? Or did I have a secret admirer somewhere? The imitator showed Bonners club so the secret admirer had to be in the club.I was lost in thought that I jumped when a hand grabbed my shoulder, I startled as I turned. “Hey….” I turned around to see Rose. “Hey….” I replied softly. “I’ve been chasing after you, calling your name but…” she looked over me “you okay…?” “Yeah….” I whispered “how did you find me?” “When I came back I noticed you were gone and so was the letter, I
Lucille’s povI bolted out of the house the moment the clock struck seven. I couldn't afford to miss this, this golden, terrifying opportunity to finally speak my truth. There would be no more hiding and no more retreats. She deserved to know how I felt, what she meant to me, and the sheer depth of my adoration of her. I wanted her, and tonight, I was going to tell her so.I hailed a taxi, feeling a bit of relief that Patrick hadn't returned since the previous night. I had no idea where he was, and frankly, I didn't care. His absence was a gift, it cleared the air, allowing me to think and finally make a decision that came straight from my heart.I kept checking my time not to be late but could I go empty handed? Fuck… a gift!! I was going to confess my love without giving her anything, no, that’s too bad. I was confused on what to do… I was really about to confess my feelings without so much as a token of affection? That felt wrong, careless. Panic flared in my chest. I signaled f
Marcella’s pov I headed straight outside, I had to put a stop to all this nonsense, no more child’s play, time to be more serious, time to tell them my stand.I knew exactly where I was going, I stopped the first taxi I saw and headed to the house I was taken to that night. The house where she rejected me, I still felt haunted by it but I knew this was where it all began and this is where it will end. When I got there it was quiet unlike the night before. The street was quiet and I walked up to her porch, I rang the bell and no one answered. I was so pissed holding the letter in my hand, i waited for someone to come get the door but there was no one. I grew impatient and rang the bell repeatedly until the door finally swung open. “Who the fuck…..” she stopped with the cursing when she saw me. “Hey…” her tone more calmer than before but I didn’t care, I walked past her into the house. “Someone doesn’t look happy….” She said watching my mood, “you know we have a lot to talk about” Ch
Lucille’s pov It was him. Patrick, he was coming close with two bottles in his hand, even his steps were annoying, I just knew at that instance that he was the problem, but how could it be..? Why is he the problem? Or else she is…? I turned sharply to Marcella. “Is something wrong?…..” I was a
Lucille’s pov The race had taken everything out of me. Ravenfort seemed to favor me lately, I’d finally made the cut for the varsity sports team, and I was one of their top ranked athletes. After the final heat of the day, I was tired, and had gone to my dorm but when I got there Patrick was alre
Marcella pov I rushed for the laptop but she scrambled onto a chair, holding the device high above her head. She didn't actually know about my past atrocities so she didn’t have the motive of knowing it’s content. She just wanted leverage to make me comply. "I’ll hand it over," she said, breathin
Marcella’s pov “We’re going out for a party tonight” she told me moving from one place to another trying to put her things in order. It’s been barely few weeks I moved into college, I had only spent time with Rose not been able to make friends at class but I did have a nice chat with few of my co







