MasukChapter 62: Starlit Confessions and Quiet HeartsThe weekend arrived like a gentle exhale after a long, tense week, sunday evening found me standing in front of my mirror, adjusting the collar of a simple white button-down shirt I’d paired with dark jeans and my favorite sneakers nothing too fancy — just comfortable enough to feel like myself, but nice enough to show I cared. My hair was a little messy from running my hands through it too many times, but I left it that way. Dave had seen me at my most relaxed during the resort trip there was no need to pretend now.My phone buzzed. Dave: “I’m outside take your time.”I smiled at the screen, grabbed my wallet and keys, and headed downstairs the house was quiet — Mom still at the hospital, Dad in his office, and mom step out too no one to question where I was going, I slipped out the front door before anyone could notice, the cool evening air brushing against my skin as I walked to Dave’s car.He was leaning against it, looking effortl
The days after my conversation with Jayden felt lighter, like I’d finally set down a weight I’d been carrying for too long, I wasn’t pretending the hurt was gone — it still lingered in quiet moments — but I was choosing to move forward anyway, school, friends, and the quiet thrill of something new with Dave kept me grounded. I wasn’t chasing anyone anymore I was just living.It was finally Dave’s presentation day, and the entire senior class was buzzing with nerves and anticipation, I sat in the back of the auditorium with Kylie and Brandon, watching as Dave stepped onto the stage he looked confident, sharp in his uniform, notes steady in his hands when he started speaking, his voice was clear and passionate, explaining his business proposal with such ease that even the professors nodded along. By the end, the room erupted in applause his superiors praised him openly — “Outstanding work,” one said. “You have real potential.”My chest swelled with genuine pride I pulled out my phone a
The days after Sophia recovered settled into a new kind of normal that felt anything but, she was fully fine now — moving around the house with ease, laughing at Marbel’s jokes, helping miss Hanna in the kitchen when she had the energy. But she stayed with us a little longer, her parents still away on business, no one minded she was sweet, polite, and easy to have around mom treated her like a daughter, Dad asked her about her studies, and Marbel dragged her into sisterly gossip sessions on the surface, it looked warm and welcoming like she belonged.Jayden made sure of that he took her on dates almost every other day sometimes it was a quiet café after school, sometimes a drive to the city for dinner. He’d come home later with that satisfied smirk, telling Mom how “perfect” the evening had been one night, they went to a club I heard them leave — Jayden’s laugh echoing in the hallway, Sophia’s excited voice as she thanked him for inviting her, I stayed in my room, headphones on, pre
(Jayden’s POV)When Mom asked for Sophia to come stay with us, I was really excited and told myself this was the plan and I'll make the most of itSophia was here, recovering in our guest room, and I was going to make it work, I was going to fall for her or at least make myself believe I could she was perfect on paper — kind, smart, beautiful, the kind of girl who made my parents light up and the kind who fit neatly into the future they imagined for me no complications or secrets nor risk of destroying everything we’d built as a family.So I threw myself into it every morning, I brought her breakfast in bed — fresh fruit, toast with her favorite jam, and a small flower I’d picked from the garden. She’d blush and thank me with that soft laugh that should have made my chest feel warm. Instead, it felt… polite and nice but not enough,never enough.“You don’t have to do all this, Jayden,” she said one morning, sitting up against the pillows as I set the tray down her hair was messy from
Mom told us Sophia was coming to stay with us which was total fine considering their family relationship with ours.The days after Sophia arrived settled into a strange, careful rhythm that felt both familiar and suffocating she had been with us for almost a week now, her recovery steady and visible. The color had returned to her cheeks, and she moved around the house with more energy each day. Mom and Dad were relieved, treating her like an honored guest — Mom fussing over her meals, Dad making sure she had everything she needed. Jayden, of course, was glued to her side,he spent hours in the living room reading her novels aloud, his voice low and soothing as he acted out the dramatic parts to make her laugh she’d giggle, covering her mouth, and he’d look at her with that soft, charming smile I used to think was only for me.It was all so deliberate and obvious he was bent on making me jealous, and it was working more than I wanted to admit. Every laugh they shared, every time he hel
The days after our argument settled into an uneasy kind of quiet that felt heavier than any shouting match. Jayden’s attitude toward me hadn’t improved. If anything, it had grown colder, sharper, like a wall he was determined to keep between us, he barely responded when I greeted him in the mornings, his eyes sliding past me like I was part of the furniture. At dinner, he’d sit across the table, jaw tight, answering Mom and Dad with short, clipped words while avoiding my gaze completely. It was like I didn’t exist part of me was relieved — at least he was respecting the boundaries I’d tried to set. But the truth was, it hurt. Low-key, quietly, in the places I didn’t want to admit. Being ignored by the person who once held me like I was the only thing that mattered left a hollow ache in my chest that no amount of distraction could fully fill.Mom noticed.One evening, after Jayden had left the table early again, she pulled me aside in the kitchen while Dad was still finishing his coff
I didn't leave his room as he had commanded. Instead that was the moment it hit me — the full weight of what I had done, i looked up into Jayden’s eyes and finally saw it not coldness. Not hatred nor fear, but raw, barely-contained fear wrapped in anger he hadn’t been avoiding me because he didn’
(Jayden’s POV)I barely slept, all night I sat in the armchair across from the bed, watching Troy toss and turn in his drunken haze my knuckles still ached from the punches I’d thrown at those bastards in the club,every time he whimpered in his sleep, something dark and dangerous twisted tighter in
Early that morning, I woke up with a pounding headache that felt like someone was drilling straight into my skull,my mouth was dry, throat raw, and every small movement sent nausea rolling through me. I reached blindly for the glass of water I always kept on my bedside table, but my fingers met no
Some days passed in a blur of forced normalcy, the house felt deceptively peaceful — laughter echoing from the living room, Mom humming in the kitchen, Dad reading his newspaper like nothing in our world was rotting from the inside I tried to vibe with it. I really did but every time Jayden entere




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