All Chapters of Last Year - First Love : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51 The night stretched endlessly, cloaked in a heavy silence that pressed down on Annie’s chest like an iron weight. She lay sprawled across her bed, the faint hum of crickets outside her window the only sound breaking the stillness. Her room was dim, the glow from her phone screen casting soft shadows on the pale walls. But sleep was impossible. No matter how tightly she hugged her pillow, no matter how many times she closed her eyes and tried to will herself into oblivion, the memory clawed its way back—Adrian’s face leaning in, her frozen body, the sharp sting of shame afterward. It looped endlessly, taunting her. And then Damien’s face. The way he had looked at her earlier, eyes steady and full of concern. The way his words had lingered, soft but firm: You can trust me. With anything. Her stomach twisted. She wanted to tell him. Desperately. But what if he misunders

Chapter 53 – The Weight of the TruthThe confession hung in the air long after Annie spoke it. Her voice trembled, but the words were out. “He kissed me.”Damien’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. Silence pressed in around them, thick and heavy, as though the whole world had paused to hear what he would say.Annie’s chest heaved, her eyes burning. “I didn’t want it,” she whispered quickly, terrified of what his silence might mean. “I froze, Damien. I didn’t… I didn’t know what to do. And I was scared to tell you because—I didn’t want you to hate me.”Damien’s gaze softened, his shoulders loosening as he stepped closer. “Annie, look at me.”Her teary eyes lifted to his.“I could never hate you. Not for that. But Adrian—” his voice darkened, rough with restrained anger, “—he’s not getting away with this.”Fear spiked in Annie’s chest. She grabbed his arm. “Please, Damien. Don’t make a scene. I jus

Chapter 55 The lie she told Claire still burned inside her.All weekend, Annie couldn’t stop replaying it—the sharp edge in Claire’s voice when she asked if Annie knew Damien, the panic that forced the word no out of her mouth too quickly, and the way Claire’s eyes had softened only after hearing it. Claire believed her,and Annie hated herself for it.But the weight of that lie wasn’t the only thing crushing her.It was also the brothers.Damien knew now. He knew about Adrian kissing her, that reckless, confusing moment that had haunted Annie for weeks. She had thought telling him would make her better. Instead, it had lit a fire.The fight between Damien and Adrian was vicious which happened the day Annie told Damien about the kiss and going back home to see that he was around and used the opportunity to get his anger out . Words first, then fists. Damien furious, Adrian defiant. Their mother had stepped in just

Chapter 57 The following afternoon, the sun beat down bright and hot, as though daring Annie to back out of her plan. She didn’t. By noon, she had already packed her bag with a notebook, a pen, and her phone. She left the house with a carefully rehearsed excuse for her mother. “We’re doing research at the town library,” Annie said smoothly. “It’s for our Civic Education assignment.” Her mother nodded, not suspecting a thing. “Don’t stay out too late.” That was all Annie needed. She hurried down the street, her nerves buzzing like an electric current. When she arrived at the library steps, Becky was already there. She hugged a small notebook to her chest and looked as nervous as Annie felt. “Where’s Sussy?” Annie asked. Becky sighed, her tone dry. “Knowing her? Making a dramatic entrance.” And right on cue, Sussy appeared from around the corner, str

Chapter 59 They got home like ghosts bodies moving through familiar spaces while their minds trudged through darker terrain. Annie pushed open the gate to her parents’ compound and slipped inside, the late-afternoon sun still burning on the horizon. Her mother called her from the kitchen, but Annie barely heard it. Her heart was still beating to the rhythm of the recording in her bag, and every step into the house felt heavier than the last. She murmured an excuse about being tired and hurried straight to her room, shutting the door softly behind her.Becky, meanwhile, trudged into her own home just a street away. Her father glanced up from the newspaper, her younger brother from the television, but Becky only offered a distracted “good evening” before disappearing upstairs. She felt like she was carrying something toxic — like if she opened her mouth the truth would spill out and choke the whole house.Sussy, true to form, stormed into her par