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TWELVE

Penulis: J.O
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-28 03:36:58

SAMANTHA

I cursed under my breath, staring at the clock. I was late. We were so late.

My stomach twisted into knots, and I felt the weight of the day press down on me. “Mace,” I called, shaking her shoulder harder than I probably should have.

“Mace, get up! We’re going to be late for class.”

She groaned, her face still buried in the blanket. “Five more minutes...” Her voice was thick with sleep, and I couldn’t help but feel irritated a little bit.

I ran my fingers through my hair and cursed again, louder this time. “No, we don’t have five minutes, we’ve wasted twenty. Get up, now!”

Macey barely stirred. I shook her again, feeling my patience slip away as she let out a small, annoyed sigh.

“Okay, okay, I’m up,” she muttered, slowly sitting up. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, and the frown on her face only made me more frustrated.

I checked the time once more, my stomach tightening. We were cutting it too close. If we didn’t hurry, we’d be late, and I couldn’t afford that.

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  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   SEVENTY TWO

    MASONThe door clicked shut behind me, and for the first time in years, I felt like the world didn’t want me anymore.I stumbled into the hallway blindly.My steps were fast. Aimless. I didn’t even know where I was going. I just needed to be away from that locked door and the sound of her voice telling me to leave.I was halfway to the car before I heard footsteps pounding behind me.“Mason!”Macey.Of course.I kept walking, pretending I didn’t hear her. But she caught up and grabbed my arm just as I reached for the car door.Her nails dug into my jacket sleeve. “Really?” she snapped. “You left your pregnant girlfriend for that thing?”I froze.It was the way she said “that thing.” Like Samantha was disposable. Like she hadn’t been her friend for the longest time.I turned slowly, leveled my gaze at her. “I love Samantha,” I said, voice even.Macey’s eyes widened. “You love her?”I nodded once.“And I won’t let anyone take her from me.”Her mouth fell open. “She’s not yours to claim

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   SEVENTY ONE

    SAMANTHA“Don’t you have any shame?!”Her voice cracked through the air.I froze.So much for hellos.Macey stood in the doorway like she owned it, fury in every inch of her frame.Her eyes were wild, arms folded tight across her chest, like if she let go, she might actually throw something at me.I didn’t move. Couldn’t. I just stood there, bare-legged in Mason’s wrinkled shirt, my heartbeat tripping over itself like it was trying to run from the truth.She didn’t wait for me to answer.“You’re seriously standing here like this? Like you didn’t just fuck someone else’s boyfriend again?”I blinked.No response came. Not because I didn’t have one—God, I had too many—but because I was tired. Embarrassed. But mostly… numb.Maybe I didn’t have shame.Maybe I lost it the day I chose him over myself.“Macey,” I started, my voice dry, throat raw.“No,” she snapped, stepping inside like she’d been holding back a tidal wave and finally let it go. “No, you don’t get to play soft or sad or whate

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   SEVENTY

    SAMANTHAThe light was soft. Pale. The kind that kissed your skin without waking you.It was barely 5am, but the sky was already beginning to turn that hazy blue-gray.And I was wide awake.Mason lay behind me, his chest warm against my back, one arm heavy and possessive around my waist like his body was still claiming mine in sleep.His breathing was slow, but not innocent or peaceful.His skin was warm.I just lay there.Still.Except I wasn’t still. Not really.I was aware. Of everything.The ache between my thighs. The mess we’d made.The memory of how hard I came with his name in my throat. The feel of him, thick and deep, stretching me open like I was meant to be filled by no one else.And maybe it was madness, wanting more after how hard he’d taken me just hours ago.But that’s what it was with Mason. Obsession. Need. A hunger that didn’t fade, it just waited to be fed again.I pressed back, slow, like a whisper. My bare ass brushed against the ridge of him. He was already hard

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   SIXTY NINE

    MASONI wasn’t even listening at first.Mom was pacing the kitchen, phone to her ear, voice sharp, cutting in that way she only got when she was trying not to lose her temper.I half-tuned it out, scrolling on my phone, until I heard it.“Samantha.”Her name hit me like a slap.And suddenly, I couldn’t sit still.I straightened. Every muscle in my body pulled tight.“No,” Mom said into the phone, clipped and final. “She needs to hear it. From me.”I followed her quietly as she went out of the house and drove off.Kept a car’s length behind, maybe more. Enough that she wouldn’t notice. Mom didn’t drive fast. She never did when her mind was busy.I didn’t know where she was going until I saw the building.Samantha’s building.My grip on the wheel tightened.And then, like a punch straight to the chest, there she was. Samantha. After all these days.She pulled into the lot, her head down. Tired. Like the day had already drained her dry.She didn’t see me.She didn’t see anything.She jus

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   SIXTY EIGHT

    SAMANTHAMy palms were sweaty. My knees? Useless. I could barely breathe.“Good evening, ma,” I whispered, because my brain short-circuited and defaulted to panic-humor.Her brow arched just slightly. “Open the door.”Cold. Calm. Vanessa at her finest.I fumbled for my keys like a fool, fingers tripping over themselves. My heart was tap dancing in my chest, wild and uninvited.The key finally clicked. I stepped aside, avoiding her eyes.She walked in like she owned the place, which, to be fair, her son did.She didn’t smile, not really. But something in her face softened. Just a little.Vanessa sat on the couch like she had no intention of staying long.Back straight. Legs crossed. Hands folded in her lap.Then, without looking up, she said one word.“Why?”My heart stuttered.I didn’t pretend not to understand. I knew exactly what she meant.I took a shaky breath. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I blinked fast, trying to keep it together. Trying to be composed, respectful, wha

  • WRECK ME QUIETLY   SIXTY SEVEN

    SAMANTHA “I didn’t mean to fall for him, Mom,” I said, my voice cracking like a cheap glass. “I didn’t plan any of it.”My mom sat cross-legged on my old bed, wrapped in a soft blue robe, her hair pulled into a bun that had definitely seen better days.She didn’t look surprised. Just… still. Her eyes were wide but calm. The same look she gave me when I was fifteen and sobbed over my first heartbreak, certain I’d never recover.She didn’t interrupt. Didn’t ask questions.She just nodded.And that was all it took.The words tore out of me like they’d been waiting, crouched low and dangerous behind my ribcage. The affair. The guilt. The way Mason kissed me like I was oxygen and he hadn’t breathed in years. Audrey’s pregnancy. Macey’s silence.The way I couldn’t look at myself without flinching.I told her everything. Every ugly, tangled part of it.By the time I finished, I was on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, tears soaking through the sleeves of my hoodie. I felt small. Like a v

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