Todos os capítulos de On Thin Ice: A Forbidden Step Siblings Affair: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

RaelynnEverything blurs.The screaming around the bonfire becomes a distant hum, faces melting into orange shadows that flicker and dance like demons coming for my soul. My knees hit the sand, but I can't feel the impact. All I can see is Gray's bloodied face burned into my eyes, those words on the wall echoing in my mind like a death sentence.‘IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH.’"Holy shit," Brandon breathes, snatching his phone back and immediately speed-dialing. "Mr. Hale! Mr. Hale, you need to get down here right now!"He’s pacing around like he’s trying not to crash out. Isabella’s still spaced out, eyes wide mouth open.Students are gathering around us, their voices filled with panic and confusion. Some people are whispering. Someone is shouting questions I can't process. The world tilts sideways, and I think I might throw up.Mr. Hale arrives in a sprint, still in his pajamas, his usually composed demeanor completely shattered. "What's going on? Brandon said—" He stops mid-sentence when

Raelynn.Gray doesn't even wait for Mum's response. He walks directly to us, his movements sharp despite the bandages wrapped around his head, and takes my hand with a gentleness that contrasts sharply with the fury radiating from every line of his body.His eyes narrow as they focus on Mum's raised hand, still frozen in the air from her aborted slap. The look he gives her is absolutely venomous, like he's contemplating all the ways he could destroy her without breaking a sweat.Mum drops her hand quickly, clearing her throat and avoiding his gaze entirely. But Gray looks like he's about to say something that will end her, hospital setting be damned.He looks like he's about to destroy my mother with words alone."Gray," I whisper, tugging at his hand.The effect is immediate. His eyes soften as they shift to mine, the murderous rage melting into concern so gentle it makes my chest ache. He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze, his thumb brushing across my knuckles.I pull him aside, bac

Grayson I reach for my phone, answering. "Yeah?"But there's nothing. Just dead air. My brows furrow as I pull the phone away from my ear to check the screen. Still connected, but... nothing. Then the line goes dead. "What the hell?" I mutter, glancing down at Rae. She's watching me with curious eyes.I call Isaac back immediately. Straight to voicemail. "What the fuck?" I try again. Same thing. Rae sits up beside me, concern creeping into her expression. "Everything okay?" I shake my head, frustrated, and toss my phone onto the drawer with more force than necessary. "his line just cut. Now he won't answer."I lie back down, pulling Rae with me. She doesn't resist, settling against my side like she belongs there. We lie in silence for a moment, my mind racing through possibilities. Isaac wouldn't just call and hang up. Not unless— A sharp pain shoots through my head, making me wince and squeeze my eyes shut. "Gray?" Rae's voice is immediately worried. She sits up, her hand find

Raelynn."Look, Rae, I'm sorry." Isaac's voice cuts through the background noise of Yara and Brandon's heated discussion about something I can't quite focus on. I shift uncomfortably, my mind racing through possibilities.On one hand, Isaac could be the psycho stalking me. On the other, he doesn't have any visible scars, and maybe he's just another innocent person being dragged into this nightmare because of me."I shouldn't have spoken to you like that," he continues, his voice softer now. "I was an asshole, but I was just upset. No one likes their friends turning against them."His gaze is fixed on me, intense and waiting, like he's studying every micro-expression on my face. Something about the way he's watching me makes my chest tighten. I nibble my bottom lip, trying to find the right words, but suddenly my head starts throbbing.My heart begins racing, hammering against my ribs like it's trying to escape. My hands start trembling, and I clutch at my chest, struggling to breathe

Raelynn.Earlier."What do you mean Gray's been discharged?" I ask Brandon, shutting my locker with more force than necessary, my eyebrows shooting up.He had approached me immediately after my first period looking sheepish—now I know why. He runs his hand over his crew cut nervously, avoiding my gaze."He left earlier this morning. Didn't want to bother you and all."My brows knit together. I should have suspected something when he said he'd leave the hospital at night, but he seemed so exhausted and I didn't want to make things worse by pushing.Brandon runs a hand down his face, looking older than his nineteen years. "Look, I don't know if I should be telling you this, but I'm worried as hell about him. And I feel like you're the only one who can actually get through to him right now."I turn, giving Brandon my full attention, my chest tightening at the serious tone in his voice. "Tell me what?""Today," he exhales heavily, "today is the worst day of the year for Gray. It's his mum'