I didn’t stop running until I got home.
I don’t even remember walking. I just... floated. Or flew. Or maybe I blacked out and someone dropped me at the front door, because one second I was humiliated in the middle of the hallway with a crowd laughing at me and the next I was shoving my key into the lock with shaking hands. I slammed the door behind me. My knees gave out. I slid straight down to the floor. Cold tile against my jeans. My breath caught in my throat and then everything just burst. The sound I made wasn’t a sob. Not at first. It was a choke. A hiccup. Like my body didn’t know how to cry yet. Like it had to warm up for it. And then it all hit at once. The sobs came hard and fast. My chest collapsed in on itself. My face crumpled. I curled into a ball, arms over my knees, forehead pressed to the inside of my elbow. I bawled. Like loud. I didn’t care who heard. Snot and spit and ugly, messy breathing. I couldn’t stop. My body shook so hard I felt my ribs knock against each other. I screamed into my sleeve. I wanted to rip my skin off. I wanted to rip him out of my head. Dominic. That stupid hoodie. His stupid soft voice. That look in his eyes when he said we’d face everything together. Liar. He said I was remembering. He said we kissed before. That we knew each other. That we were cursed or bonded or whatever crap he made up. And then today, in front of everyone... My throat burned just thinking about it. "You sure you're not confusing me with someone else?" he said. Like I was a stalker. Like I was some crazy girl obsessed with a guy who didn’t know my name. And Blake. God. Blake, laughing like it was a joke. Like he wasn’t the reason I even started keeping my walls up in the first place. Like he didn’t cheat on me and then make me look like the crazy one when I cried in front of his friends. I wiped my face with the sleeve of my hoodie. It was still Dominic’s. I yanked it off and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and crumpled like it had no soul. Just like him. I crawled to the couch eventually. Not walked. Crawled. I couldn’t stand up straight yet. My legs felt like jelly and my head was spinning and I was cold and sweating at the same time. I laid there. Curled up. Eyes staring at the ceiling. Vision blurry. Not from tears anymore. Just... from everything. And then the thoughts started. What if none of it was real? The dreams. The visions. The mark on my wrist. What if it was just some weird skin thing. A rash. A hallucination. Maybe I was cracking. Maybe I was losing it. People said grief did weird things to your mind. Maybe I was still grieving mom and dad and it just finally caught up. Maybe I imagined the connection with him because I wanted something. Anything. Something bigger than me. Because otherwise, I’m just another girl with nothing but student loans, a dead-end future, and a sister who comes home smelling like perfume she doesn’t own. Maybe werewolves weren’t real. Maybe I really was just pathetic. I covered my face again and cried until my throat gave out. The door opened. I heard it. I didn’t look. "Sel?" I kept my face down. "Hey... you here?" Glendale. Her voice was soft, but not quiet enough to not make me flinch. She walked into the living room and stopped when she saw me. I heard her bag drop. "You okay?" I didn’t answer. She walked over and stood next to the couch. I felt her shadow. I kept my eyes closed. "I brought home dinner," she said. "Some Thai place near 6th. You like those weird glass noodles, right?" I nodded. Barely. She sat down on the floor next to me. "You sure you’re okay?" I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. If I opened my mouth, I’d scream. She reached for my hand but didn’t touch it. Just hovered there. "You wanna talk about it?" I shook my head. "Okay." She sat there with me for a bit. Neither of us talked. She didn’t press me. But she kept glancing at the hoodie in the corner. And that made me clench my teeth all over again. My phone buzzed a while later. I didn’t check it. Buzzed again. And again. Glendale had gone into her room by then. Probably gave up. I sat up slowly and wiped my nose with the back of my hand. When I finally looked at the screen, my chest twisted again. SARAH – You okay?? – Everyone’s talking about what happened – Do you want me to come over?? – Call me – Please?? My finger hovered over the call button. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to hear someone else’s pity voice. I didn’t want the you-poor-thing tone. I didn’t want the questions. I just wanted quiet. So I typed back. I’m fine. Just tired. Don’t wanna talk. The three little dots popped up. She was typing. Then they stopped. Then they popped up again. And then— Okay. Just know I’m here if you need anything. Even silence. Just say the word. Love you. I stared at that last part for a long time. I don’t know why that broke me more than anything. I got up and wandered to the bathroom. My legs were stiff. My mouth tasted like pennies. My eyes were puffy and raw. I splashed water on my face. The mark was still there. Faint silver lines curling up my wrist. Like vines. Like scars that didn’t hurt. I rubbed hard. It didn’t come off. "You lied to me," I whispered to the mirror. I wasn’t sure if I meant Dominic. Or myself. Maybe both. I turned off the light and sat on the floor of the bathroom with my back against the tub. The silence was heavy. Thick. And still, through all the anger and pain and shame... a voice in the back of my head whispered something awful. But what if he didn’t lie?Selena’s POVWhen I woke up that morning, it was the first time in days I didn’t feel like running.For a few blissful seconds, I just lay there under the covers, staring at the faint light spilling across my ceiling, and thought about the way all Dominic's kisses had felt.God.My cheeks went hot just thinking about it.How his hands had held my face so gently, but his lips had been anything but gentle. How he’d leaned in close and said my name like it mattered.I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth, half to hide my smile even though no one was there to see me.I couldn’t believe it.Dominic.Kissing me. Why did I suddenly have those thoughts?And then walking me all the way home after, like I wasn’t just some stupid girl who got in his way.For once… I didn’t hate mornings.I even took a little extra time brushing my hair, choosing my nicest hoodie, putting on lip balm just in case.I wasn’t sure what we were, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d looked at me last night —
Selena’s POVI still don’t know what came over me.I can’t stop thinking about it. Even now my hands feel kind of… hollow. My fingers are cold but sweaty at the same time. My head feels light, like I’m walking around half-asleep, except my heart won’t calm down.It was just a practice. Just another stupid hockey practice. I shouldn’t even have been there. I could’ve gone home. I should’ve gone home.But no.There I was. Sitting on those hard bleachers with Sara, pretending to care what she was saying, pretending not to keep sneaking looks at him like a complete idiot.And I did.I looked at him.Over and over.I can’t help it.I hate it.The way he skates. The way he doesn’t even have to try to look like he owns the ice. His shoulders broad, his jaw tight, his stupid messy hair sticking to his forehead when he skates too hard. He doesn’t even see me there most of the time.Or maybe he does.God.I don’t know.I was staring when it happened. That’s what gets me the most — I didn’t even
Dominic’s POVI swear to God, she’s gonna kill me one of these days.I don’t even know what the hell’s wrong with me anymore. I’ve never been this sloppy. Never. Hockey’s the one place I don’t screw up. It’s the one place I can just move and hit and breathe and not think about anything. But ever since she started showing up… hell, even before that, even before she knew my name… she’s been in my head like some damn parasite I can’t get rid of.And there she is now.Right there. On the bleachers.Sitting with her little friend Sara, laughing quietly about something. Her hair falling into her face when she looks down. I can see her lips from here, curved soft and pink, and my chest tightens up like an idiot.I almost drop my stick.“Dominic! Focus!” Coach is barking from the sidelines.I grunt back something that might’ve been a “yeah” but probably wasn’t even a word. My teammates give me weird looks.Pull it together. Pull it the hell together, Lakes. You don’t feel anything. You’ve nev
Selena's POV It was morning by the time I finally dragged myself back home.The sun was already climbing up over the rooftops, burning gold and blinding me as I walked down our street. My shoes scraped against the sidewalk and I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears like a clock ticking too fast. Every step felt heavier.I didn’t even know what time it was. I didn’t even care.Last night was still a blur. Dominic’s arms catching me when my knees gave out. His voice calling my name over and over. That stupid worried look in his stupid eyes.I hated how much it had all stuck in my head.I pushed the front door open quietly, hoping maybe I could just sneak upstairs and sleep for a year. But of course, she was waiting.Glendolyn.She was leaning on the wall by the stairs, arms crossed. Her eyes cut into me before I even said anything.I froze.“Where were you,” she said, her voice flat. Not even a question. Just… ice.I tried to laugh it off. “Out.” My lips cracked when I smiled and it
Selena’s POVI woke up to the strangest smell.Like clean sheets mixed with something warmer, faintly smoky, faintly like the way the air feels after it rains.I blinked and the ceiling above me wasn’t mine. It wasn’t my soft cream walls or my glow-in-the-dark stars. It was dark wood and some posters on the far side, a hockey stick leaning against the corner.I jolted upright too fast and my head throbbed.“What the hell—”“Relax.”His voice.I froze.Dominic was sitting on the edge of the desk right by the bed. His arms were folded and his eyes were fixed on me, sharp but soft at the same time. He didn’t even flinch when I caught him staring.“You fainted. Again. You’re welcome, by the way.”I swallowed. My throat was dry.“You… brought me here?” I croaked.“No,” he said, then smirked. “A magical fairy picked you up, tucked you in, and I’m just here for the vibes. Of course I brought you here.”I dropped back on the pillow and groaned. “God, you’re so annoying.”“Yeah? You weren’t sa
Selena’s POVI couldn’t breathe.I didn’t know if I was screaming or not but my chest felt like it was caving in.The nightmare was worse tonight.I saw him again. Like every other time.Dominic.He stood there, his face twisted in pain. There was blood on his hands. My blood? I couldn’t tell anymore. It was always the same — he struck his sword through my chest, my heart bursting in my ribs, his cold eyes watching me fall.But this time… it was different.He was crying.Tears — no, blood — ran down his face.“You fool,” he said, his voice cracking and broken, “don’t you know I’ll kill you again?”I froze. My feet wouldn’t move.“Run,” he sobbed, his hands shaking, the blade still glinting in his grip. “Run away from me. Please… run away from me.”I tried to speak but nothing came out.Then the sword flashed again and pain ripped through me and everything went black.I bolted upright in bed, gasping, clawing at my sheets like they were choking me.My whole body was shaking, my hair st