MasukElena's Point Of View"You heard me, Cynthia," I said, my voice cutting through the thick, stifling air of the basement like a freshly sharpened blade. "Or do you need me to write it out in clear, simple letters so your liquor-soaked brain can actually digest it?" Cynthia's jaw worked silently for a moment before her pale, sunken face twisted into a grotesque, hysterical sneer. She shook her head violently, straining against the tactical ropes until the wood of the chair groaned beneath her. Something feral flickered behind her bloodshot eyes, the look of a cornered animal that had never once considered surrender. I almost didn't recognize her anymore, this shrunken, venomous creature wearing my mother's face. "He has brainwashed you!" she shrieked, her voice rising to a sharp, grating pitch that echoed off the cold concrete walls. "Look at you! Standing there defending a mobster, speaking to your own mother like I'm dirt under your shoe! He's turned you completely against your own
Elena's Point Of View"You heard me, Cynthia," I said, my voice cutting through the thick, stifling air of the basement like a freshly sharpened blade. "Or do you need me to write it out in clear, simple letters so your liquor-soaked brain can actually digest it?" Cynthia's jaw worked silently for a moment before her pale, sunken face twisted into a grotesque, hysterical sneer. She shook her head violently, straining against the tactical ropes until the wood of the chair groaned beneath her. For a fleeting instant, I saw something flicker behind her eyes… was it shame, or merely the calculation of a cornered animal searching for a way out? I couldn't tell anymore. I wasn't sure I ever really could. Once, long ago, I had believed I could read every shift in her expression, every subtle tell that meant she was about to soften. That version of her felt like a stranger to me now, a ghost buried beneath layers of bitterness and drink. "He has brainwashed you!" she shrieked, her voice r
Elena's Point Of View"How dare you say that to me?!" Cynthia shrieked, her voice cracking into a raw, nails-on-a-chalkboard rasp that bounced off the cold concrete walls of the warehouse. She thrashed against the heavy tactical ropes binding her wrists, her greasy, tangled hair flying into her face, strands sticking to the sweat on her forehead. The ropes bit deeper into her skin with every violent jerk, leaving angry red welts, but she seemed not to notice or care, as if decades of denial had numbed her to pain long before tonight."I am your mother, Elena! I carried you for nine agonizing months! I went through blood and sweat to bring you into this world! I made you! I gave birth to you! I gave you life, and you dare stand there with that arrogant, ungrateful look on your face and treat me like trash?!" She spat onto the dusty floor near my sneakers, her face twisting into an ugly, venomous mask, years of resentment carved into every line of it. The fluorescent light above flicke
Jaxx's Point Of ViewI woke long before the morning sun managed to fully cut through the heavy black-out curtains of my bedroom. I looked down at my chest, where Elena lay completely sprawled out, her face buried into my ribs and one of her bare legs thrown over my thighs. Her breathing was slow and even, a small miracle after everything she'd carried the day before. I studied the faint shadows still lingering beneath her eyes, evidence of a grief that sleep alone couldn't erase, and felt a familiar tightness settle in my throat. Watching her like this, unguarded and still, I found myself cataloging every small detail of her face, as if committing them to memory might somehow protect her from whatever came next. We had stayed up ridiculously late the night before. Even after the heavy tearful breakdown and the late-night soup, she had stubbornly refused to close her eyes, insisting that we play an old multiplayer mobile racing game together on our phones, as though pretending the w
Elena's Point Of View"You want to see your mother?" Jaxx asked softly, his fingers gently smoothing over the small of my back. My frown deepened, the delicate warmth in my chest instantly souring into a cold, jagged knot. "Do not call her that," I snapped, the words tumbling out sharper and harsher than I intended. "That woman is not my mother. She's no mother to me, nor to Heather, nor to Dave. I was just too blind and stupid to see it for all these years!" Jaxx's dark eyes softened with deep concern. He shifted beneath me, cupping my cheek in his large, warm palm. "Elena... don't go too hard on yourself, sweet face." "No, Jaxx, stop! It's something I need to hear and say to myself!" I shook my head violently, tears hot and bitter springing into my eyes as my chest heaved with a violent, ragged breath. The words had been trapped inside me for years, festering, and now that the dam had cracked, I couldn't stop them from pouring out. "How on earth could I have been so foolish?! Ho
Author's Note: Hello Guys, happy new month, I wishyou all good health, joy and happiness. First of all, I really want to thank y'all for you love support and PATIENCE so far (emphasis on patience😅😑) I've really not been the best and I know it. I hope this month yiels beter results. I love y'allElena's Point Of View"You look tired, El," Lexi said, her dark eyes scanning my face with a mix of fierce affection and residual panic as we finally unentangled ourselves on the velvet couch. She smoothed down my disheveled hair, her expression suddenly turning sharp and lethal. "What about Graham? Tell me that bastard is dead." I sat up, resting my forearms on my knees, letting out a soft, tired chuckle. "We don't really know about that, Lex." Lexi's eyebrows shot straight up into her hairline, her jaw dropping open. "What do you mean by that? How do you not know if he's dead?!" "Well..." I swallowed hard, glancing back at Jaxx, who was leaning against the grand wooden archway with his a
Elena’s Point Of ViewLexy didn’t wait for me to gather my thoughts. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small, velvet box, tossing it onto my desk with a clink."What’s this?" I asked, eyeing it warily."Open it," she said, her grin turning wicked.I flipped open the box. Inside was
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe tears came without warning.One second, I was talking… voice steady, hands clenched in my lap, and the next, my chest was heaving, my vision blurring, my entire body shaking with sobs I couldn’t stop. It was like something inside me snapped, like the last thread holding me
Elena’s Point Of ViewHis threat hangs in the air like a noose, tightening around my neck with every second that passes. "And just let even a scratch be found on my siblings." My fingers dig into his chest, my nails biting through the fabric of his shirt, my voice a growl, raw and uncontrolled. "An
Elena’s Point Of View"Who did this to you?" His voice was a growl, low and dangerous, each word a promise of violence, of retribution, of something so dark it sent a shiver down my spine.My fingers twitched at my sides, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline, from the fight, from the sheer r







