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48 - PLEASE STAY

Author: Krystal Key
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-18 19:26:06

Cheryl's POV

A week had passed since I was discharged from the hospital. The bruises had faded, the headaches had dulled, and the stitches had been removed. A small bandage still clung to my forehead, but it didn’t matter. Physically, I was fine.

Emotionally? That was a whole different story.

I was staying at Aunt Marge’s house for now, a temporary arrangement while I figured out what was next. The past few days had been a whirlwind of job applications, house hunting, and scrolling through online listings for apartments I wasn’t even sure I could afford. It was exhausting, but none of it occupied my mind as much as him.

Aiden Scott.

I hadn’t heard from him since the night he stormed out of my hospital room. The funeral had taken place while I was still in recovery, and since then—nothing. No calls. No texts. No sign that he even remembered I existed.

I’d picked up my phone at least a dozen times, hovering over his name in my contact list. I wanted to check in, to see if he was okay, b
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    AIDEN'S POVThe air inside my car was still.Not warm. Not cold. Just still—like the breath before a bullet.I’d parked a few meters from the old lumber mill, far enough not to alert anyone lurking inside. My fingers were clenched around the steering wheel, though I barely felt the texture. The engine had long since cooled, but my blood was still hot. Adrenaline dripped like poison in my veins, steady and cold.I should’ve gotten out by now.I should’ve moved.But my body refused to obey, not because I was afraid of Alejandro. No—I was prepared to kill him. Had played it out in my mind a thousand times. He was the last thread tethering me to a past I was desperate to sever.But what I hadn’t prepared for… was Cheryl.She’d come to my house.My house.She had stood on my porch, just a wall away from where I sat on the floor with my head in my hands. I’d heard her voice clear as day, even before she rang the bell. Even muffled by the door, I could feel her. Her presence—loud, devastatin

  • The Roomie Complex   123 - WEDDING EVE II

    Cheryl's POVThe night tasted like strawberry vodka and artificial laughter.I was perched on a throne-shaped chair—pink velvet, gold trimming, too much of everything—wearing a tiara that felt like a joke and a dress that hugged me like a lie. It was Sabrina’s idea. A small bachelorette soirée with women I barely knew, most of whom couldn’t even pronounce my name right, but I smiled anyway. I sipped champagne. I let them fawn over the engagement ring on my finger, the way they gasped when I told them the wedding was less than 24 hours away.They looked at me like I was the luckiest woman alive.I felt like a prisoner.Every part of me was pretending. Every laugh, every nod, every "thank you" dripped with effort. And it wasn’t because Sabrina hadn’t tried—surprisingly, she had. She put together a cute event, decorated in soft rose gold and silver, with cupcakes shaped like wedding dresses and a playlist of 2010s love songs. The effort was there.But I wasn’t.Not really.Somewhere betw

  • The Roomie Complex   122 - WEDDING EVE I

    CHERYL'S POVWhen my eyes fluttered open, the first thing that hit me was the scent—familiar and calming. My room. Lavender and something warm, musky—Oliver’s cologne, faint in the sheets.I was home.My body felt heavy, like I’d been under for hours. My head throbbed faintly behind my eyes, but it was dull now, not stabbing. The nausea that had gripped my stomach at the field had quieted into a sour echo. Manageable.I shifted slightly.I wasn’t alone.When I turned, Oliver was there beside me, slumped against the headboard, still dressed in the sports clothes from earlier. His arms were folded, and his mouth slightly parted in sleep. A lock of blond hair had fallen across his forehead, softening his usual hard angles. He looked… peaceful.I lay still for a moment, watching him. Breathing beside him.I didn’t know what I was waiting for.Permission, maybe.To feel something.When he stirred and blinked awake, the concern rushed into his eyes so fast it startled me. He reached out ins

  • The Roomie Complex   121 - RICH WOMAN

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  • The Roomie Complex   120 - TOY

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  • The Roomie Complex   119 - THE RACE

    Cheryl’s POVI wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my breath shallow and raspy as I crouched behind the bleachers. The sour taste in my throat clung stubbornly, and the world still felt slightly tilted, as though I’d stepped onto a carnival ride that wouldn’t slow down.But I was upright.Barely.I stood and straightened myself, bracing against the rusted metal of the bleacher frame, my knees wobbly beneath me like uncooked pasta. I swallowed hard, wiped the sweat off my temple, and smoothed down the front of my tennis skirt with trembling fingers.I could do this. I had to.I wasn’t going to be the wuss who sat out on her fiancé’s big family charity event. No matter how much my insides felt like they were curdling, I was going to show up and act like I had it all together—even if it killed me.I made my way back to the bleachers, my steps measured and slow, like someone walking across thin ice. Each movement jarred something loose inside my stomach, but I forced myself to breath

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