تسجيل الدخولChapter 224 The AssemblyThe auditorium was packed to the walls.Leon had sat in this room for four years of morning announcements and award ceremonies, but he had never seen it like this. Every seat was taken. Students lined the aisles. Teachers stood along the back wall with their arms folded. In the front rows sat the trustees in dark suits, and at the center of them, perfectly composed, Principal Hargrove, with a leather folder resting on his knee.Leon's family took seats near the front. His mother held his hand so hard it hurt. His father sat on his other side, spine straight, eyes fixed on the stage like a man waiting for a verdict.Aaron wasn't with them. He had gone straight to the side door with his father's binder under his arm, and Leon hadn't seen him since.The lights dimmed. The murmur died.Hargrove rose and walked to the podium with the slow, benevolent step of a man who had given this kind of speech many times.“Good morning, Crestwood.”His voice was warm, grave, a
Chapter 223The Night BeforeBy midnight, the thread had been shared four hundred times.Leon sat on the edge of his bed with his phone face down on the blanket, because looking at it made his hands shake. Downstairs, the low murmur of his parents' voices drifted up through the floorboards. Someone had made a screenshot of the notebook pages and added a caption in cheerful pink letters. Someone else had posted a poll.*Who else guessed?*His door opened without a knock. His father stood there in his shirtsleeves, and the look on his face made Leon sit up.“I need to tell you something,” Matthias said. “Before you hear it from anyone else.”“Dad...”“Those pages did not come from nowhere.” He stepped inside and closed the door softly behind him. “I did not leave the notebook where Principal Hargrove could take it. But I did show it to him.”Leon went cold.“In September,” his father said. His voice was steady, but his hands weren't. “I had read it for weeks and could not sleep. I went
Chapter 222The Boy in the Dark CarLeon sent one word.Leon:...Mouse.He watched through the study window as the dark shape at the end of the street went from perfectly still to out of the car in what felt like two seconds. Aaron crossed the road at a half run, then seemed to remember where he was, slowed to a walk, and smoothed his jacket with both hands. By the time he reached the porch, he looked almost composed.Leon's mother opened the door before he could knock.“You must be Aaron,” she said.“Yes, ma'am.” His voice was polite and careful, a version Leon had never heard. “I'm sorry about the hour. I didn't mean to...”“You've been sitting in the cold for an hour.” She stepped aside. “Come in before you freeze.”Aaron blinked. Clearly, he had prepared for a great many outcomes, and *kindness* had not been on the list.---Matthias waited in the hallway with his hands clasped behind his back, the same posture he took at the church door after Sunday service. Aaron stopped in front
Chapter 221What the Priest KeptLeon stared at the notebook.It sat on the blotter like something dug up from a grave. The cover was soft with age, the corner stained where he'd once spilled tea on it. He had written the first story in it when he was fifteen. It was about a boy who watched another boy from across a church, and it was the first time he had ever put the truth into words.“You read it,” he said.“Every page.” His father's voice was low and rough, nothing like the pulpit voice. “More than once.”“Why didn't you say anything?”Matthias didn't answer right away. He lowered himself into the chair behind the desk, slowly, like a man whose knees had suddenly stopped trusting him. His hand lay flat on the Bible beside the notebook, not gripping it. Just resting there.“Because I didn't know what to say,” he said at last.It was such a small, plain sentence that for a moment nobody moved.Hargrove shifted in his chair. “Matthias, if this is going to become a family discussion..
Chapter 220 The Study DoorAaron drove like someone who had stopped caring about speed limits.Neither of them spoke. Leon sat with his phone clenched in both hands, rereading his mother's messages until the words stopped meaning anything. *Your father asked me to leave the house.* In eighteen years, his father had never asked his mother to leave a room.“I'm coming in with you,” Aaron said as they turned onto Leon's street.“No.”“Leon...”“If you walk through that door, it stops being about me.” Leon's voice shook, but he held it. “It becomes about the trustee's son and the priest's son, and Hargrove gets exactly the story he wants.”Aaron's jaw worked. He pulled up half a block from the house and killed the engine. For a moment he stared straight ahead, hands tight on the wheel.Then he reached over, took Leon's phone, tapped the screen a few times, and handed it back.“It's recording,” he said. “Put it in your pocket. If anything goes wrong, I want it on tape.”“That's...”“Legal
Chapter 219 The Woman in the StudyMr. Blake read the message over his son's shoulder.Leon watched it happen. He watched the courteous mask stay in place for exactly two seconds, then slide away, leaving something flat and furious underneath. It was the first honest expression the man had worn all evening.“Marguerite Whitlock,” he said quietly.“You know her?” Aaron asked.“She's been my assistant on the foundation board for three years.” His voice had gone very even. “She arrived at six to prepare the documents for tonight. She's in my study.”“And she works for Hargrove,” Leon said.“Evidently, she works for both.”Mr. Blake rang a small silver bell beside his plate. The housekeeper appeared in the doorway almost at once.“Please ask Ms. Whitlock to join us.”“Sir, she...” The housekeeper hesitated. “She left a few minutes ago. She said she'd forgotten something in her car.”Nobody moved.Then Aaron was out of his chair and through the door, and Leon followed without thinking, th
Chapter 4The entire classroom was plunged into an eerie silence. It didn’t take long for the sound of flesh slapping together to resume. The squelching sounds coming from Aaron sliding his cock in and out of her wet hole filled the air.Leon was a trembling mess. His heart slammed against his ribs
Chapter 3The ice bath had left Leon trembling throughout the night. When morning reached, the cold has turned into a burning fever than clung on to his skin. His head throbbed with a dull ache, and every joint in his body hurt like he had run a marathon race in his sleep.For a moment, he consider
Chapter 2The computer turned on with soft hum that sounded deafening to Leon’s ears. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, his nails digging crescent moon shapes into his skin as he braced for impact. He was expecting his father’s voice to thunder in the room. He expected scriptures to tear from his
Chapter 5By the time Leon had walked through the front door of his house, the world began to spin. The fever had not subsided. If anything, it had gotten worse. His face burned as the hallway seemed to titled as he walked through it. The familiar scent of Oakwood drifted through the house, mixing







