LOGIN"I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilya smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to. "You either obey my every command, or watch as I ruin every last bit of the reputation you've toiled tirelessly to build. Don't push me too hard, East, or I'll unleash a storm that will render you breathless and begging for mercy and it won't be cute." As a pop star, Easton Reese had everything he had always hoped for: money, luxurious lifestyle, fame, and fans all across the globe who worshipped him like the idol that he was. But despite all this, Easton felt empty inside. Behind the happy smile he always wore on his face during the day, there was an excess of pain that he had to endure every night, in secret, where no one must know. Being punished for the crime his father had committed wasn't exactly what hurt him most; it was the fact that he was being punished by his childhood sweetheart, the same man he had once loved with all his heart.
View MoreEASTON November 2009—Crestview City (A continuation of the last chapter) • • • "Come on, get over here. You're running late," Mom said rather impatiently. She seemed to be running late for work herself; it wasn't like I asked her to take me to school or something. "Of course I am," I grumbled, tightening my grip on my backpack strap as I walked towards her car, holding my breath as she held the door wide open for me and shut it after I had settled in. Dropping my backpack on my thighs, patting the plastic box inside nervously as I looked out the window. I had been hoping I could use the cake as an excuse to talk to Ilya on the way to school. Why did Mom have to be a bitch right now? Ilya and I had never taken separate cars to school since he got here. So why now? What exactly is wrong with Mom? "Are you okay? You seem like you're not happy with me, honey. You didn't even come down for breakfast, are you still sick?" Mom asked immediately she slid behind the wheel,
EASTON November 2009—Crestview City Dear Easton 2.0, I think I hate my mom now. What should I do? This is only my second time writing to you. I know I promised I’d stop the first time I did, but I can’t. I don’t have anyone else to tell this to. I’m sad. Really sad. And it’s all because of her. Because of mom. Do you want to know what she did? Ever since last week—ever since Ilya told me he was scared—he’s been acting strange. Weird, even. He won’t come outside at night to skate anymore. He won’t even look at me sometimes. Sometimes he pretended not to hear me calling his name. This morning, when I went to his room to see if he was getting ready for school, he yelled at me. He told me to get out. He said never to come into his room again. It hurt. I thought he hated me. I thought my brother hated me. But then, when I went downstairs, I heard it. Mom’s voice. It wasn’t loud, but it sounded sharp and threatening and... and scary. She was warning Ilya. She told him that
EASTON October 2009—Crestview City Ilya was still a bit grumpy with me, but not as bad as before. He now spoke to me, and occasionally referred to me as his brother in front of the others. However, if I called him brother when we were alone, he would scold me severely. I wasn't sure why he did this, but it didn't bother me. I was more than happy with the little attention he gave me. Today, I was down with a fever, so Mom told me to stay home after the family doctor finished treating me. Mom was worried that my condition might worsen if I went to school. I didn't want to stay home, though, because I didn't want to be alone. Belinda, our housekeeper, was on leave, and the house was going to be boring with just me at home. "Please don't go," I pleaded, holding tightly onto Ilya's hand to prevent him from leaving my room. "I have to go to school. You're the one who's sick, not me," he sneered, glaring down at me. "You're heartless, brother," I pouted, threading our fing
EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City After the makeup artist finished with my hair and makeup, she left the room, leaving me alone in the dressing room to decide when I was ready to head to the interview room. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this interview. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to do it at all. My body hurt a lot, but what hurt even more was my heart. I couldn't shake the image of the scars on Ilya's back from my mind. It had been haunting me since the previous night. It hurt me so much to know that he was hurting in silence. But what hurt me even more was the fact that he didn't have anyone to care for him. Ilya didn't have anyone. He was alone; he had no family to worry about him. I wondered if it was wrong for me to worry about him this much after everything he had done to me. But I had hurt him first, so shouldn't this make us even? You could call me a hypocrite for wanting to protect him now, even though I had practically shut him out and turned my back on
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