After dinner, I caught sight of Jazper Ray talking with Hunter near the porch. I didn’t want to interrupt, so I quietly made my way to his room. Luckily, it wasn’t locked.
I slipped inside and lay down on the bed. A dull ache in my back reminded me how exhausted I actually was.
Staring up at the ceiling, I let my thoughts wander. So much had happened since I met Jazper Ray. Things I didn’t ask for. Things I didn’t expect. I used to be carefree, the kind of girl who laughed easily, who didn’t carry the weight of anyone but herself.
Now? Now I was carrying him too, his mess, his past, his damage. And somehow, I felt like if I could fix him, maybe I’d feel whole too.
Is that what love is? Trying to heal someone else just so you can breathe again?
What else had changed?
I wasn’t like this before. I wasn’t this serious. Life used to feel light, kind of fun, even. A little chaotic, a little empty, bu
"Alright, give me that freaking apple."I watched Ericka take it, chewing slowly before biting again."Just don’t tell Jazper Ray, alright?" she said.I covered my mouth, my stomach twisting.Is it possible? That Ericka witch… she’s even deceiving Jazper Ray now? Did she tell him he’s the father? Is she really that desperate to get him?I quietly closed the door, not wanting to hear another word."Audrey…"I froze where I stood.I closed my eyes. Please tell me she wasn’t the one who called me. Please… tell me it’s not him standing behind me. Please… please…"Audrey…"His voice was soft, so much softer than when we last met.It had been five days, but was I ready to see him?"What are you doing here?" There was concern in his tone.I slowly turned halfway, but he didn’t answer. "I’m with someone," I said inst
"Sleepyhead, stay here, okay? I’ll see you at six," Ivan said with a smile."Alright," I answered shortly and turned to walk away.He’d been insisting I go with him to the hospital. It was for his regular check-up — he does this once a month. I kept wondering why. Was he checking if he had HIV or something? The thought made me chuckle. Just five days ago, he’d been crying nonstop.Still, I was confused. Those friends of his wouldn’t even let me out, and now here I was, left behind while Sharmaine stayed in the condo doing her chores.Five days had passed, yet I couldn’t stop thinking about Jazper Ray. What had happened to him? Am I really a masochist? Because no matter what happened between us recently, part of me still worried. Was he thinking about me, too?I sighed and sat at the bottom of the stairs. Sleep was pulling me under again. Maybe it was because I barely slept at night — lying awake until late, m
I sat on the porch outside the hospital for a few minutes, trying to catch my breath. Things aren’t getting better. They’re just… not.“Sleepyhead.”Ivan dropped into the seat beside me, pulled something from his pocket, and lit up a cigarette.“I’ve been looking for you. Where did you go?”I just stared at him, that annoyed, do n’t-push-me kind of stare. I wasn’t sure if I was pissed at him for smoking, or because of what I’d just learned about Jazper Ray. Probably both.He took another drag. “Hey, what’s with the mood?” He moved the cigarette to his other hand, keeping it away from me.“I didn’t know you smoked,” I said flatly.He winked, that crooked smile in place. “Now you know.”The smell hit me again, sharp and suffocating. I coughed and waved the smoke away. “Ivan, can you not?”“Sure, sure. Sorry.” He stepped five paces back and leaned against a post, still smoking.And of course, now every woman passing on the street was staring at him, tall, handsome, one hand in his pock
My mood shifted instantly. It was funny, kind of, but also intense. Confusing and dangerous. What do they really know? What does he know?"Why aren't you eating, Audrey?" Sharmaine asked, watching me closely.I looked at her but ignored the question. "You still haven’t told me how you know me. Are you working for Jazper Ray? Did he send you to spy on me?"Ivan chuckled while scooping up some fried rice with his hand. "We're not Gibson’s spies. I would never work with him."Gibson. So that confirmed it. They really knew Jazper Ray. Were they enemies? Or was he secretly behind all this?"Then who are you working for?" I asked, already tired of guessing.Ivan smirked. "Peping.""What?"Sharmaine rolled her eyes. "You're doing it again, Ivan! He means Ericka. He calls her Peping."I froze. The name hit me like a slap. I jumped to my feet. "Ericka? You're working with her?"So that's it. I'm not safe here.
“Jazper Ray?!” I screamed.But he didn’t stop.He kept running. He was with my friends. He didn’t even look back at me.“Jazper Ray! Why did you still choose them? I did everything for you, didn’t I? Jazper Ray!”Still, he didn’t stop. Didn’t turn around. Didn’t care.“You just used me, just like they did!” I cried, my voice breaking, my tears falling hard.“You just used me…”“They’re right… we’re the same.” I could hear myself yelling after him in my dream.“You used all of us! You’re selfish, Jazper Ray!”I didn’t know how the tears kept coming. I was exhausted, completely drained, and everything still hurt so much. When would it stop?“Hey… hey.”A gentle voice pulled me out of the darkness. I felt a hand lightly shaking me. When I opened my eye
He took me to a condo unit. The moment we stepped inside, a white woman with her hair in ponytails greeted us. She looked about my age, if it weren’t for the thick reading glasses that practically screamed “nerdy genius.”“Ivan!” she called out, voice laced with worry. “What happened to you? Why do you look like a wreck?”She rushed over, grabbed a towel, and tossed it to him. I stood frozen near the door, still processing.Ivan? So that’s his name. Now I know.“Same old, same old,” he muttered, catching the towel.The woman’s eyes suddenly shifted to me, and widened in shock. “Why are you with Audrey?”Wait, what?“You know me?” I asked, blinking. My voice cracked a little from the confusion.What is going on? Why do people keep recognizing me like we’ve met before? I racked my brain, searching their faces for even the slightest fam