Alle Kapitel von His innocent weakness : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Missy’s Point of View“Girl, what are you doing?”I flinched at Sienna's voice.I was standing by the window again, arms wrapped tightly around myself, staring at nothing but still feeling everything.My eyes hadn’t moved from the street below since morning.Not because something was happening.But because I felt like something would.“I… don’t know,” I mumbled, fingers gripping the curtain.She walked into the room, barefoot, her perfume trailing behind her.She leaned on the wall next to me, crossing her arms with that knowing look she always wore like armor.“Waiting for someone?”I didn’t answer.The truth was yes.I was waiting.For him.Mark.The brother I thought was dead.The brother I mourned like half my soul had been torn out.He was alive. I’d seen him. At the race. That stupid race.I let out a nervous laugh. “I think… he’s going to come here.”“Who?”“My brother.”Her eyes widened slightly. “The dead one?”I nodded slowly.She didn’t say anything for a while. Just let

Alexander’s Point of ViewI didn’t know what the hell I was doing.She was sitting beside me, clutching those big-ass roses like they were made of gold, and smiling like I’d just handed her the moon.Her black crop top and ripped jeans had me questioning if I’d survive this night. She looked… dangerous. Not in the way I was used to. But in the kind that made you want to give up everything just to keep her smiling.“Pick a song,” I said as we drove past the city lights. “Anything.”She blinked at me, surprised. “You sure?”I nodded. “Anything you like.”She grabbed the aux, brows furrowed in concentration as she scrolled through her playlist. Then a soft giggle escaped her lips, and she tapped a song.“Better” by Khalid started playing.I didn’t expect her to start singing softly with the first line, but she did. Her voice was low, careful, but beautiful. Real.“Love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are…”I didn’t even pretend not to know the words. I just joined in

Duo point of View Mark’s Point of View (Game Day)The bus hissed to a stop, and the door swung open with a loud clank.I stepped off first, the weight of my jersey heavy on my shoulders, but not nearly as heavy as the thoughts spinning in my head.My feet hit the ground, and I took a long look around.Her school.My sister’s school.The one Mom dragged her to, hoping to keep her safe from all the mess we were born into. The same mess I was now neck-deep in.The crowd outside the gym was buzzing. Some people gave us disgusted looks probably because they already knew who we were. The reputation from our side of town followed us like shadows.But some girls?Yeah… they didn’t care about reputations.They batted lashes, tugged at skirts, giggled too loud.I didn’t care for any of that.I was searching.Searching for her.My little M.Missy."Yo, Mark, let's go," Dex called, throwing his arm around my neck as he stepped off the bus beside me.He was all fire and adrenaline, ready to c

Duo point of View Mark’s Point of ViewI’ve never felt this level of rage boil under my skin.Not from a loss. Not like this.The final buzzer had echoed like a death bell through the court, and all I could do was stand there, drenched in sweat, jaw clenched, heart pounding like a war drum in my chest.We lost.We fucking lost.To them.To him.Alexander.The way he strutted off that court like he owned it made my fists tighten so hard I could feel my nails digging into my palms."Fuck!" I shouted, grabbing a stray water bottle and slamming it against the floor of the locker room.Plastic cracked, water flew everywhere.The silence that followed was heavy.Karel didn’t even speak.He sat at his locker, running a hand down his face, not even bothering to look at me. Dex was already out of his jersey, breathing hard and not saying shit. No one did. We all knew what this meant.Coach stormed in next, and when he kicked the bench, it echoed louder than the buzzer had."You let that pret

Missy’s Point of ViewI don’t know how long we sat there. Maybe minutes. Maybe hours. But after all the crying and the heavy truths, everything felt lighter.My chest didn’t ache the way it used to when I thought about that night.I turned toward Mark, finally letting myself look at him without flinching. Without wondering if I was dreaming or crazy.“Did you see Dad though? Like it’s been ages,” I asked softly.He gave a short laugh, one without any humor. “Nah. I don’t want to. It’s better we don’t meet him again. Like, ever.”I nodded slowly. “Yeah probably safer that way.”There was silence again, but this time it wasn’t heavy. It felt like the kind of silence that existed between people who knew each other well enough not to fill every gap.“Still know how to fight?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.I smirked and stretched my legs out. “Of course I do.”Mark grinned. “Yeah, you always were the one with more bite. But what’s up with the acting all cute and soft now? We both know