INICIAR SESIÓNJULIANThe reception area is crowded when I arrive at the hospital. People sit in plastic chairs with worried expressions and tired eyes. A child cries somewhere down the corridor. A nurse hurries past with a clipboard tucked against her chest.I find Rick near the emergency department.He’s pacing in front of a row of chairs, his hands buried in his hair. He looks up when he hears my footsteps.“Julian. You’re here.”I stop in front of him. “How is he?”“He’s alive. That’s all I’ve been told so far. I’m waiting for someone to tell me more.”“Have you called his parents?”Rick hesitates and starts fiddling with his fingers. “Um…I’m not sure Theo would want me to. You know how he is.”I press my lips together, trying to steady my breathing. “Do you know why…he did it?”He gives me a strange look. “He’s been having a hard time lately.”I look away. Of course he has. And that’s partly my fault.We’ve been fighting. I left the apartment. I told him I didn’t know if I could forgive him, or
JULIANI can’t stop seeing the blood.It’s everywhere whenever I close my eyes. On Nikolai’s knuckles. On Caleb’s mouth. Streaked across Nikolai’s cheekbones and mingling with the fury in his eyes as he lunged at his own brother.This was even worse than when he’d attacked David.I almost couldn’t recognize him anymore. It wasn’t because of the violence, or that I thought the blood had transformed him into some unrecognizable monster.I saw something in him that I didn’t want to see.Nikolai looked at Caleb like he wanted to tear him apart. His own brother. He looked at Derek and River like they were obstacles standing between him and the satisfaction of finishing what he started.Now, sitting on the edge of the bed in the guest room, I press the heels of my hands against my eyes and try to breathe.I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here. Could be minutes or hours. Time has become somewhat meaningless since Caleb’s chilling revelation.Nikolai killed her.He killed his own mothe
NIKOLAI Derek goes still. River stops moving. For a moment, nobody speaks. Then Derek closes his eyes and exhales through his nose. “Damn.” I scoff. “That’s all you’ve got to say?” “What do you expect me to say?” “I expect you to understand that he had no right.” Derek's eyes sharpen. “None of that justifies almost killing your brother.” Caleb makes a sound from the other side of the room. “Thank you for realizing that I’m the victim.” “Shut it, Caleb,” Derek says without looking at him. To me, he says, “You knew this day would come. You knew that if you let Julian get close enough, eventually he'd need to know.” “Not from Caleb.” “Then from whom? You? Would you have told him?” I say nothing. Derek's expression hardens. “That's what I thought.” I try to move past him and he blocks my path. “Get out of my way.” “No. You're not going anywhere until you calm the fuck down.” “I swear to God—” “And I swear to God, Nikolai, if you throw another punch, I'll knock you uncon
NIKOLAI I see red and I lunge at Caleb. He twists aside, and we crash into the dresser together. Pain shoots through my shoulder, but I barely register it before Caleb drives his fist into my ribs. I stagger backward. He uses the opening to shove me away. “I was trying to help you!” he shouts. I slam into him again. “Shut your fucking mouth.” We hit the floor in a tangle of limbs and fury. I land a punch against his cheek. He catches me across the mouth. I taste blood, and the metallic tang only makes me angrier. He tries to shove me off. I grab his shirt and punch him again. “You don’t get to make decisions about my life!” “Someone needs to. You’re clearly insane.” I drive my fist into his stomach. He grunts, doubling over, and I take the opportunity to slam him against the floor. “Say that again,” I growl. “Go on. I fucking dare you.” Caleb spits blood onto the rug. “You're proving my point, you maniac.” I hit him. He hits me back. And suddenly it fe
NIKOLAIFor a moment, I go numb.The ice seeps into my veins, my entire body going cold. My head throbs even harder, almost keeping the same rhythm as my loud heartbeat.My skin tingles and I curl my fingers into fists, trying to regain feeling in them.The barrage of emotions going through me is almost too difficult to deal with.I want to do a lot of things.I want to run. I want to hide. I want to grab Julian and lock him up somewhere so he can never run away from me. I want to burn the whole world down.I want to scratch out my skin, until there’s nothing left of it. Until all the guilt, the anger and the contamination goes away.I want to scream until my throat gives out.“Who told you?” I ask tightly.Julian doesn’t answer immediately. He shifts on the bed, and I can feel his discomfort.I don’t want Julian to see me like this. I don’t want him to see this monstrous, dirty side of me, but I can’t help it.I’m too far gone.“It doesn’t matter who told me,” he says finally. “I jus
NIKOLAII never thought I could be someone who could enjoy someone else’s company this much. But the past few days with Julian have been nothing short of perfect.I smile to myself as I climb the stairs, a paper bag of art supplies dangling from one hand. Sure, I spent nearly three hours in a store arguing with an incompetent employee who didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, but all in all, the trip wasn’t a complete waste.I acquired everything I need, and I even bought Julian his favorite pastries from the bakery on the way home.He likes the chocolate ones. It was obvious by the pleasure on his face the last time I bought them for him, even though he pretended it was nothing special.He thinks he’s subtle. He’s not.I reach my bedroom door and push it open.“Miss me?” The words leave my mouth before I even look at him.Julian is sitting on the bed, his laptop closed beside him. He’s staring at the floor, his hands clasped loosely in his lap.He looks up when I enter.His express
JULIANThe words settle between us, heavy with something unspoken.It sounds like a warning. Or an invitation. I’m not sure which.I just know, even with my senses tingling, I still don’t step back. I don’t walk away like I should.Around us, the party is still going on, loud and messy. But at that
JULIANHe walks across the room like he owns it. Like everything around him bends to his will.People move out of his way wordlessly as he passes, as if under a spell, creating a space for him to walk freely.His eyes flick over my face as he approaches, slow and assessing, like he’s cataloguing so
NIKOLAII wrinkle my nose as I drag the body across the basement floor and onto the middle of the large nylon.Sweat rolls down my face, dripping onto the floor and my muscles strain from the effort.“I could use a little help here, Caleb,” I mutter to my annoying brother as he stands there and wat
JULIANI didn’t know love could ruin everything I cared about.Which is funny to me because I grew up never knowing the true meaning of love.To me, it was just a word I heard everywhere, a word people used freely but I never understood.No one ever used it for me and I never thought to use it for







