It’s been three hours since my whole life went up in flames, three hours since I became homeless, bankrupt, and helpless
Three hours since my breakup with Steve, three hours since my fallout with my best friend, and three hours since my encounter with him. The past darned hours have been the worst miserable hours of my life. I sat curled up on Ed's couch, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees. The ticking of the clock is a cruel reminder of how my life had crumbled in the span of a single evening. “I give you a day off, and in just three hours you’ve managed to wreck your whole life, career. Heck, you are the most talked about on the Internet. Sky, what the hell happened?” Ed yells, the veins on his forehead popping as he paces the length of his tiny apartment in frustration. The soft chime of his rickety dishwasher reverberates through the thin walls. I could hear the frustration in his words, I could even taste the anger at the tip of my tongue, but all I could bring myself to do was to stare at the wooden floor boards, yet the hot steady stream of tears rolling down my face reminded me that this nightmare was real. “Why do I always get the short end of the Stick Ed?” My voice cracks. “Why am I the only one who ends up hurt?” Ed exhaled sharply, and dropped onto the couch beside me. “ Sky, why the hell did you give Steve access to your accounts? And why...” He turns to face me, his coffee brown eyes sharp with disbelief. “ Why did you put his name on the house? It is common sense Sky” I sniffled, letting out a shaky breath as I thought of the words to say. “I thought he loved me, we were always planning our future Ed, and I didn’t want him to feel some type of way Ed, I trusted him with my everything, my life.... I am so stupid” Ed sighed, rubbing his palms down his fac. “You know what, Sky, why don’t you shower? Get some rest, and we would figure this out tomorrow, Sky. I promise you we would find a way out of this” he rubbed small circles les across my exposed back, his warmth grounding me for a moment. But then..... “He is back Ed” I whisper softly. I felt his hands still across my spine almost immediately, hot laboured breathes, escaping his nostrils. “That is not possible, Sky. we vanished off the face of earth like his father wanted, right? Right?” I swallow hard, already regretting the words i was about to utter, but with what Ed and i had been through, we already promised not to keep secrets. “ I saw him tonight” and he hates me. He thinks I betrayed him Ed, he.... he mentioned something about dating his younger brother for six years, Ed. I am so confused” I whisper quietly, shaking my head frantically. “I don’t understand what he meant?” Ed’s face darkened, his palms curled into a tight fist. I was worried he might cut off his blood flow. “ Sky.... if Xavier finds out that you are here..... I mean, after all these years” he mumbled, running his hands through his hair aggressively. “I don’t know what to do, Ed,” I admitted, my fingers trembling. “I swear he’s got it all wrong, and he wouldn’t even let me explain.” Ed stood up abruptly. “ Like I said shower, sleep we would deal with this tomorrow” I nodded numbly and turned towards the dimly lit hallway before I could take any step. “Are you still trying to reach Steve?” He asked, his voice tight with several emotions. He was never really a fan of Steve’s I slowed in my tracks, slowly rubbing my palm against the length of my other hand. “He won’t answer.” My lips trembled, fresh set of tears cascading down my face. “ First, he cheats on me and then blames it on me, expecting me to understand. Then he takes everything.... and now.... I... I have nothing “ I mutter, my voice breaking slightly at the end. “He did what?” Ed screeches in alarm, the intensity of his voice causing me to flinch back a little. “He and Tanya are having a baby” I say, my bottom lip quivering aggressively as I try to get a wrap of the emotions that seemed to be rushing through me at once Ed looked livid, like he wanted to throw something. “ That bastard.” He hissed, a low growl escaping his lips. “Take a shower Sky, we would sort through everything with a clear head tomorrow I promise” he mutters, my hair muffling half of his words, as he drops a slight kiss in the centre of my head. “Thank you, Ed... for everything” I whisper, slowly getting up, a queasy sensation crawling through my stomach. He inhales a sharp intake of breath, the pity swirling through his warm coffee brown eyes startling. “You’re welcome, Sky. we would get your stuff from the old house tomorrow. “Oh no, this can’t be happening, right now” he practically yells, his screams stopping me dead on my tracks as I slowly turn around to face, dreading every single moment. His phone screen illuminated his face, his jaw twitching in anger as he read whatever was on it. “What?” I ask, my voice is barely above a whisper, and I don’t know if he heard me or not. “You no longer have a contract with any publishing house.” He ground out . “All your books have been put on hold. The book tour next week? Cancelled.” “Wait Why?” I ask, faltering in my step as I rush over to where he seats, his agitation slowly rubbing off on me. Ed squeezed his eyes shut. “Apparently, there’s a video of Tanya saying you coerced her into taking her books, something about you not being the real owner of the books you published?” He groans. I let out a bitter laugh, fisting my palms tightly. I clenched my fists so hard I felt my nails digging into my palms. Now I knew why Xavier asked me to buckle up That conniving scheming thwart. Tanya and Steve hadn’t just betrayed me. They were joining hands with the devil to destroy me. “ Aargh..... I let out a slow, shuddering breath. My hands trembled, but this time, it wasn’t from sadness, but pure unbridled rage. “I am screwed Ed” I muttered, angry tears cascading down my face, the emotions that seemed to be raging through me unexplainable . “Yeah right, we are both screwed” he scoffedSkylaFive years later.The city was different now. The towers still reached for the sky, the streets still pulsed with life, but they no longer carried the suffocating shadow of an empire. The billboards, once plastered with Anderson propaganda, now carried local art and community messages. The streets weren’t perfect—poverty, crime, corruption still lingered in pockets—but they were ours again. Free.The Foundation’s courtyard was alive with sound. Survivors’ voices drifted in the air—laughter, conversations, the clatter of plates from the kitchen. Children ran in barefoot circles, their joy spilling out like a secret no one could cage anymore.At the far wall stood the memorial garden. Wildflowers spilled in reds, whites, and golds around a central stone etched with names—too many names. Taylor’s was at the heart of them. Beneath her name, survivors left small tokens: a cracked watch, a paper crane, a jar of her favourite peppermint gum. I crouched and touched the letters, my fin
SkylaMorning felt wrong.The sun rose like it always did, pale light spilling through the cracks of the safe house blinds, but it felt cruel. The world shouldn’t have kept moving when Taylor hadn’t. Every shadow seemed to stretch toward her empty chair, reaching for someone who wasn’t coming back.I sat in the corner, her jacket clutched in my hands. It still smelled like her—coffee, old paper, peppermint gum. I pressed it to my face until my chest hurt, until it felt like maybe if I breathed deep enough, I could drag her back through memory alone. But memory wasn’t enough. Not today.Ed sat propped up across the room, bruises dark against his skin, one eye still swollen from Carl’s fists. He hadn’t slept either, though he kept pretending to close his eyes whenever Steph checked on him. When his gaze found me, he didn’t try to joke, didn’t try to soften it. He just looked… hollow.“She saved my life twice over,” he said finally, voice raw, eyes fixed on some invisible point in th
Skyla The safe house felt alive that night, humming with a low vibration that made the walls groan and the light bulbs flicker as if even the air itself knew something irreversible was about to happen. Taylor sat in the middle of it all, wires tangled around her legs, screens cracked and sparking like broken mirrors, her fingers a blur across the keys. She looked too small for the storm she was unleashing, but she didn’t flinch, didn’t waver.“Almost there,” she muttered, eyes locked on the code spilling across the monitors. “Ramos’s slick, but arrogance makes people sloppy. He left a back door open.”I hovered behind her, pulse racing, every muscle in my body screaming to drag her away. “Taylor, you don’t have to do this. We’ll find another way—”She cut me off without looking up. “Skyla, stop. This is the way.” Her voice was sharp, steadier than I had ever heard it. “Carl built cages out of fear. Ramos built them out of code. Let me see if I can break his bars.”Xavier stood te
SkylaMorning felt wrong.The sky was pale and washed out, too soft for the world we had left behind. The fire from last night had burned itself down to embers, leaving nothing but a circle of ash in the courtyard. Survivors moved through the ruins with heavy steps, cleaning, salvaging, and building something new out of what had been broken.I stood by the doorway of the safe house, clutching a chipped mug of bitter coffee, and told myself this was peace. Or the closest we were going to get.But then I saw Taylor.She was crouched over what was left of her laptop—half its casing melted, wires spilling like guts, sparks hissing each time she breathed wrong near it. Yet her fingers moved fast, precise, as though she wasn’t patching together a corpse but building something alive.“Since when do you get up before me?” I asked, forcing a smile.She didn’t look up. “Since last night. I haven’t slept a wink.”I frowned. “Taylor …”“Don’t,” she said sharply. Then her tone softened, a
SkylaEd looked smaller than he ever had.The med bay Taylor had patched together inside the remains of the safe house smelled of antiseptic and blood. The white sheets were clean but thin, light from a single lamp casting long shadows across his bruised face. His chest rose and fell, slow, ragged, stubborn.I sat beside him, my hand covering his. His skin was warm, too warm, and I hated the thought of what he’d endured.I could still hear his voice in my head, breaking through Carl’s broadcast: “Don’t listen to him, Skyla! Don’t—” Then the sickening crack as the blow landed. Then silence.“Idiot,” I whispered, my throat tight. “You should’ve kept your mouth shut. You should’ve let him talk. But no… you had to protect me.” My fingers tightened around his. “Just like always.”The monitor beeped softly. His eyelids fluttered.“Skyla?” His voice was raw, broken.I leaned forward so fast the chair scraped. “I’m here. You’re safe. You’re going to be okay.”He tried to smile, but i
SkylaThe safe house was rubble.Smoke still curled from the broken walls, and the air stank of gunpowder and blood, but for the first time in months, there was silence. Real silence.Carl was gone. His screams had faded into the night with the fury of the survivors, and when they stepped back, there was nothing left but a body broken beyond recognition.It should have felt like victory.Instead, I sat on the cold floor, my hands still shaking, my cousin still unconscious beside me, and wondered why my chest felt so empty.Xavier crouched nearby, his gun hanging loosely from his hand. He hadn’t spoken since lowering it, hadn’t looked me in the eye. His face was unreadable, but I knew that silence wasn’t peace—it was grief. Guilt.Charlie stood near the doorway, his shirt torn, his face streaked with ash. Steph lingered behind him, uncertain, like she belonged but didn’t. The distance between them was louder than words. Taylor was hunched over what was left of her laptop, trying