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#7: Whole Lot Of Time

Author: Aria Steele
last update publish date: 2026-04-30 01:43:52

Three days is apparently how long my parents need to decide that the world is safe enough for me to eat breakfast in it again.

I spent Saturday mostly in bed, which I allowed because my body requested it in terms I couldn’t argue with, and Sunday I spent on the window seat in my room with a sketchbook I barely touched and a cup of tea that went cold three times. My mother came in and out with things, food, extra blankets, the kind of gentle hovering she does when she’s worried
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  • SIR   #58: Whatever The Provocation

    Elias presses his forehead against the bus’s cold glass as he retraces the last fourteen days. He spent his two-week medical leave in a cramped, damp apartment waiting to heal, all while the memory of Lucia slamming her bedroom door on his face played an endless loop in his head.He wonders how she’s managing, though. He knows she’s too stubborn to let the world see her break, but he can’t help but worry about her, given everything he’s put her through lately. He checks the black brace beneath his uniform trousers as he admits to himself that he deserves every bit of the silent treatment she’s dishing out.He probably also deserves the bullet her father chose not to fire.The bus screeches to a halt across from Westerfield Academy gates. He tries to recall if the school always looked this intimidating all the times he took the bus before. He steps down onto the pavement, his left leg aching still slightly aching even through the piles of pain meds he shoved down his throat this mornin

  • SIR   #57: I Tried

    “We need to get her into therapy, David,” my mother’s voice drifts up the hallway as I make my way downstairs in the morning . “I think she needs professional help. Since she got back, she’s not eating properly, she doesn’t speak to anyone and she barely leaves her room.” I pause on the bottom step, leaning my head against the cool molding, listening to my parents’ voices as they construct a fortress of clinical solutions around my life.“Don’t you think it’s a little extreme, though?” Dad argues. “Maybe she just needs a little time to come to terms with what happened. Besides, you know your daughter very well. She won’t easily agree to this.”“That’s exactly the problem!” Mom’s whisper is slightly raised now. “She agrees with everything these days. ‘Are you hungry?’ ‘Yes Mom’. ‘Are you skipping school today?’ ‘Yes Dad’. ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ Yes yes yes! It’s almost like she’s operating on autopilot and that is not the daughter we raised!” A brief pause. “What if they… Davi

  • SIR   #56: Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

    He left anyway.I lie on my back in the dark room at 3:47am, staring at the ceiling, and that is the thought that keeps completing itself no matter how many times I try to redirect.Eli left anyway. I told him I wouldn’t say a word to my father, I handed him the one thing he came into this house terrified of losing, and he packed whatever he owns that fits in a bag and walked out four days ago without looking back.I know because I heard the door.I wasn’t going to look. I had decided, very firmly, that I was not going to stand at my window and watch him go like some tragic heroine in a film I would normally mock. And then I heard the door and I was at the window before the decision could catch up with the instinct. I watched the tail lights of his cab disappear down the service road, and then I went back to bed and I have barely left this room since.The thing is… I’m not sad.I keep waiting for sad and it doesn’t arrive. What I have instead is this strange, flat numbness that

  • SIR   #55: Wrath Of A Reid

    The hallway outside David Reid’s office is twelve feet long and Elias has walked it approximately four hundred times since he took this job, but it has never felt quite this long before. He spent the last three days in the medical wing while a doctor he had never met stitched his calf and rebandaged his chest, and he used every one of those hours trying to construct a version of events that David would accept. The problem with constructing lies for a man like David Reid is that David has spent four decades in rooms full of people lying to him and has consequently developed a sensitivity to it that borders on supernatural. The uncle story is dead. Elias knows that. What he needs now is something that sits close enough to the truth that David’s instincts don’t fire, but far enough from it that the full picture stays buried. He knocks twice and opens the door. David is sitting behind his desk, staring down at a stack of financial portfolios before looking up with freezing intensit

  • SIR   #54: You Blinked

    Eli watches Carver pause with his finger staying completely still against the trigger. A slow smile spreads across his thin lips as he looks at Lucia for a long, quiet moment. “You really have your father’s flair for dramatic negotiation, Miss Reid,” Carver says in a slightly annoyed tone. “Very well. Let’s make a deal... I spare the boy’s life right here, and in exchange, you walk away with us without causing any more trouble.” Like hell. “No,” Eli says immediately. “We have a deal,” Lucia says as she steps forward, ignoring Eli entirely. Eli feels a sudden wave of pure panic crash through his chest. He knows Carver’s patterns better than anyone, and he instantly recognizes the proposal for what it really is: complete and utter bullshit. The second Lucia steps past that door and is locked in the back of a van, Carver will turn around and put a bullet directly between his eyes. “What?!” Eli tries to lunge forward but is pushed back to his knees by the guard in front of h

  • SIR   #53: What's It Gonna Be?

    “Well, well, well.”The voice comes from somewhere behind the cluster of men, cutting through the noise. The men pull back, not all the way but enough, and the grey-haired man in the expensive suit walks through the space they leave him unhurriedly, looking at the two of us with genuine entertainment.“Long time no see, Arden,” he says pleasantly. “I have to say, I didn’t anticipate the ear. That is commitment.”How the hell does Eli know this man?Eli is on his knees, breathing carefully. He looks at the man with an expression that is not fear and not defeat and is, in fact, the most purely homicidal thing I have ever seen on a human face.“Fuck you, Carver,” he says through blood stained teeth. “We both know I’m the one you want. Let her go.”​“Aw… how cute. I actually admire the profound love you two share,” the man – Carver – says, a cold smirk on his thin lips as he stops beside Eli’s unmoving body. “It is really quite touching. A true tragedy, though.”​I try to break free, twis

  • SIR   FIFTY-SIX: Tell Me How You're Going To Ruin Me

    Author's Note: Life update/a word of thanks! Between posting the last chapter just a few days ago and posting the chapter now, we’ve surpassed 900 subscribers and are now past 1000. Unbefuckinglievable! Thank you guys so much. I just wanted to let you know how much y

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-23
  • SIR   FOURTY-SEVEN: We're Not Allowed To Know That

    Fourty minutes later, I am helping Theo and Marcus pack the car, while Harlan is walking the perimeter with David and going over their plans one last time.Once Theo made his teasing comment of me ‘using my magic to reset the angry boss’, the conversations between me and the guys went back to

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-22
  • SIR   TWENTY-SEVEN: David... Is That Blood?!

    I call Nico from the house phone a few minutes after David leaves, explaining that I’m at his place, and I don’t think I’ll be back at the club. He drops my things off a little while later, exchanging a minimal conversation with Marcus, who is now stationed at the door.David doesn’t contact

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-19
  • SIR   THIRTEEN: I Won't Be Easy On You Tonight

    The office day is stilted, to say the least.David doesn’t speak to me again, and I don’t speak to him again. I just do my work, clock off at 5.30pm, and march out of the building.I speak to Marcus on the way home about spending the night at my ‘friend’s house’, i.e. my night job. Sel is

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-17
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