Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pathetically Beautiful : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Willow’s POVMy fingers gripped the doorknob, the cold metal biting into my skin. My heart raced as I took a steadying breath, trying to push aside the panic that threatened to suffocate me. The gun was heavy in my hands, the weight of it a reminder of everything I was about to do—or perhaps everything I hoped would happen.I knew how stupid this was. I knew that Steve would shoot me before I even had a chance to pull the trigger. But in some twisted, dark part of me, I wondered if that was what I wanted. If I was dead, then maybe, just maybe, I could be free of all this. Free of the fear. Free of the constant chase. Free of Steve and his hold over me.But that was a lie, wasn’t it? No matter how much I told myself I was ready for the end, a part of me still wanted to fight. Wanted to survive.I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, my hand steady on the gun. I didn’t know what was waiting for me on the other side, but I was ready.But then my vision blurred, and my heart skipp

Willow’s POVThe living room felt suffocating, the walls closing in with every passing minute. I couldn’t shake the image of the head; it still burned into my mind. It was like I could still see the blood on the walls, the lifeless stare, the words written in crimson. I see you. The words echoed in my head relentlessly, and every time I tried to push it away, it came rushing back, louder than before.The others sat around the room, silent, tense. No one spoke, each of us trapped in our thoughts, none of us knowing what came next. I could feel their eyes on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet their gazes. I couldn’t.And then, after what felt like an eternity, there was a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat, and I jolted slightly in my seat. Dillion stood up immediately and went to open it, ushering David into the house. Without a word, Dillion led him straight to the bathroom.I just sat there, staring at the gun on the table in front of me. I had a hundred different though

Willow’s POVThe gun in my hand felt both heavy and light at the same time, like an anchor and a weapon. My fingers wrapped around it, white-knuckled and shaking, but I didn’t care. I was standing outside Steve’s house, and everything inside me screamed to run, to turn away, to go back to the others. But there was no turning back now. I had made my choice.I stood still for a moment, staring at the house, the place where everything had gone wrong. The house that had become my prison. The house that had watched me become something I wasn’t, something I never wanted to be. But I had done it for survival. I had done it to get out. Now, I was here, facing the monster who had dragged me into this life.Steve.I took a deep breath, steadying myself as much as I could. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid of him, of what I had become, or of what I was about to do. But one thing was clear—I had to do this. I couldn’t let him control me any longer. I couldn’t let him win.With trembling hands, I step

Brax’s POVThe weight of the gun in my hand felt unbearable, like a thousand pounds pressing against my chest. The cold steel had been my only comfort, my only chance of ending this nightmare. But now, standing in front of Steve, with the barrel aimed at his chest, my thoughts were no longer about me. They were about Willow, about Nat, about Dillion and Kasey. My family.And then Kasey’s voice shattered the moment.“Brax, drop the gun!”I froze. The world seemed to stop around me, the silence deafening. I looked around at everyone, my eyes scanning their faces—Dillion, Kasey, Nat—each of them terrified, caught in a trap they never asked for. The tension in the room was unbearable, my heart thudding in my chest.I had no choice. I couldn’t fight him, not like this.I lowered the gun, the weight of the decision sinking into me like a knife. The instant I did, Steve waved his hand dismissively, his men rushing in, seizing me by the arms with brutal force.Before I could even react, the b

Willow’s POVTwo weeks had passed since that horrible night, and yet, standing on the steps of the courthouse, it felt like a lifetime. The sun was high, casting long shadows across the stone pavement, but I couldn’t feel its warmth. Instead, I felt a coldness inside me, a hollow space that nothing could fill.The trial had been long and draining. Steve had been convicted, but the moment they started discussing how long he would be sentenced to, I couldn’t bear it anymore. It didn’t matter. Not after everything he had done. No matter how many years they gave him, it would never be enough. Not for the hell he had put me, my friends, and my family through. Not for the life he had stolen from me.I didn’t feel free, but I felt at peace. For the first time in so long, I felt like I could breathe without that constant weight hanging over me. I was standing here on the threshold of something new, something better, and it wasn’t because of the verdict. It was because I had the people I loved