MasukI 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’t care, he’d been avoiding me because he cared too much. Because the thought of someone else touching me had nearly broken something inside him.The realization shattered me I started sobbing uncontrollably, shoulders shaking, tears pouring down my face like I couldn’t stop them even if I tried. Jayden’s jaw tightened.“Stop crying,” he said sharply.I couldn’t sobs kept coming, ugly and raw.He stood up suddenly, grabbing my shoulders hard, fingers digging in. “I said stop fucking crying why do you always have to get on my nerves like this?”I tried, I really did. But the tears wouldn’t stop between broken gasps, I whispered, “What can I do to make it up to you?”Jayden released me like
Days dragged by in a numb, suffocating haze. Jayden’s attitude hadn’t changed — if anything, it had gotten worse in school, his friends still circled us like sharks, throwing insults and shoving Brandon around when they got the chance but Jayden? He kept his distance. He never looked at me or stepped in which is something he enjoys doing he walked past me in the hallways like I was a stranger, like I didn’t exist. Every single time his eyes slid past me without recognition, something inside me cracked a little more.The avoidance was driving me insane.At night, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, trying to force myself to sleep to act normal,to pretend I didn’t care that the person who had once consumed my every thought now treated me like I was invisible. But the ache in my chest wouldn’t let me rest the silence between us had become louder than any fight we’d ever had.Tonight, I couldn’t take it anymore.I found myself standing outside his door before I could talk myself out
(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 my chest.He was mine and last night he’d almost let other people touch what belonged to me by morning, the anger hadn’t faded,if anything, it had grown sharper, hotter, more possessive, I grabbed painkillers and a bottle of water, then pushed the door open.Troy woke up startled, eyes wide with panic as he clutched the blanket to his chest like a scared kid. The sight should’ve annoyed me more, but instead it sent a twisted rush through my veins. He looked so vulnerable so fucking breakable.When his eyes landed on me, relief washed over his face pathetic,after everything he still looked at me like I was his savior.“Jay… it’s you?” His voice was hoarse, cracked. “How did you find me? How
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 nothing but air.That was strange.I forced my heavy eyelids open and froze this wasn’t my room the walls were a different shade, the furniture sleek and modern, the faint scent of hotel soap lingering in the air,panic slammed into me like a truck.Flashes from last night hit hard — the club, the drinks, those random guys crowding me, hands grabbing, lips trying to force their way onto my neck,my heart raced. I threw the blanket off in terror and looked down I was still wearing my boxers,no mark,no soreness. Nothing that suggested they had…I ran my hands over my body anyway, checking everywhere, breathing fast nothing, I was okay but the fear lingered, thick and ugly.Just as my mind spirale
After Brandon’s brother took him home, Jayden didn’t drive me back to the house, he took me to a hotel instead the second we stepped inside the room, he slammed the door so hard the walls shook and I jumped, the sound cutting through my drunken haze like a whip.Before I could even steady myself, he shoved me against the wall, his hand fisting the collar of my shirt,his other hand flew up, clenched into a fist, ready to punch me. It hovered in the air, trembling with rage.“Stupid,” he snarled, voice low and venomous. “Do you even know what your recklessness almost caused tonight?”I stared straight into his eyes, fear and alcohol making me reckless my heart hammered wildly, but I didn’t look away. “Go ahead hit me, I know you want to.”“You’re so fucking dumb,” he growled, eyes blazing. “Dumber than you look. What the hell were you thinking, getting that wasted? Letting those bastards put their hands on you?”His cruel words sliced deep the dam inside me broke, tears spilled down my
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 entered a room, my chest tightened like a vice.I’d just finished showering and was walking down the stairs, towel still draped around my neck, when I overheard them.Jayden’s voice, casual but laced with something that made my blood run cold. “What do you think about Sophia, Marbel?”I froze on the staircase, heart slamming against my ribs my chest felt tight, like someone had reached in and squeezed my lungs.Marbel’s reply was thoughtful. “She’s cute, yeah but I don’t know if she’s well-behaved you can’t really tell until you spend more time with someone, we don’t live with her, so it’s hard to say.”“Why do you ask?” she added.Jayden let out a low chuckle that twisted the knife deeper. “I thi







