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Chapter 71: Cracks
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The One I Can't Escape Chapter 71: Cracks
His voice is barely a whisper—ragged, dry, and thin from too many days spent unconscious.But I hear it.I know who hit me.My heart stalls, then kicks like a racehorse against my ribs.“Oliver.” I’m already standing, already fumbling for my phone, my voice rising in volume and panic. “He’s awake! He’s awake—he spoke!”I don't even have to yell again. The door flings open. The nurse rushes in first, followed by the doctor, then Isabella and Dad right behind. The nurse goes to the monitors, checking vitals, while the doctor moves to Oliver’s bedside with calm, practiced urgency.Oliver flinches slightly at the sudden movement and light, but his eyes—his eyes—are open and following everything. They're bloodshot and dull with exhaustion, but they are undeniably his."Easy, sweetheart," the doctor murmurs, shining a penlight into his eyes. "Don't try to talk too much. You're safe now."She checks his reflexes. His blood pressure. Pupils. Breathing. She even asks him to squeeze her fingers
The One I Can't Escape Chapter 70: The Routine
But fate doesn’t give me a break. Not even for a second.Because the moment I round the corner of the main building, I see them.Jace and Lea.Waiting.Like they knew I’d pass by this exact spot at this exact moment.Jace moves first, stepping into my path with the urgency of someone who hasn’t slept either.“He told me,” he says, his eyes sharp and serious. “Oliver. He told me everything. Or… what he wanted me to know.”I blink, trying to act calm, but my pulse picks up speed.“How are you holding up?” Jace adds, voice softer now. “You look like a ghost, man.”I swallow, searching for the right answer—but all I have is silence.Yesterday’s conversation with Oliver still echoes inside me. His pain. His honesty. The way his voice broke when he talked about his father. I felt it all. I believed him.But I didn’t ask the one question that matters most.His mot
The One I Can't Escape Chapter 69: Closer to the Truth
After the surge of hope settles—after the doctor confirms the movement and promises to monitor him closely—the room falls into a strange stillness. Not the panicked kind. Not the desperate quiet that’s filled every breath since the hospital call. This one is different. He moved. Maybe he’s coming back to us.Isabella turns to me, her voice firm in that way that tells me it’s not a suggestion.“Jude, go home and take a shower. Change. Eat something.”I open my mouth to argue—I want to stay, need to stay—but she raises a hand, already shaking her head.“You’ve been here all night,” she says, softer now. “You look like hell. He wouldn’t want you like this when he wakes up.”I glance toward the hallway, the room where Oliver lies still. “But—”“You’ll be back in an hour,” she insists. “We’re not going anywhere.”I hesitate, but Jace steps in.“She’s right, man,” he says. “Come on. We’ll go with you.”Lea stands, brushing invisible lint from her sleeve. “We’ll drive. It’s not far. We’ll al
The One I Can't Escape Chapter 68: Reaction
A soft knock breaks the stillness.I look up, blinking away the blur of tears I didn’t realize had gathered. A nurse stands in the doorway, kind but firm, her voice lowered like she’s stepping into a sacred space.“Visiting time’s over for now,” she says gently.I nod, my body suddenly leaden. I want to stay. I want to sit here until he opens his eyes or until the world makes sense again. But I can’t. The rules are the rules, and I’m not going to be the one who pushes too hard and gets all of us kicked out.I stand slowly, give his hand one last squeeze.“I’ll be back,” I whisper, even though I don’t know if he can hear me. “I swear.”Then I follow the nurse out.The moment I step into the waiting room, everyone’s eyes find me. Like they’ve been holding their breath too, waiting for something—anything—to tell them what’s happening behind those walls.“Well?” Jace asks.“How is he?” Lea’s voice is soft, careful.I rub a hand over my face. “He’s... he’s stable. That’s what they said. Bu
The One I Can't Escape Chapter 67: What If He Doesn’t Come Back
We stay there for a moment—the three of us—caught in the hush after Mom’s departure. The air in the stairwell is cooler, a little easier to breathe. Or maybe that’s just because Jace and Lea are here now, and everything feels less fragile when they’re around.“How are you holding up?” Lea asks gently, still holding my hand.I shrug, my voice rough. “I don’t know. Feels like I’m outside my own body most of the time.”Jace leans against the wall beside me. “Has there been any update? On Oliver?”“Not really,” I say. “They’ve got him in a coma to help with the brain swelling. The nurse said the next twenty-four hours are the most critical.”Lea’s face falls. “God.”Jace nods slowly, then glances at me. “Look, you know I’m not Oliver’s biggest fan or anything…”I raise an eyebrow. “Understatement of the year.”“Yeah, well,” Jace mutters, scratching the back of his neck. “I still don’t want him to die. I want him to get better. For you. And also for him, I guess.”That catches me off guard
The One I Can't Escape Chapter 66: scandal avoided
Her mouth presses into a tight line. I see her shoulders rise, almost imperceptibly, like she’s bracing for a wave only she can see coming.At first, I don’t understand why.Then I follow her gaze.She’s staring at Isabella—who’s sitting right beside me.And in that split second, everything comes rushing back.The argument between Isabella and her, the slap, the things said and not said. The look on Mom’s face the last time Isabella walked out of our house. I had lost sight of it all in the chaos, in the fear—but now, with Mom frozen in place and Isabella in her line of sight, it hits me like a punch to the chest.This is going to blow up.I get to my feet instinctively, ready to meet Mom halfway, to steer her away, to say something—anything—before the air ignites.But I don’t even get the chance.Isabella stands too, her body like a drawn bowstring. Her voice slices through the sterile hallway like a knife.“Oh, you,” she spits. “What the hell are you doing here?”Mom doesn't flinch.
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