All Chapters of F.L.A.S.H: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I SAT in the kitchen, my left hand twirling the half empty beer can beside me, while the other swiped up, checking through the comments on my latest I*******m post.   Something I shouldn't be doing considering the trolls, but who gives a fuck? My life was already one huge mess.   Nothing a middle aged, overweight introvert a thousand miles away could tell me that would make me break.   There was nothing left to break.   I gritted my teeth at that thought, swearing underneath my breath as I read another comment,   "Justin Stars a fuck up, he always has been. His voice stopped being good year's ago, his music is trash." Brantwoods321 commented.   I scoffed at the comment with a slight eye roll, I could be a better troll than he was.   He seriously thought those weak words would get to me? Tell that to the three thousand replies he

Breathing out I straightened my back, folding my onsie and placing it neatly on bed. Retrieving my phone instead, I swiped through my contacts, hands still shaking from the excitement. “Pick up, pick up, pick up” I muttered as it buzzed. “Makayla are you done?!” Britney yelled from somewhere I couldn’t see, hearing her footsteps head towards the door of my room. I immediately rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me, taking a seat on the closed toilet, “Yeah! I’m in the bathroom, give me a sec!” I yelled back. I glanced at my phone, relieved when it flashed and a face popped up, “Ted!” I whispered lowly as he sent me his wide grin. His green eyes lit up like they always did when he was all up in my face, taking all my time. He took off his large headsets, placing his controller down, running a hand through his short curled brown hair, eyebrows arching, “are you in the toilet?” “That’s the first thing you noticed?” I asked watching him smir

What the hell just happened? My mind was a blurry mess as I lay underneath the bushes frozen in time, my hand over my mouth unable to recover from the shck of it all. Justin Star had just- Save him! My thoughts screeched from within my mind, begging my body to get up and do something. but I was paralyzed in those ten seconds, unable to believe Justin Star Ryder was unconscious, sinking to the bottom of his own pool with a wound at the back of his head. “Okay, okay,” I breathed out shakily rolling out from underneath the bushes, shakily getting to my feet. I knew what came about with my job description but I never thought I'd ever been in such a [position. breathing heavily still unable to comprehend my situation, I approached the edge of the crimson-colored pool, my heart coming to my throat at the sight of Justin’s blood. “Oh my god,” I gasped my hand finding its way back to mouth again, unable to control any part of my nerves. I couldn't see him th

3 weeks later:I should quit drinking.These hangovers were getting worser every time. I wasn’t fooling anyone but myself, I could never quite drinking, I liked the feeling of not existing for a few hours, to get rid of the pain for a glorious second, and because of that, I could bear the headaches with open arms. A great sacrifice must be paid for favor so great.With that thought in mind, I fought over the pounding in my head, succeeding to open my eyes. The first thing to come in sight was the mop of blond hair, lying beside me, her bare back exposed to me, half covered by the light sheet. I stared at the deep red lines that run down her fair skin, images of last night flashing in my mind. Anger, pain…that was all I could see.Turning on my back, I stared up at the white ceiling, remembering the last two weeks. For two weeks I had been better, I had felt better, and promised Clair I was, but the mo

“Do you think I’m a bitch for taking the offer?’ I casually asked Ted, leaning back as I watched him take a sip of his smoothie. He looked back at me raising an eyebrow like the perfect pro he was, as if surprised I was asking, not as if I hadn’t just told him everything about the supposed ‘job offer’ and making it top three in the Selection during lunch. He hummed, shrugging. My jaw dropped, throwing down my napkin, “you think I’m a bitch!” I gasped.He almost choked on his smoothie, putting it down for safety sake shaking his head immediately, “whoa, hold on. I didn’t say that. Those words didn’t come out of my mouth,” he defended.“Please,” I scoffed with a slight eye role, “you don’t have to say it, that face is the only thing you need to make it clear to me,” I huffed.“Firstly,” he began, sitting straighter, his impressive athletic shoulder build covering an large part of the booth we were seated in whilst having lunch, “You can be a scary thug above