Semua Bab Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The aftermath of everything was truly uneventful. The attorney general denied his involvement in everything the livestream had exposed, but he somehow managed to keep his position. All mentions of me being a suspect were overshadowed by Riley McIntyre's arrest and the scrutiny directed at the Attorney General's office. I was grounded, naturally. My mom was furious with me for not letting the whole McIntyre thing go and for continuing to dig into her past. Apparently, my obsession with fighting the McIntyre family made her think I wasn't putting enough focus on my schoolwork. So, no going out again until school started. Which, of course, sucked. Not just because I was stuck in the house, but because midterms were here. And I hadn't studied for a damn thing. Not a page. I hadn't had the time with everything that was going on, and frankly, I hadn't cared much. "This academy prides itself on excelling in all aspects of its curriculum!" the examiner announced as he passed out thick

Jared approached me with his usual smug grin, holding up a bag in one hand. "Hey Jack! Sorry I'm late, but I thought you'd want a snack." I eyed the bag warily before snatching it out of his hand, the smell of warm beef patty hitting my nose. "Oh, you bastard! How thoughtful!" I said, already taking a bite. The flaky crust and seasoned beef were a much-needed comfort after everything that had happened in the Deans office. "How's the investigation going?" Jared's expression shifted slightly. "Nothing's really changed. Riley is in prison, and that aunt of yours is laying low, but I was able to find out some things. Whatever scared act she's pulling is fake. She's an active participant." I paused mid-bite. "Elaborate." "She's running McIntyre Baked Goods, but her nickname in the streets is 'The Shapeshifter,'" Jared explained. "She plays the part of a scared, innocent little lamb to avoid trouble, but she's your uncle's largest supporter. She's been like that before you were born. Sh

{TW: Violence} "You shitheads!" Matthew roared, his voice raw with fury. "Today's your last day in this world! Thirty minutes?! I only need five to bash your fucking heads in!" He charged at me again, throwing a flurry of punches so fast they started to lose precision. His movements were messy, driven by panic and desperation, but the sheer force behind them made them dangerous. I ducked and dodged, his fists whistling past my head, occasionally countering with sharp, punishing blows. "Don't get too cocky," I warned just before I landed a devastating uppercut that sent Matthew crashing to the ground. I stepped closer, smirking down at the groaning man. "Hey, I thought you needed five minutes. It's barely been three!" I taunted. "What a disappointment." Matthew's face twisted in fury, his teeth gritted as he forced himself up. "What, you fucker?! Disappointment?!" His glare burned into me, pure venom. "You didn't even do shit! You cowardly asshole! You're dead!" I didn't even

The dock was quiet, shrouded in a cold stillness that matched the steel-gray water stretching beneath the boats. Dock #6 was lined with vessels of all sizes, their moored hulls creaking faintly with the occasional ripple of the tide. I stood alone, my breath visible in the frigid air, waiting for Orla to emerge from her hiding spot. Around me, Damien, Honey, Jared, and Jason worked to ensure no one could approach the boats, sweeping the area to block off any possible escape route she might attempt. Finally, movement caught my eye. A figure hesitantly stepped out from one of the boats, glancing around nervously. There she is. "Hey! Took you long enough, Orla!" I called, my voice cutting through the silence, snapping her attention toward me. "Did you really think you could get away so easily?" "J-Jack?!" she stammered, her face a mix of shock and dread. "How did you—" "How?" I smirked. "You're easy to find because you're you. Thanks for not listening to your husband, by the way. I

The auditorium buzzed with conversation—parents chatting, students gathered in tight clusters, laughter and excited chatter filling the air. Fresh from the shower, dressed in crisp new clothes, I strode back in with my head held high. My plan was simple: Make my presence known. Smile politely. Let everyone see that I wasn't fazed by what had happened. Not listen to the bullshit. Jared fell in step beside me almost instantly. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. Before I could respond, Jason whipped out a cologne bottle and sprayed me without warning. "Do you need anything? I have cologne," he said, as if he hadn't just drenched me in it. I waved away the strong scent and shot him an irritated look. "I'm fine." Jared's voice dropped slightly. "I heard it was Amy. That's Sara Larson's friend. Do you want us to embarrass her back?" That was nice. But I'd rather do it myself. I exhaled slowly. "No." Jared scoffed. "Are you serious?" He shook his head. "We