"Alrighty. Have a seat." The principal says taking a seat behind the desk. He waits for me to sit down in one of the chairs in front of the desk and then he smiles at me. "How are you this morning?" He says looking at me closely.
I fake a smile and nod. "I'm good" I add hoping he believes me. He's known for seeing bullshit from a mile away. The students have a running theory that he's some sort of vampire that can read people's minds.
"Are you sure?" He asks looking me straight in the eyes. I keep a straight face and make sure to blink as normally as I can. I don't want to give anything away or else I'll be stuck in a 3 hour therapy session with him.
"Yes," I say smiling so it seems like I am really good. I channel Tamrin's advice and try to project positivity towards him. "I'm sure," I say and he nods somewhat convinced. I sigh in relief on the inside happy that he fell for that. Victory!!! I scream in my head.
"I want to talk to you about your grades," He says and all the joy I felt for a split second disappears. I don't want to talk about it. I was planning to ignore them until they went away. "You're not doing great, as you're well aware." He says and I nod sad that he's making me go through this. "I know you've been going through a lot in the past couple of months and I'm very sorry for that." He says with a sad look on his face.
I hate it when people do that. He's pretending to understand my pain and it pisses me off. The only people who can truly understand my pain are the ones who have been through the same thing.
"But your grades are very bad and as a senior, you're expected to have better scores." He says slowly and I wish he would get through this faster. "Unfortunately we have to put you on academic probation." He says getting to the point and I almost puke.
This is bad. Academic probation at Golden Hills means I might not graduate if I don't improve my grades. I can't repeat another year. I didn't care when my father died what happened with school but now I do care. I want to be done with this place. I want to leave at the end of the year.
The only thing that's keeping me going is the fact that I'm almost done.
"So you have the next three months to show us that you can improve and then we'll talk again at the end of the probation." He says he hands me a document with my name and a whole list of numbers that are dictating my fate.
I can't believe this is happening to me right now. I hate this place even more now. It's like a prison I can't escape because they keep adding more and more years to my sentence.
I take the paper and leave his office.
I need to fix this.
The holidays are over.It’s supposed to be my first day back at school, but I’m still sitting on my bed, staring at my watch like I can force the hands to move backward. The seconds keep sliding away, taunting me. Each one pushes me closer to the moment I’m supposed to get up, put on my uniform, and walk out the door.But I can’t.I’ve spent more than ten days shutting the world out, and I wish I could keep doing it forever. I’ve been safe here, in the quiet, where no one can look at me with pity or curiosity, where no one can ask questions I can’t answer. Here, I don’t have to think about what happened—at least, not out loud.But the clock doesn’t care.I know, without looking, th
It’s been seven days since I came home.Seven long, heavy, suffocating days.I haven’t slept in five of them. Not properly. The last time I truly rested was… I can’t even remember. Every time I close my eyes, the darkness doesn’t stay empty it shifts. It thickens. It pulls me back to that room.And it wasn’t a dungeon. It wasn’t the kind of place you’d expect to haunt someone. There were no cracked walls, no rusty chains, no dirt-stained floors. It was a normal room. A bed with clean sheets, a bathroom with working plumbing, even a small wardrobe with folded clothes. A single window with white curtains that let in soft morning light. If a stranger walked in, they might have thought it was somewhere safe.But it wasn’t.
It’s like my body melts into him.All the fight, all the anger, all the fear holding me upright slips away the moment Liam’s arms close around me.I don’t even realize I’m crying until my face is pressed against his chest and I feel the wetness against my own skin. His shirt smells like smoke, like blood, like something dangerous and familiar.Trevor is gone.Dead.I should feel relief. I should feel victorious. But all I feel is this strange, aching emptiness. The space where my fight lived is hollow now, and it’s pulling me down into nothing.I close my eyes, and the world tilts. My knees give out, and Liam holds me tighter. I hear him saying my name his voice breaking in a way I’ve never heard before but it’s far away, muffled, like we’re underwater.I try to open my eyes, to answer him, but I’m so tired. My body is too heavy. My head feels like it’s sinking into his chest.A
For a moment, everything is still.All I can smell is gunpowder, sweat and fear. I've heard people talk about the smell of fear and I didn't know what that meant but today I can smell it. It's thick and heavy and it's vile.But the silence is worse. Like the world ended in seconds.It feels like none of us exist.No more gunshots. No more screaming. Just the wind whispering through the trees, brushing against my skin, carrying the bitter scent of blood, gunpowder, and sweat. It's sharp. It stings. It clings to my skin like smoke, wraps around my lungs like rope.I’m not sure when I stood up. Or how I even made it out of the room. One minute I was hiding in the dark, praying with my fists clenched, and the next, I’m outside. Nathan is leading me by the wrist, saying something I
The sound of gunfire explodes through the night, deafening and relentless. A machine gun—no, multiple—rips through the air outside, drowning everything else out. I hear men shouting, screaming, and then the screaming turns into something else. Agony. Terror.I clamp my hands over my ears, pressing myself further into the corner of the closet, trying to disappear. My body shakes violently, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I rock back and forth. I squeeze my eyes shut and whisper a prayer under my breath, over and over."Please, God. Please, God. Please, God."The walls tremble with the force of the fight happening outside. Glass shatters somewhere. Heavy footsteps storm through the house. More gunshots. More yelling. I don’t kn
I wake up with a start, my heart thundering in my chest. My breath comes in ragged gasps, and for a moment, I can’t place where I am. I sit up quickly, expecting to see someone in the room with me—someone coming to hurt me, to take me again—but when my eyes adjust to the dim light, the room is empty.Just the silence.I look around, the weight of everything pressing down on me. This place—the house where Trevor has kept me locked up for weeks—has become a prison. It’s always quiet, too quiet. The only sounds are the distant hum of the outside world that I can’t reach, the creaks of the house settling, and my own restless thoughts.The darkness beyond the window is thick and consuming, the kind of darkness that swallows up the last remnants of hope. But tonight, something is different. Something feels off.I strain my ears, listening closely. There’s a faint sound, like the whisper of something moving through