ログインJUNE;I tried for once not to worry my head today. A lot had happened and was happening. My head and my life had become a rollercoaster that most times I felt I couldn’t handle. But for today, I wasn’t letting any wild thoughts get between my thoughts of Ronan. Even when I thought of Selene’s words earlier today… “I think Natalie has something against the Graysons”. For a split second, I had wondered how and what it could be. And why she chose to show herself to me. Trouble was looming, I could smell it. But as long as I had Ronan, as long as we had each other, that was all that mattered now. My phone beeped on the desk. I walked back to it, skeptical about who could be texting me, eyebrows furrowed. I picked it up. It was him. Ronan. My lips parted at once as I read the text message. He was reminding me how lonely he felt because I had insisted on running off to work, especially with his bandaged head. The last part made me laugh. I dropped the basket of books in my hand and type
JUNE;I walked out of the library’s bathroom and back into the storage room, but nothing around here seemed to be working out. My mind was far from the dusty books surrounding me, I walked over to my desk, but sitting was worse, I had barely been able to keep him off my mind since I got to work. The way we fucked like we had nothing to be worried about, the way his cock slid in and out of my tight pussy, stretching me out. I had walked in to tell him about the accident, about Selene and Natalie, but the body wants what it wants.I shook my head, trying to focus on the registration cards that needed stamping. But each time my pussy brushed against the hardness of the wooden seat, it throbbed, reminding me of what I had done.So, I stood and walked over to the shelves; maybe arranging the catalog cards would be easier. My hands started moving slowly over the old catalog cards. But my mind flew back to the mansion, back in Ronan’s bedroom, where his touch still lingered on my skin. My
JUNE;I walked back into Ronan’s bedroom angrily, my feet stomping against the floor. I pushed the door shut behind me and turned the lock with a loud click, ready to have a long talk without distraction. Ronan sat up from the bed, his eyes widening a little as he saw the look on my face.“What happened?” he asked, trying to sit up straighter against the pillows.I had a lot. A lot to say, to let out, so much that my words faltered at first. I dragged in a long breath, and let it out. “Natalie,” I said. “She was at the hospital!” Ronan pulled off the bed at once, so fast I feared his head might bang. I stretched forth a hand to hold him in place, but he gave me that look, the one that asked if I was being serious.I stood there, an inch away from him, my hands shaking at my sides. “Tell me what really happened that night. The night you drove off from Romy’s place. Don’t lie to me, Ronan. I’m tired of all the secrets.” My voice rolled out in firm waves.He rubbed his hand over his
JUNE;I leaned closer to the guest bathroom door, my ear pressed gently against the heavy wood. Selene’s voice came through in low, hurried whispers. “You had no business showing up at the hospital!” she mumbled. “And now you say that girl saw you? That’s bad for us… For you, not us.” She paused.I held my breath, my heart beating so hard I could feel it in my throat. My fingers curled against the doorframe as I listened.“Look, it’s too bad you dragged me into this… How did I… How did you even get me involved in this?” she mumbled on.My heart twisted, like a knife was being twisted there. This shouldn’t be true. Maybe my ears were deceiving me. But then my head rested too hard on the door and it creaked, making that small sound.“I have to go… Talk to you later.” Selene ended the call.I stood there, my legs too heavy to move. The words sat cold in my stomach. Then she pushed the door open and came face to face with me, guilt written all over her face. But she was still Selene Arkw
JUNE; The mansion felt almost different after just a few days I had stayed away, and now I was back here. Head banging from the chaos I had just witnessed, and Natalie? Why was she there at the hospital? What if she alerted the press? Then a hand pulled lightly on my arm, it was Mariah. Her smile was the brightest when I met her eyes, her eyes glistening as she helped bring Ronan to his bedroom. And Selene? I wondered why she was still here. She had driven to the mansion behind us in her car. The moment she pulled up in the driveway, Mom stood there waiting for her to come down. My stomach rumbled low, twisted in that ugly manner. I looked away at once, my hand circling Ronan’s arm as we took him upstairs. Mariah pulled me into a warm hug, whispering into my ear, “Good to have you back,” then squeezed my hand a little. For a second none of us spoke. Ronan kept adjusting on his bed. I stood there watching him act as if he had truly lost his mind. Ronan was a stellar actor, Gos
JUNE;The front porch of the hospital was unusually crowded with people. At first, I had no idea who was who, or what was happening, but Mom’s hands circled mine tightly as she whispered the press into my ear. My eyes went wide. They swarmed around Mr. Grayson, poking microphones and cameras into the air like weapons. Was this what he meant whenever he said the press would attack? They gathered like a swarm of bees, ready to sting.Mom tugged me harder, pulling me like some secret agent toward the cars parked in the lot. I had never experienced anything like this, my feet stumbled on the pavement as I watched the reporters almost lynching my stepdad to death with their questions. Flashes went off nonstop, lighting up the evening like fireworks. We moved fast, weaving between parked cars, it was only safer because Ronan was already in one of the vehicles. The nurses and the driver had helped pull him through before the swarm of reporters arrived.Mom exhaled heavily when we got close
JUNE;The library was almost filled to the brim with students getting ready for the forthcoming exams. Heads bent low over open books, pens held in fingers and scribbling on notepads, pages flipping steadily. Soft murmurs and occasional sighs filled the library as everyone tried to soak in as much
JUNE; “June,” he finally said, his voice low and rough, almost like it hurt to push the word out. He took another half-step closer, then paused again. “I… I didn’t know if you’d want to see me.” His fingers still tapping the key, like it was the only thing keeping him sane. I let go of the doo
JUNE.I was already having a bad day by the time I got home.No, before I got home. It started the moment I stepped out of that hall.The laughter still rang in my ears, sharp and loud, like it had followed me all the way out of the school gates. Even now, sitting at the back of the sleek black SUV
JUNE.My phone buzzed in my hand.Mom.Again.I stared at the screen for a second before answering. “I’m still in line,” I said softly, almost whispering.“June,” her voice came through, soft but tight, like she was trying not to panic. “You said it wouldn’t take long. Your stepfather will be here







