LOGINA few weeks later, Ariel walked to the lecture hall, her eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on a familiar figure walking ahead of her.
“Stacy!” She called, waving. The girl in question grinned, her ginger curls bouncing with each step she took. Stacy was Ariel’s only friend aside from Daniel. “Do you have a minute?” Ariel smiled as she stopped in front of her. “For you? Always.” Stacy replied. “You okay? You look kinda… tense” “I’m fine.” Ariel replied quickly. “I just wanted to ask you something. Do you think you could help me find a part time job?” Stacy blinked, then broke into a mischievous smile. “Oh my goodness, Ariel. Is that why you're so tense?” Ariel nodded. “Kinda. I didn’t know how to ask you about it.” “We're friends, so feel free to ask for my help with anything. I never hesitate to ask you to help me when I need help, do I?” “That’s true,” Ariel admitted with a smile. “You had no problem asking me to proofread your entire sociology assignment at 3 AM last month.” “Exactly! And you came through like a champ.” Stacy said, playfully nudging Ariel’s shoulder. “That’s what friends do.” Ariel stared at the floor nervously. She wasn’t used to asking others for assistance. When things got tough after her dad died, she learned to be self sufficient, to figure things out on her own rather than burden others with her problems. “So, you finally decided to join the workforce?” Stacy added, curiosity evident in her voice. Ariel gave a small laugh. “Yeah… something like that.” “Is everything okay at home?” Stacy’s expression was filled with concern. “I know moving back with your mom and stepdad was a big change.” Ariel hesitated. “It’s complicated. I just need some financial independence and something to keep me outdoors, that’s all.” “Well… you're in luck. My uncle owns a few businesses around town. One of them is this bar and casino… don't freak out! And they're looking for someone to help out in the evenings.” Ariel hesitated, her brows furrowed. “A casino?” “Relax, you're not working at the casino, just the bar. You know, serving drinks… nothing shady. I work there too, so you're safe.” She nudged Ariel playfully. “You'll get to see my awesome face all the time.” “I don’t know, Stacy. What if I mess up?” “Everyone messes up their first few shifts,” Stacy shrugged. “I dropped an entire bottle of expensive wine on my second night.” “That doesn’t exactly inspire confidence.” Ariel said with a nervous laugh. “The point is, they’re understanding. Plus, the tips are amazing on weekends.” Ariel was quiet for a moment before saying, “I'm very surprised, I didn't expect to find a job this fast.” “Perks of knowing people in high places,” Stacy said with a wink. “Seriously though, I'll talk to the manager. If he says yes… and trust me, he will… you could even start tonight. I'll text you the details after class.” “Tonight?” Ariel’s eyes widened. “That’s really soon.” “No time like the present! Besides, we have a big poker tournament tonight, so we could use the extra hands.” Stacy checked her watch. “Shoot, I’m going to be late for Professor Wilson’s lecture. That man locks the door exactly two minutes after class starts.” “Thank you, Stacy. Really.” Ariel said sincerely. “Don't mention it.” Stacy threw an arm around her shoulders. “Just promise you won’t ditch me once you get rich.” “Chill, it's only a part time job, not a million dollar contract.” “You never know,” Stacy grinned. “Right, because bartending is such a gateway to stardom.” Ariel rolled her eyes. “Hey, you’d be surprised what connections you can make in that place.” Stacy insisted. They laughed together as they walked to their various classes. _____ **FLASHBACK** A few weeks ago, Ariel sat on the couch at home, her ankle propped up on a cushion and a warm cup of tea in her hands. Her mother sat on a small stool, applying ointment on Ariel’s foot. “You're not going back to the dorm, are you?” Her mother asked softly. Ariel glanced up. “Mom, we both agreed I'd go back once my ankle is healed. So why are you asking that?” “We don't live very far from your college, besides Daniel goes from home.” Susan paused, her hand resting on Ariel’s foot. “I just miss having you here. You've changed so much…” “You've got Richard though.” Her mom sighed softly, focusing intently on the ankle. “Richard works late most nights. The house feels empty without you.” “Is everything okay between you two?” Ariel asked carefully. Susan looked away. “We’re fine. Marriages have their ups and downs.” “You don’t seem happy, mom.” “I understand if you don’t wanna stay.” Her mother said, deliberately changing the subject. Ariel understood her mom didn’t wanna talk about him. She was no stranger to the fact that her mom doesn’t love Richard. Ariel didn’t want to pry, didn’t want to force her mother to talk about it if she didn’t want to. Ever since her dad died, her mom stopped smiling as much as she used to. So if moving back here would make her mom happy, then fine. “I’ll move back,” Ariel said after a long silence. “I don’t want you to be lonely. But promise you’re gonna at least try to accept Richard. He loves you, even with all his flaws, it's clear that he does.” Susan’s eyes lit up, she got up and hugged Ariel gently. “Thank you, baby. You have no idea how happy I am right now.” “And?” Ariel pulled back, staring at her mom. “And I’ll try to make things work with Richard.” “Alright now you can hug me.” Ariel laughed, opening her arms wide. Even though Ariel didn’t say it out loud, a part of her also craved the comfort of home, and she missed spending time with her mom. **END OF FLASHBACK**The first one said: “23 hours, Ariel. Have you decided yet? Time is moving faster than you think.”The second one was even colder: “Remember, it is either him or you. It’s his career or your entire future. You have to choose wisely.”The third message was like a set of instructions: “The pills are very small. Just slip them into his desk drawer when he isn't looking, notify me when you’ve done that. Then, an anonymous tip will go to the campus police. It is very simple. One small move and your problems go away forever.”Ariel’s hands began to shake so violently that she almost dropped the phone on the floor. She reached into her backpack and pulled out the small plastic bag of white pills. She held them up to the light and stared at them. They looked so tiny. It was hard to believe that such small, round things could hold such massive, life-changing consequences for someone she loved.“I can’t do this,” she whispered to the empty room, her eyes filling with tears. “I can’t frame him.
Ariel laid perfectly still inside her room, staring at the ceiling. She had not slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the same thing: images of her life falling apart, her mother’s crying face, and Luther being led away in handcuffs. The piercing sound of her morning alarm finally began to blare from her nightstand. It felt like a physical blow to her head.Ariel reached out with a trembling hand and silenced the noise. Her phone was right there, lying beside her pillow like a venomous snake. She had been checking it obsessively every twenty minutes throughout the long, dark night. She had been waiting for the next strike, the next threatening message from the person who was so determined to tear her world down.The 48-hour deadline was no longer a far-off problem. It was now less than 24 hours away. The clock was ticking, and with every second, the weight on her chest grew heavier, making it hard to even take a deep breath. “Twenty-four hours,” she whispered into the empty,
Ethan followed her inside, he sat down at the kitchen counter awkwardly, while Susan busied herself with the kettle.“I hope you enjoyed dinner with us the other night,” Susan said gently, glancing over her shoulder as she arranged the cups.“Yes, ma’am. Thank you for having me,” Ethan replied, his voice softening slightly.Susan set down a steaming cup of tea in front of him. “Ethan, can I ask you something? And I need you to be honest with me.”“Of course,” Ethan said, leaning slightly forward.“Has Ariel seemed… different to you today?” Susan asked, studying him carefully.Ethan’s chest lifted with relief that someone else noticed. “Yes! She’s been really distant. Won’t talk to me, avoids my calls. I thought maybe Daniel said something to her, but I don’t know… something feels off. She’s… different, and I don’t know why.”Susan nodded slowly. “Daniel’s been worried about her too. Something’s wrong, but she won’t tell us.”Ethan’s voice dropped, almost a whisper. “Do you think it’s
Ethan sat at the dining table in the Cross mansion, pushing his food around his plate without much interest. His mind was elsewhere, racing with a thousand thoughts about Ariel. She hadn’t spoken to him properly all day, and he hadn’t even been able to reach her on the phone. Each passing hour without her words felt like an eternity. He poked at the mashed potatoes again, sighing, wishing he could simply teleport to her side.“Ethan, sweetheart, you’ve barely touched your food. Are you feeling alright?” Eleanor, his mother, asked softly, placing a hand over his and giving him a concerned look.Ethan glanced up at her, forcing a weak smile. “I’m fine, Mom. Really. Just… tired, I guess.”Reginald, his father, raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with a knowing expression. “You don’t look fine, Ethan. You look distracted. Is it about that girl you’ve been seeing? The one everyone seems to talk about?”Ethan’s fork clattered to the plate as he set it down, a flash of irritation cr
She pictured Luther’s face… not the professor in a suit, but the man in his apartment, the man whose eyes held such a fierce, protective spark. He’d hate her forever if he found out she betrayed him like this.“But if I don’t…”She pictured the alternative: the explicit photos of them together plastered across the internet. Her mother would find out. The shock would devastate her. Her step-father, Richard, wouldn't just be angry; he would use this against her, against her mother, perhaps even kicking them out. She’d be expelled from school. Luther would be fired anyway when the photos went public.“At least this way, only he’d suffer the immediate consequences. Not both of us. Not my mother.”But that thought made her physically sick. She pressed her knuckles against her temples, trying to force the rational choice. It wasn't a choice between right and wrong; it was a choice between her life and his.She almost called Luther. Her finger hovered over his contact… professor Grayson. One
Ariel was currently sitting with Stacy in the cafeteria, however, the morning was dull. She had barely touched her breakfast plate. Her focus was entirely on her phone resting on the table. The message was still there, a digital poison: “Do what I ask. Or everyone finds out.”“Girl, you’ve been staring at that phone like it’s going to explode,” Stacy said, pushing her own plate away with a sigh. She leaned closer, her voice dropping. “What’s going on? And don’t say ‘nothing’ because I know you better than that. You’ve barely spoken since you got here.”Ariel managed a stiff, strained smile, the effort of which made her cheek muscles ache. “Just… family stuff,” she mumbled, her eyes still flicking to the phone screen. She picked up her fork, stirring the eggs pointlessly, trying to look normal. Her heart hammered against her ribs.Stacy’s expression softened. “That’s terrible what happened?”“I’m fine. Really. Just tired,” Ariel insisted, turning her body slightly to shield the phone f







