Amelia, a young girl targeted for her appearance, faces heartbreak and humiliation at the hands of Lucie Walker and his cruel friends. Shattered and betrayed, she leaves school with a broken heart, vowing that this won't be the end - a foreshadowing of a resilient spirit ready to rise against adversity.
Voir plusAmelia's point of view:
"I don't think this is a good idea, Lia," my older brother, Ace, said softly, looking at me.A sigh left my lips; he had been overprotective again."It's just one party, Ace, and I promise if anything happens, I'll call you," I begged him.But he still shook his head at me."Don't you understand that those kids will make fun of you because you are...""Fat?" I asked with a tilted head.A sigh left his lips before looking away."Look, I'm just trying to help you out here. Don't go to the party. Stay with me. We could both watch a movie, do anything you want, Amelia. Just don't go," he said softly, his eyes searching mine."I want to go, Ace, that's all I asked. If anything happens, I'll call you and never go to any party again, I promise," I whispered."Let her go; she's going to be the one crying back," I heard someone say from the door.Turning my head, I looked into the eyes of my father, a scold on his lips."But Dad-" Ace mumbled."Enough; she wants to go, so let her go," Dad ordered, making me look away from his eyes.He is so intimidating.Ace nodded his head, then placed a kiss on my forehead; with a sigh, he walked out of the room."And you, if you come home with a tear in your eyes, don't come to any of us, since you feel like a big girl now," Father said before letting out a chuckle.Then he walked away.Shaking my head, I turned my body towards my big mirror."What's wrong with being fat?" I asked no one in particular.I'm 5'3; my friend said I'm too small.I have fat cheeks, fat thighs, fat hands, fat ass, fat tummy.Everything about me is fat.My brother was overprotective of me because, in my last school, I was bullied by some girls.No, guys never made fun of my body; they said it was cute.But all the girls did.They made fun of my hair, my skin, my everything.But I didn't care, cause I had my best friend, Frank.He was always there for me, protecting me from them.But Frank moved away, and so did I, because my brother and father couldn't stand the bullying.Today, in the new town that I just moved to, someone was hosting a party.How did I know?Frank told me; we both moved to the same town, so we could still be friends.He told me to come because I'll be starting school soon, and I need to know some people around.At first, I didn't like the idea because I knew people would talk about my body.But Frank will be there, so everything was going to be safe.I hope!Letting out a breath, I used my fingers to comb my brown hair; I looked down at my dress, which was a flower dress, it wasn't too long, or short, just perfect.But the only thing, my tummy made it look like I was 6 months pregnant."Maybe I should listen to Ace about not going," I whispered with a sad sigh.Grabbing my phone, I was about to text Frank, but only for my door to be slammed open."LET'S GO, BABY!" Frank yelled while throwing his hands up."I don't think I want to go, Frankie," I whispered looking away."I ain't hearing nothing; now come on, let's go, pretty lady." He said with a smile.Placing a kiss on my forehead, I smiled at him before nodding my head.Frank was every girl's dream guy; he was 6 feet tall, with brown hair and very pretty eyes; he had tattoos and even had a bike, and girls loved him.But the only thing is, that Frank is gay.And a lot of people thought he liked me, which made more girls hate me because of that.Waving at my brother, he gave us a nod before walking away."Did he say something to you?" Frank whispered as we walked towards his car."Just to be safe and to call him when anything happens," I replied softly, looking at my fingers."Sure?" Frankie asked.I bit down on my lips before nodding my head.With a sigh from my best friend, he opened the car door for me."Don't look at anyone; I'll be by your side, I promise," Frankie said."Promise?" I asked softly, looking at him through my lashes."Promise," he said with a wink.Letting out a little laugh, I shook my head before entering the car.Frank moved towards his side, then hopped in."Ready?" Frank asked."Ready," I replied, trying to sound brave and not scared.But only God knows what was going through my head.Let's just hope nothing wrong will happen.Mike’s Point of ViewThe walk to Jack’s house felt like an eternity. Each step weighed heavy, not just on my feet but on my soul. Apologizing to Jack felt like trying to piece together shards of glass it was bound to hurt, but it was necessary.For years, jealousy had consumed me. It wasn’t just the envy of his life or the love he shared with Nancy; it was the feeling of always being overshadowed, always living in the shadows of his happiness. I had convinced myself that his success and love life had stolen something from me. And because of that twisted perspective, I had made choices that I could never undo.But now, standing outside his door, I realized the only way forward was to own my mistakes and seek forgiveness, no matter how undeserving I felt.Jack opened the door, his face a mixture of surprise and guarded curiosity. He didn’t say anything at first, just stepped aside to let me in. I walked into the living room, memories flooding back good ones, ones I had tainted with
Angel’s Point of ViewI couldn’t stop pacing. My heart raced with every step, my mind playing out every worst-case scenario I could imagine. Ace had barely said a word since we returned home. The tension between us was suffocating, thick and unyielding.He sat in the living room, his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor as if it held all the answers to the chaos that had just unfolded. His silence was more terrifying than any argument we could have had.I watched him from the doorway, my chest tightening with guilt and fear. He hadn’t looked at me, hadn’t said anything about what Morana had revealed. It was as if he was retreating into himself, shutting me out completely.I couldn’t take it anymore.Tears blurred my vision as I turned and rushed to our bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the cold wood. The tears came fast and uncontrollably, shaking my entire body.How could my father have done this? How could he have been r
Amelia's Point of ViewThe drive home was unusually silent. Ace and Angel had left in a hurry, no doubt to process everything privately. Meanwhile, I found myself in a car with my father and Uncle Nick, the two men who had just uncovered secrets that could have shattered us all.Lucie’s hand rested on mine, his thumb gently stroking the back of it in reassurance.I leaned into his warmth, grateful for his steady presence. Today had been a whirlwind, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about any of it.My mind kept circling back to Morana. Her confession had been shocking, but the CCTV footage… that was the nail in the coffin. Seeing everything play out, hearing the heated argument, and watching the chaos unfold—it was like stepping into a nightmare.The way my father had reacted, the guilt that had clouded his face when Morana revealed the truth, stuck with me. He looked like a man who had been running from his demons for years, only to find them waiting for him all along.We arrived at m
Mike’s Point of ViewThe weight of their stares bore down on me like a hammer. Their expressions were etched with disbelief, anger, and betrayal. I had known this day might come, but I wasn’t prepared for the crushing silence that filled the room. It was deafening, worse than any words they could have hurled at me.Angel’s tear-streaked face was the first to pierce through my defenses. Her voice, shaky but firm, broke the silence.“Dad…” she said, her tone trembling between sorrow and rage. “Please tell me this isn’t true.”I let out a breath, heavy with the burden I had carried for nearly two decades. My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists at my sides. There was no escape now, no more lies to hide behind.“It’s true,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I did it.”Gasps erupted around me, and I winced as if their collective shock were physical blows. My eyes darted to Angel again, hoping to find some semblance of understanding in her gaze, but all I saw was devast
Morana’s Point of ViewI stood there, my hands tucked into the pockets of my jacket, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. The crisp afternoon air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat that burned in my chest. Eighteen years. I had waited eighteen years to speak the truth, and now, as I faced them, the moment felt heavier than I had imagined.Nick stood at the front, his expression hardened, but I could see the confusion in his eyes. He didn’t trust me he never had since that day. I couldn’t blame him. Not after what he saw.“Do you remember,” I began softly, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside me, “eighteen years ago when I told you to tell your brother to leave the country with Nancy and the kids?”Nick’s brow furrowed as he nodded, but his confusion deepened.“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked, his tone sharp, impatient.Letting out a slow breath, I turned my gaze to Mike. There he was the cause of all this pain. The man w
Uncle Nick’s Point of ViewThe morning air was crisp as I leaned against my desk, staring at the message on my phone for the hundredth time. Morana’s words haunted me:"I’m tired of hiding. Bring your family and meet me at this spot by 4 PM. I’ll come clean and tell you my part of the story."The text felt unreal, almost like a trick, but it was our first solid lead in years. Was this truly the end of our search? Could we finally put all of this behind us?Yet, I couldn’t shake the unease. Why now? Why after so many years of silence? And why would she want us all there?I pocketed my phone and made my way to the living room, where Ace and Amelia were already waiting. They both looked tense, their eyes betraying a mix of anticipation and distrust. Lucie stood beside Amelia, his protective stance clear as day. Angel sat close to Ace, her presence a calming force in the storm that brewed between us.Then there was Mike Angel’s father. He had been jittery since the message came through,
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