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Chapter One — Static
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2025-05-10 04:23:27Chapter One — Static
It started the same way it always did.
Elena Grey sat motionless on the edge of her bed, her fingers digging into her thighs as if they could anchor her. Her lungs tightened, breath shallow. The room spun, yet nothing moved. The world was happening around her—but her body was locked in a storm only she could feel.
“Get out… I need to get out… I can’t be here…”
The words never made it past her lips.
She saw the room. She knew where she was. She was in her apartment—safe, quiet, warm. A lavender candle flickered nearby, her daughter’s soft breathing floated from the next room.
But inside her mind, it was chaos.
The past wasn’t just a memory. It was a living, breathing force.
Brandon’s voice echoed in her head, acidic and sharp.
“You’re pathetic.” “You’re worthless.” “You’re lucky I even married you.”
Her body remembered things she didn’t want it to—how his shadow stretched across their bedroom wall when he stumbled in drunk, how she learned to read his moods by the way the front door slammed shut. How the silence always felt more dangerous than his words.
Her heart pounded louder than her thoughts. Her vision blurred. Somewhere in the room, her phone buzzed, but she couldn’t reach for it.
“I’m not there. I’m not there,” she whispered to herself. But the terror didn’t care.
She rocked, back and forth. Static buzzed in her ears. Her brain screamed at her to run, but her body wouldn’t move. It never moved.
A sob caught in her throat. And then—
“Elena?”
The voice was real. Present. Not Brandon’s.
It was Lily, her best friend, her rock. She must have come over, probably saw Elena’s car still in the lot, knew something wasn’t right.
Elena blinked through the haze.
“I’m here,” Lily said softly. She sat down next to her, not touching, just breathing beside her. “You’re not alone. Breathe in for four. Ready?”
Elena couldn’t speak, but she nodded. Barely.
“One… two… three… four…”
Elena followed. She always did. Lily’s voice was her lighthouse in a blackout.
After a few rounds, the pressure eased. Just enough to remember she was in her bedroom. Not his. That the door was hers to lock. That her daughter was safe. That she wasn’t married anymore. That Brandon couldn’t drug her, or scream at her, or tell her she was a failure.
Not anymore.
Minutes passed. Maybe an hour. Elena couldn’t tell. Eventually, her body stopped shaking. Her tears dried into tight salt tracks on her cheeks.
Lily stood and walked to the kitchen.
“Want tea?” she asked.
Elena nodded.
As Lily left the room, Elena’s eyes drifted to the small framed photo on her nightstand—her and Lila at the park, Lila’s painted fingers smearing Elena’s cheek, both of them laughing.
That picture reminded her why she kept going.
She wasn’t healed. Not yet. Not even close.
But she was free.
And somewhere in the haze of panic and pain, she let herself imagine… maybe one day, she wouldn’t just survive. Maybe one day, she’d find something soft. Something steady. Maybe—love that didn’t hurt.
She didn’t know that the man who would change her life forever was about to knock on her door for the very first time.
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