MasukGreg takes a breath, visibly trying to remain patient. “I was trying to protect you.” “There it is,” I mutter. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You deciding what’s best for everybody.” Greg stares at me. “You think I wanted to do this?” “I think you crossed a line.” His expression darkens slig
JenI wake with a start, disoriented by the unfamiliar brightness pouring through the curtains. For a moment, I just blink up at the ceiling, my body heavy and sore, my mind foggy from restless sleep. My ribs are aching. My shoulder is throbbing from where the bruises still stain my skin. Every move
“But—” “I’m here.” I gently press her hand against my chest so she can physically feel my heartbeat beneath my shirt. “I’m alive.” Jen’s breathing hitches. “I’m safe,” I continue quietly. “And most importantly—you’re safe too.” Her eyes squeeze shut briefly as another tear slips free. I wipe it awa
I don’t remember falling asleep. One moment, I had been wiping down the kitchen counters after cleaning up the remains of the little welcome home party, and the next, I am lying beside Jen in the dark, exhaustion dragging me under harder than I had expected. The apartment is silent except for the di
Robin points dramatically toward the banner. “We decorated.” “And by decorated,” Wren corrects, “we mean fought with tape for forty minutes.” Jen’s hand flies up to cover her mouth as she laughed carefully to avoid hurting her jaw. I look at her quietly. The smile on her face is genuine. Not forced
The hospital discharge papers are sitting folded neatly in my hand as I walk slowly beside Jen through the corridor. Days. It has taken days before the doctors were finally satisfied enough to let her go home. Even now, I can see the exhaustion written all over her face. The bruising along her jaw
GregAs I lay in this stupid hospital bed contemplating everything the doctor comes in to see me and discuss my discharge from the hospital hopefully in the next few days. I’m hoping I get to go home. It’s all depending on scan results and rehabilitation with my breaks. Just before the doctor starts
I take hold of her hand with my good one and give it a comforting squeeze. “I’m grateful that you came Jen, and I wouldn’t have blamed you if you didn’t come. I had just read our text history just before you came in.” “You did?” She seems surprised with my action. Nodding, “Yeah, I did, and Jen I
But if what everyone is saying true then I can only expect another punch in the face from him for hurting his sister again. I just don’t understand if what everyone is saying true then how come Chase and I are still friends? I know he wouldn’t betray his twin sister by staying friends with me. Afte
GregWhat the fuck has happened in the last two years? Why would I be stupid enough to break up with the girl I know is the one who I am meant to be with? I just wish someone would give me straight answers. I asked everyone to leave a little after I got Andrea kicked out and to never come back. But







