เข้าสู่ระบบTucked under the covers Ava and Sophia unpaused the scary movie and leaned back to the pillow.
Suddenly, there was a slight bang on the wall where the head of the bed was. Ava and Sophia froze in irritation and confusion, not knowing fully where the sound was coming from.
“Oh Mason!” the girl shredded the house down.
It was amazing how loud she could go. Her voice alone made the walls tremble.
“Oh! Yes. Right there, fuck me right there!” the girl screamed and Ava immediately stood to look for her headphones to put on.
Damn, he was rough…
“That asshole!” Sophia screeched and threw her arms and legs around.
“Fuck, Mason.” the girl moaned louder, not caring if anyone else was in the house.
“I really can't believe him today, today was meant to be a movie night not a night for banging a whore!” Sophia skimmed the bed for the remote.
She turned up the volume of the movie to drown out the girl's voice, but the only problem was that her screams were so loud that even Ava, wearing headphones, could hear her.
“I'm so tired of hearing this almost every night. Mom and Dad have spoken to him about bringing different girls over but he still sneaks them in, disturbing my night” Sophia said angrily.
“Keep it down you whores! I’m trying to watch a movie here!” She screamed, banging her fist on the wall trying to get their attention. It only made the moans grow louder.
“Oh Mason, fuck me harder, yeah just like that. So deep, so big, Oh Go, you're tearing me out the girl screamed and Sophia and Ava immediately felt an unease.
“That's it! I'm going to kill him. I'm going to boil him alive as she got off her bed and headed angrily to his room. Ava swiftly moved off the bed and joined her best friend as they both marched to his room.
“Mason! You fucker, keep it down, human beings are in here and we are trying to watch a movie!” Sophia screamed beyond her voice.
She screeched and Ava winced while she contemplated whether to help her best friend or just succumb to the disgusting sounds coming from Mason's room.
It will surely be a long night…
When there was no answer from Mason and no signs of him stopping, Sophia threw her hands up and looked over at Ava.
"I'm so tired of this crap. Why doesn't he go to their homes instead? Why do I have to suffer from his choices?"
She puffed out and then her eyes gleamed with something that had Ava quickly praying that it would not get them in trouble.
"Come with me bestie." Sophia sang as she approached Ava startled herself and grabbed her arm. She tugged Ava's arm and Ava went along with her without much of a fight.
The two were best friends after all, if one went down, the other would too.
They walked down the stairs and Ava asked Sophia. "Where are we going? In fact, what are we about to do?" Ava asked suspiciously knowing fully well Sophia was up to something evil.
Usually when Mason does something like this, Ava and Sophia would just block their ears with a pillow and try to drown out the disgusting noise coming from the other room.
This time it was different, Sophia was more pissed off and irritated, but that might also have to do with her being on her period.
The noise didn't quite die out when they got downstairs.
Her stomach knotted terribly when that girl moaned Mason's name and she hated how she felt. She didn’t quite understand it, but she felt a mixture of disgust and anger. Terrible, terrible anger.
“I’m so done with him and his whore’s. I’m tired of having to hear those sounds and I’m tired of having to comfort them when he’s done with them.” Sophia hisses and tugs Ava towards the entrance of the house.
Sophia wasn’t lying. After sleeping and dumping them, those girls crawl over to Sophia in hopes that she’d help them get back with her brother.
The only problem was that it never worked and it was becoming a bit repetitive and annoying to have to console girls who knew exactly what they were getting into..
Even though Ava was confused, she did as her best friend said and asked. “Where are we going?”
Sophia smirked and opened the front door. “We’re going to ruin his night, and get him back for ruining ours.”
Ava slipped on her shoes, a little more intrigued to know how her best friend planned to ruin her brother’s night.
“I’m going to get him back for all the times he forced me to hear him fucking those girls,” Sophia sneered under her breath as she stepped out into the cold night air.
Ava followed, crossing her arms and rubbing her hands over them as goosebumps prickled on her skin.
Damn, it’s cold, Ava thought, wishing she had dressed more appropriately for being outside at this hour.
“And how will you do that?” Ava whispered, tiptoeing to catch up with her best friend, who was already strolling across the lawn. Mason wouldn’t be able to hear her voice or footsteps over the noises and distractions inside.
“Simple.” Sophia shrugged and quickened her footsteps.
Ava quickened hers and looked around. The streetlights gave off enough light, but where Sophia was currently heading was a bit darker.
“I’m going to drown him,” Sophia said and Ava froze a bit.
Drown him? Was Sophia going to magically drag her brother’s body into the pool? Or a tub? Ava shook her head. Sophia must not have meant it that way. She would not drown her brother.
Sophia stopped just under Mason's open window and tilted her head up to send him a glare. Mason always left his window open at night since he usually liked to sneak out or sneak a girl in.
Miller leaned forward. "Go on.""Ava and I, we were talking that day. About books. She mentioned this series she loved, 'The Shadow Watchers.' It's about a secret society that observes injustices and anonymously leaks information to expose criminals." He held up the book. "She said the author, a reclusive writer, uses the pen name 'Boom.' She thought it was cool. Like, 'boom, here's the truth.'"Miller’s eyes widened. "Boom. The name that appeared on the video file."Mason nodded, his gaze intense. "Yes. And Ava, she was really into this idea of justice. Of exposing wrongdoing. She even talked about how, if she ever saw something truly awful, she'd want to be like one of them. A 'watcher.'""Do you think Ava herself… recorded this?" Miller asked, a new, horrifying possibility dawning on her."No," Mason shook his head vehemently. "The camera angle, the way it zoomed. It wasn't from her perspective. But the watcher they knew about Ava. They knew she was a fan. Maybe they were tr
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Ava walked beside Mason, the setting sun painting their path in hues of fire and charcoal. The afterglow of their session still clung to her, a fragile shield against the world’s harshness. Mason’s presence, steady and warm, felt like an anchor in the shifting sands of her recent past. They talked of nothing and everything, the easy rhythm of their steps mirroring the growing comfort between them. He spoke of his favorite authors, she of her dreams of traveling. The world, for a brief time, felt right.They reached the edge of the school grounds, Mason turned to her, his hand lightly brushing her arm."I should probably head home," he said, a hint of reluctance in his voice. "Thanks for walking with me. And for the donut suggestion. They really were incredible."He grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Anytime, Ava. Seriously. If you ever need to talk, or just want another donut, you know where to find me."She watched him go, his silhouette receding into the deepening
On the day of the session, the room felt stifling, even before everyone arrived. A small, circular table, three chairs, and a kindly-faced mediator named Dr. Evans. Debby slumped in her seat, arms crossed, a defiant pout on her lipsCassy entered, her usual swagger muted, her eyes scanning the room, landing briefly on Ava with a flicker of something unreadable.Dr. Evans began, her voice soft but firm, setting the ground rules. “We are here to understand what happened, how it affected everyone, and how we can move forward constructively. This is not about blame, but about understanding and resolution.”Debby, still bristling, spoke first, recounting her version of events, emphasizing Cassy’s "unprovoked" attack. Her voice was laced with self-pity and indignation.Then it was Cassy’s turn. Her voice, usually so sharp, was surprisingly calm. “She was going to hit Ava. I saw it. I reacted. I didn’t think. I just… stopped her.” Her gaze met Ava’s, a silent apology in its depths. “I kn
Debby’s mouth dropped open, a sound of protest catching in her throat. “A week? But she hit me!”“And you provoked it,” Principal Thorne cut her off, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Your actions are not excused by Cassy’s reaction. Now, for Cassy.” She paused, her gaze fixed on Cassy. “Given the severity of a physical altercation, and your previous disciplinary record…”Cassy flinched, her defiance momentarily cracking.“…I am suspending you for three days,” Principal Thorne continued, her voice grim. “And you will write a formal letter of apology to Debby ”Cassy scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her. I”I just got back from a suspension and now another ? And I should Apologize to her? After she tried to hit Ava?”“It’s not about who was ‘right,’ Cassy,” Principal Thorne’s voice was weary. “It’s about maintaining order and preventing violence. You broke a rule, and there are consequences.” She then turned to Ava. “Ava, while you did not physically engage, your repeated
The college hallway hummed with the usual morning noise the rhythmic scuff of sneakers, the murmur of hurried conversations, the distant clang of a locker door. Ava, still feeling the quiet reassurance of Mason’s presence from yesterday,her mind drifting to Professor Davies’s cryptic feedback. “Room for refinement,” he’d written, a polite academic euphemism for "you missed the point entirely." She clutched her worn textbook, its spine soft with use, a small anchor in the swirling chaos.A sudden, jarring impact slammed into her shoulder, sending a jolt up her arm. Her textbook slipped, clattering to the floor, its pages splaying open like a startled bird. Ava stumbled, catching herself on a nearby locker, its cold metal biting into her palm. She spun, her eyes narrowing on the figure who’d collided with her. A student, unfamiliar, stood there, a sneer twisting her lips, dark hair falling across eyes that glittered with something sharper than accidental contact.“What was that fo







