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#18: No Rules In An Alley
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2026-05-05 21:29:47
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SIR #91: It Wasn’t About Him
I text Eli four times before noon and get nothing back. Not even the clipped, professional one word responses he’d normally manage even when he’s furious with me, the kind of restraint that used to make me want to throw something at his head purely for the audacity of staying composed while I fell apart. Nothing. I know exactly why, obviously. I’ve known since the second I saw his face through that glass partition, frozen for half a beat too long before he disappeared, and I’ve spent every hour since then sitting with a private kind of shame I haven’t handed to a single person, not Danielle, not my mother, not even Zeke, who was standing directly in the middle of the thing I’m currently ashamed of. Zeke, for his part, has gone quieter than I’ve ever seen him. He still shows up for training, still drives me to school, still does his job with the exact competence he’s always brought to it, but there’s a distance in it now that feels less like anger and more like guilt wearing the
SIR #90: Never Supposed To Find
Elias sets the duffel bag down just inside the door carefully and quietly, the same way he’s learned to move through rooms where the wrong sound at the wrong moment costs you something. Neither of them turns around. Neither of them hears the door click shut behind him. He walks the whole way home. It’s forty minutes, longer than the bus, longer than he has any good reason to choose on a night this cold, but he needs the distance to do something with the noise currently filling his skull, and walking has always worked better than sitting still ever has. He replays it the entire way, on a loop his brain refuses to switch off. Her hand fisting in Zeke’s shirt. The half second before either of them moved. The way Zeke went still and then didn’t stay still. He tells himself he has no right to be angry. He tells himself this with the specific, repetitive insistence of a man trying to talk himself down from a ledge he’s already standing on. He’s the one who lied for months. He’s the o
SIR #89: I Don't Need His Permission
The last three days have settled into a rhythm I didn’t expect and definitely didn’t ask for, where half my texts with Eli are about currency exchanges and dead men’s stolen identities, and the other half are just us, talking, the way we used to before everything came apart in that warehouse.《Chloe put superglue in my hairbrush,》 I text him somewhere around ten at night, still lying on my bed with my hair damp from the shower and considerably shorter in one section than I’d like to admit.《I’m going to need a photo of that,》 he writes back.《Absolutely not. My dignity has taken enough hits this week.》A pause, and then, 《I’m sorry. That’s still on me, all of it. If I hadn’t come into your life the way I did, none of that would be happening to you right now.》I roll my eyes at my own phone, which is a skill I’ve apparently developed recently, expressing exasperation at inanimate objects.《Eli. We both chose to go to war with her. I threw the first real punch when I suggested using her
SIR #88: I Need To Go
The gym is nearly empty by the time Elias gets there, the afternoon session already wrapped, a handful of stragglers finishing up on the far side of the room. He finds Lucia and Zeke crowded around the bench near the smaller ring, the same bench where he spent weeks teaching her hip throws and watching her get progressively less terrible at falling without hurting herself, and something about the location settles wrong in his chest before he’s even close enough to hear what they’re saying.“Show me again,” Zeke says, and Lucia holds the phone out toward him, her jaw tight in a way Elias recognizes from months of watching her manage fear by refusing to look afraid.Elias crosses the last few feet and leans in over Zeke’s shoulder without asking permission. Zeke doesn’t tell him to back off, which is its own small data point.The photo is exactly what she described over text. Her, mid argument, in the school hallway taken from directly across the row of lockers.“Timestamp’s clean,” Ze
SIR #87: Over A Dress
I’ve read the same text about eleven times now, which is objectively pathetic for something that says exactly nothing romantic and everything practical.《Give me another hour, I’ll have something more solid.》That’s it. That’s the entire content of the message currently living rent free in my head as Zeke drives me to school. Not exactly poetry. And yet I keep pulling my phone out under my blazer sleeve, keep rereading the two words that came after it, be careful, and keep feeling something warm and entirely unwelcome unfold in my chest every single time.“You’re doing the thing again,” Danielle says, sliding into the seat beside me the second I walk into homeroom.“What thing.”“The phone thing. The little smile you do when you think nobody’s looking.” She leans in, eyes bright with the specific hunger of someone who has been starved of actual gossip for three whole weeks. “Who is he.”“There is no he.”“Lucia.”“Danielle.”“You’ve checked your phone four times since you sat down and
SIR #86: The Ghost In My Name
A/N: I’ve actually been writing these chapters for a while and hoarding them instead of publishing them, so I figured this was the perfect time to finally let them out and dedicate them. These chapters are dedicated to Eliza who has been here chapter after chapter, comment after comment, cheering me on, encouraging me, and making this whole writing journey feel so much less lonely. And then you CREATED A SONG for I Hate You Too!!! Like… girl. What am I supposed to do with that? 😭❤️ Thank you for being so ridiculously supportive and thank you for loving this story as much as you do. I genuinely love you so much and you’re one of those readers I know I’ll remember long after this book is finished. These chapters are yours. P.S. Guys ,I’d really love it if you go check out The Ghost In My Name on Youtube, like the video, and drop reviews about the book. ~ Elias doesn’t sleep. He hangs up the phone, sits on the edge of his bed for exactly as long as it takes to register that his
SIR #52: Hands Where I Can See Them
The sight of Maya on our couch with her legs crossed, looking like she’s waiting for room service, snaps something inside me and I just move. I cross the living room in three strides, my hands already curling into fists, ready to wipe that calm smile off her face with every ounce of rage that’s b
Last Updated : 2026-04-05SIR #54: I'm Fucking Sorry
Maya stands frozen under the bright lights of the Red Room, her chest rising and falling too fast, eyes wide with the kind of shock that only comes when every careful plan collapses in the same heartbeat. Blood is drying on my arms, sticky and warm, but none of it is mine. The bodies of her men lie
Last Updated : 2026-04-05SIR #55: You Know I'm Right
Maya jerks backward from the impact, the bullet tearing through the meat of her shoulder. She staggers two steps with her right hand clamping over the wound and blood already seeping between her fingers. The knife she’d pulled from her boot clatters to the floor. Her eyes are wide and locked on the
Last Updated : 2026-04-05SIR Epilogue
The bedroom door is barely closed before David's hands are on me, sliding up under the thin silk of my robe as he backs me against the wall.I tilt my head back against the cool plaster, letting him kiss down the column of my throat while my fingers work the buttons of his shirt open. His skin is s
Last Updated : 2026-04-05
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