Amelia's Point of View:
"Why is this fat girl coming towards us?" I heard Lucie ask loudly, making the room feel smaller with his booming voice.
Not this, Lord, anything but this.
I could feel Toney throwing glances at him, but he didn't care.
"What do you mean? She's friends with us, Lucie," Alex mumbled with a frown.
Lucie let out a chuckle before shaking his head. Then he stood up from his chair and walked out of the class, leaving everyone with dropped jaws.
"Did I do something?" I asked with a frown.
"No, he's just a grumpy ass," Toney mumbled with a smile.
"Come on, let's study," he whispered softly.
Nodding my head, I walked toward the empty seat next to Frank.
By the time I was about to sit down, a guy from the back pushed the chair, making me fall.
Immediately, I let out a cry of pain when I landed on the ground. "Sorry, didn't see you there, piggy," he said with a laugh, making everyone join in the laughter.
My eyes welled up with tears as I continued to stare at the boy. It hadn't been an hour, and the bullying had already started.
"Watch your mouth, Jake, or else you'll regret it," Toney ordered with a raised eyebrow. Jake stared at him for a while before looking away.
Shaking my head, I tried standing up from the ground and carefully sat on the chair.
My head tilted down as I looked at my fingers, trying to control my breathing. It was happening too fast; I didn't like this, I didn't want any of this.
The teacher continued teaching, while we all paid attention. I could feel the boy's eyes on me, watching me. I just wanted to go home and cry; I didn't want to be here. Frank told me he would protect me; why didn't he do anything? Why did Lucie say that to me? That was the first time hearing his voice, and this is what he said.
"Why?" I whispered to myself.
"Come on, Lia, let's get to our next class," I heard Frank say. Nodding my head, I grabbed my bag from the ground and walked towards him, my head still facing the ground.
Fear? I was scared of everyone in this school. I knew after now, rumors would spread, and I'd be the talk of the school. Meaning everyone would be watching me.
Shaking my head, I tried not to think about what just happened in class. Maybe Lucie was just angry, and maybe that Jake guy didn't mean it, right? But my thoughts were cut off when I was pushed towards a locker, making me hiss at the pain.
"Watch where you're going, fat pig," a girl with pink hair said loudly, with a laugh as she walked away, her friends laughing too.
And this is how my bullying life started, all because of Lucie Walker.
Toney looked at the girls as they walked away, a frown on his face.
"This isn't good men, they are treating her just like Gabby!" Alex mumbled looking at Toney.
"What was Lucie thinking, doing that shit in front of everyone?" Toney asked with a sigh.
"It's ok, maybe they are just messing around guys" I whispered trying to give the a smile.
Even though I know this wasn't a game, I just didn't want to think much about this.
About any of this.
The boys looked at me before shaking their heads.
"Let's keep a close eye on her, and Guys keep an eyes on Lucie too, I have a bad feeling this is only the beginning" Frank said with a deep frown.
Grabbing my hand in his, we walked pass them.
Only for Toney to whisper.
"Like I said, never fall in love with any of my friends, especially Lucie walker"
But I just looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
I wasn't inlove with anyone.
I was honestly scared of Lucie, only his looks gave me chills and I didn't like them one bit.
So why would I fall for him?
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,