LOGINJUNE;My brain still felt heavy even after I had spent hours in the shower letting the water cool my head. I sat at the dresser in my room, books spread out in front of me like a fortress. My eyebrows were puckered tight as I scribbled notes, flipped pages of the textbook, and the pen scratched loudly against the paper. The lamp Mariah had given me cast a warm golden glow over the pages, but I could barely focus. I didn’t know what it was, Selene’s words? Ronan’s offer to drive me home? It was really much for a day.My phone beeped somewhere deep in the sheets of my bed. I darted my eyes toward it, then I looked back to my books, ignoring the phone.My pen kept moving. Scratching consistently, lips moving softly muttering some lines from the textbook opened before me.The phone beeped again. Then a third time, almost immediately.I spun fully on the low fur stool, my cream night robe swaying lightly around my thighs. The phone screen glowed from under the messy sheets like it was be
JUNE;She dabbed the sides of her red, puffy eyes with her perfectly manicured fingers trying to regain control, mascara smudged slightly at the corners. The moment her eyes landed on me, and saw it was me standing there, her expression changed to that ugly smirk she had on the registration day. The sadness melted away, replaced by a cold, sharp smirk that curled one side of her lips. Not the surprise way she had gawked at me at the party when I walked down the stairs.I had wanted to apologize for ruining her party but nothing ever got me ready to bump into her in the bathroom. I took a few automatic steps back, my hand tightening lightly around the handle of my tote bag, while I waited for my words to form. All I could feel was regret, if only I had asked questions, I wouldn’t have found myself at the party.“Well, well,” Selene said, her voice sweet but dripping with poison. “If it isn’t the little stepsister seeking attention. How touching.”She already knew? I could only imag
JUNE;The first class had ended a few minutes ago, and the hallway buzzed with students rushing to their next lectures or hurrying off to lunch. I stood outside the door, contemplating where to head. I had left the house too early, and Mariah had called out in her usual manner, but I was running late. And now? My stomach rumbled a little too loudly, I needed food and I also needed to see Teacher Harold afterwards. Matthew turned to me with that easy, warm smile of his and said, “Come on, let’s get something proper to eat today. My treat.” He stood, adjusting his backpack. I hesitated for half a second, Ronan’s words still clung to my mind, but he was already walking beside me, matching my steps. I couldn't say no, I couldn’t discharge him either. Unlike other days when I would quickly grab something cheap from the affordable side of the canteen, long wooden benches, simple tables with light linens, and food I could carry away in a paper bag, but today felt different. I usually
JUNE;The night air wrapped around me the moment I stepped onto the balcony, cool and soft against my skin. I hadn’t even known this place existed until earlier in the day when I ran out of Ronan’s room, the younger maid stood there with a mopstick in hand, door open.And now, I felt stuck being inside my bedroom and wanted fresh air at all costs. I remembered the door I had seen earlier, the one at the far end of the hallway that I had assumed led to another bedroom. I pushed the door gently and it opened instead into this quiet escape, overlooking the city and everything beyond it.I pulled my cream-colored robe tighter around myself before easing into the swing chair. It dipped slightly under my weight, swaying gently as my feet lifted off the floor. The motion was slow, soothing, almost enough to quiet the restless thoughts in my head. Tall buildings of the estate sending distant lights to the balcony, nothing like the vicinity I just left a few moments ago. The air here smelle
JUNE;“No, mom,” I said into the phone, “It's nothing I can't handle. Right now I'm headed to Mary's,”Her voice rose from the other end, concerned and worried. I knew how paranoid she could get about little things, and the last thing I wanted was to drag her through that route again. That part of her stemmed from Dad's abandonment and rejection, now that she was becoming alive again, I wouldn't stand in the way of that,“June… Mariah would give you a spare key once you return to the house… Your stepfather told me everything and he's truly sorry for Ronan’s actions,” she tried harder to pacify me.I nodded, like she could see me. My words had become hitched. “Your stepdad and I will be back in a couple of days… He’s setting up a new business over here. I miss you, my darling…”I tried to speak but my throat had gone dry. “I miss you too, Mom,” I managed to say. She ended the call after reminding me she was only a phone call away until she was back. I pulled the phone off my ear.
RONAN;I stood there, right behind the door of my room, chest heaving as if I had just run a marathon. Just when I thought I was mending things, just when I believed I was standing in the gap for her, as a stepbrother, or maybe more than I could admit, everything came crashing down around me.I had hoped we could have a normal talk when she woke up. Just sit on the edge of the bed, hand her the coffee, explain how Matthew kept pushing those drinks on her like he had some plan. Maybe even ask how well she really knew that guy. But no. She ruined it the second her eyes opened. Worst of all, she ran off right in the middle of everything. My heart twisted hard in a way I couldn’t control the moment she yanked the door open and stepped into the hallway. The argument had been heated, our voices loud and sharp, but I only wanted her to see things from my side. Was that too much to ask?The door slammed shut behind her with a loud bang that echoed in my ears, leaving me confused behind it.







