تسجيل الدخولLiam's POVI heard a scream through the wall before I fully understood what I was hearing.I was halfway through changing after training, still in one sock, and for half a second my brain tried to explain it away as something ordinary, a television left too loud, a shout from the street outside. Then it came again, sharper, unmistakably her voice, and I was moving before I had finished deciding to do so, out the door barefoot without a second thought.I went out my own front door and across the grass without stopping for a jacket, without stopping for anything. The cold air hit me but it was not registering at all. My bare foot landed hard on something sharp in the grass that I did not feel until a few steps later. By the time I reached her house the front door was standing half open and Dean had Avery's arm in his grip, her back against the hallway table, her face white."Get off her," I yelled.Dean turned. For a second he looked at me like he did not fully register who I was, his e
Avery's POVI had spent the morning at the athletics office, drafting posts for the weekend fixtures, and I came home with my mind still half on a caption I had not quite finished, thinking about word choice rather than anything else, the ordinary kind of distraction that came from a good day rather than a bad one.It was the best kind of morning I had had in months. The job was good. The work was straightforward. I was useful in a way that did not cost me anything to be useful, and I had walked home in the early afternoon feeling something close to normal for the first time in longer than I could name.The doorbell rang while I was still taking my shoes off.He was standing at the door when I opened it, closer than any of the warnings had prepared me for, and my whole body went cold before my brain had finished registering it was actually him. I had not checked the peephole. I had just opened the door the way I always did, distracted, thinking about something else entirely, and there
Avery's POVThe week continued to be strange.Gerald mentioned something before I had even taken my apron off, his voice lower than usual, the kitchen quiet around us at that hour before the evening rush began."Someone was asking about you yesterday," he said, wiping down the counter without looking up. "A man. He did not give a name. He asked if I knew you, whether you still came in on Thursdays."My stomach dropped."What did he look like?" I asked."Rough," Gerald said. "Thin. Like someone who had not been eating or sleeping properly in a while, the kind of thin that comes from stress rather than choice. I did not like the way he asked. He was too specific. Too interested for a stranger just making conversation about a girl who works here.""What did you tell him," I said."Nothing useful," Gerald said. "I told him I did not discuss staff with people I did not know, and he left without pushing it, which honestly worried me more than if he had argued. But I wanted you to know, in c
Avery's POVThe first week at the new job settled into an easy rhythm, and for a few days that was the only thing on my mind. I learned the calendar, learned Denise's preferences for tone, learned which posts got engagement and which ones sat there quietly ignored. It felt good to be learning something new that had nothing to do with survival for once.Owen, another staff member, showed me how to schedule posts in advance. He was sitting close enough that I could see his screen, walking me through the same steps twice without making me feel foolish for needing them repeated."You will get faster," he said. "Everyone does after the first couple of weeks.""I hope so," I said. "Right now everything takes twice as long as it should.""That is normal," he said. "Denise still remembers her first month here. She talks about it sometimes, mostly to make new people feel better."Then my mom mentioned something that nearly stole my joy again."There was a car parked across the street last nigh
Avery's POVThe interview was in a small office on the second floor of the athletics building. A woman named Denise was behind the desk with a laptop open and a folder with my application printed inside it. The room smelled faintly of coffee, and a framed photo of a football championship team from some year before mine hung on the wall behind her."Tell me about your captain position," she said, once we had gotten through the basics. "What does a typical week actually look like for you?""Practice four times a week," I said. "Competition prep, choreography, managing squad dynamics, which is its own job on top of the physical one. I also handle a lot of the communication between the squad and the coaching staff, scheduling, that kind of thing, keeping twenty people pointed in the same direction.""Communication," Denise said, writing something down. "That is most of what this role actually is. Social media for the athletics programme, some copywriting for the newsletter, coordinating
Avery's POVVega caught me after practice. She waited until the rest of the squad had cleared out before she said anything, the gym quiet around us except for the hum of the lights overhead and the distant sound of someone's trainers squeaking on the far end of the court."You are still struggling with your hours," she said."Always," I said. "Why?""The athletics department has an opening," she said. "They are looking for a marketing assistant, part time. It came up in a board meeting a few days ago, and I thought of you the moment I heard it, given how long you have been trying to make your finances work on scraps this whole semester."I put down the water bottle I had been holding."What kind of hours.""Ten a week, maybe twelve," Vega said. "The pay is decent. And it is on campus, which removes a lot of the distance problem you have been dealing with.""And the scholarship review," I said."Your scholarship wants something the university recognises directly, on their own books," s
Avery's POVI did not move for a while.I was standing at the sink with my back against it and my eyes closed and the two tests sitting on the porcelain beside me, and the word negative was doing something to my body that I had not been prepared for. It was not a clean relief. It was not joy. It wa
Avery's POVI got into my car without looking back at the pharmacy door.My hand was not steady on the key at all and I tried several times before I got it turned on. I turned the engine over on the second try and pulled out before I had even checked my mirror. I took the back road out of the carpa
Avery's POVI looked at the message on my phone for a long time before I did anything with it.'Are you home? I have been trying to reach you all afternoon.'He had sent it forty minutes ago, and my phone had been on silent in my pocket since the lecture hall that morning, which meant there were pr
Avery's POVI sat in the campus carpark with the engine off and tried to talk myself into going inside.It was Tuesday. Eleven in the morning. Business Management was at half past in lecture hall three. I had not been to class in two weeks. I had told myself last friday that I would go this week. I







