LOGINThe door to the room creaked open, I was sitting in my room, leaning back on the pillow. My eyes were looking out the window, just staring into space. The door creaked open, and Mason walked in with a tray of cake and water. His lips curled into a smile as he placed it on the table next to me. He didn't force me to eat. Ava followed, she sat next to Mason naturally, which snapped something inside of me. The way she sighed and automatically leaned on him. Huh? “Okay, today we are reading this tweet I saw on Reddit… Oh my.” Ethan’s voice yanked me out of my thoughts. “Oh let’s hear it… All of a sudden, this is like one of my favorite parts of the day.” Mason laughed. Mine too. Ethan has been reading tweets and it’s been like a mini podcast in my room. It's not chaotic but it’s loud, only because Ava is very sensitive but I don’t mind. “So there is this girl, who bought a van and decided to live in it but her twin sister gambled and used her sister’s van as collateral. Now, she d
My eyes slowly unfurled, and I locked on the ceiling. I stayed on the bed, unable to move. I should stand up… but I can’t. It’s been like this for a while now. I can’t bring myself to move. My eyes open again and again and again every single morning, the proof that I am alive… the only proof that I am away from that monster. “Doctor, you said she was fine.” I heard Mason’s worried voice in the room. “But she hasn't left her room. She hasn't been eating; she barely gets out of bed… Are you sure she is okay?” The doctor sighed, I could hear it.One of th benefits of having a brother who is a professional athelete, they have their medical staff at their beck and call, which is why they haven't been taking me in and out of the hospital. “What is wrong with your sister is not… physical… medically, she is fine but… I think it’s time she sees a therapist. Her mind is the problem, not her body.” he said. He wasn't lying. My body was fine. Active. But my mind… my head. Jake lives their
“How much longer do we have to wait till she wakes up?” “Relax, Ava. You heard the doctor, we need to give her time. Lila is fine.” “But..” “Ava!” “Sorry, sorry. I am just worried…. I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive myself if anything bad happens to her.” “Me too.” “As her brother, I share the biggest responsibility, the biggest blame, leaving her in the hands of that bastard just because she threw a tantrum. If not for Ethan…. I don’t know if…” “Can we stop thinking about bad things? The last thing Ava needs is us blaming each other. What has happened has happened, the best thing to do now is to take better care of her when she wakes up.” My eyes slowly unfurled; that voice, the familiar sounds that kept mumbling close to me, forced me out of my slumber. My eyes locked on the ceiling, familiar but not exactly mine. My eyes flickered over and over, light breath escaped through my mouth, my heart beat slow and steady. Something is resting on my hands, warm, wide, and soft.
I jumped out of my car and barged into the bar. My eyes scanned the room until they settled on the people I knew were always with Jake. They would know where he lives. I surged towards them. Every step I took, I could hear it. My heart was beating faster than it should. Every second I waste, Lila is stuck with that monster. I could feel the fear from the message. She must have been crying when she sent it—trembling and looking for someone to save her. “Wow! It’s famous Ethan no 5! Best hockey player in the country!” one of them cheered. Irritation spread through my face. My phone is buzzing in my pocket. Ava was calling. The sound coming from the bar, the music, the clanking of glasses, the mumbling of customers, and the eyes on each and every one of them latched on to me. My fist clenched, teeth bared, “Where is he?” my voice, low yet audible enough. They kept talking to themselves, laughing. Barely paying attention even though I was standing right in front of them. “Where is
The season was over. It was a great game, we almost lost because Mason and I couldn't get our heads on straight. Lila had been on our mind. “Do you think I was too strict? That I should have been more lenient?” he asked, his voice broke as he clenched to his glass of whiskey, hands on his knees, head bowed. I sighed. I didn't need to speak for him to know the answer to that question. It was a question that didn't require an answer. The answer was as clear as day. “I should text her,” he said, the same thing he had been saying for the last five weeks since he realised how much he missed his baby sister, whom he angrily cut off because she moved in with her boyfriend. “You should,” I said to him, hands on my phone, my eyes glued to her name on my contact board. My hands are moving all over the screen. I keep asking him to text her but here I am staring at her name unable to hit the button. To call her and check on her. I keep wondering if she would respond to my text. After all,
I stood in front of the mirror, dressed in red lace lingerie. My boobs were wrapped around this rope covering just my nipple. My stomach was exposed. The panties were… not panties. It had a lace jacket but it barely covered anything. I stayed in the bathroom unable to move. I couldn't recognize myself. I can’t sleep with him… I need to leave. I made my way back to the bathroom. Panting, pacing around my room. Behind that door in the living room was Jake, ready to do things to me. I can’t… I can’t do it with him…. No! I need to call for help. I need to.. I paused as my eyes settled on my laptop sitting in the corner of the room. Ethan taught me something when we became friends. “What are you doing?” I asked him as I lifted my head from the books I was reading for my exams. Ethan was busy doing things on my laptop and phone at the same time. “Setting your messaging apps on your laptop,” he said, not sparing a glance as his hands continued to move on my laptop. “Huh? But I have it
Jake was silent, his eyes held this look, almost like his brain was processing everything I had just said.My throat bobbed, my palm got sweaty as I patiently waited for his response.I know my request was cliché but I can’t go about sleeping with every man I get into a relationship with. My body i
It’s been three weeks and all I have done is stare down at my phone. Should I text her? What should I say? Was I asking to be her friend too much? Every day, I pass through the hallway of her department at school, wanting to see her, say hello, and hear her voice to make sure she is okay, but i
“Since when were you a jerk?” I sneered, glaring at him. He paused on my ice cream, eyes meeting mine, searching.He remained silent, almost like he could tell that I was disappointed in him and this had nothing to do with the kiss.Ethan was never like this. He was reserved and put together, he ne
I found the brakes, and we were in the middle of the road. The cars around us kept honking, and the drivers kept yelling.“If you want to die, get off the road,”“Jump over the bridge or something, you losers.”“Hey, fuck off the middle of the highway!”They kept yelling, and it was obvious from th







