All Chapters of Broken Then Desired : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

POV: Scarlett The cold feeling from my dream would not leave me. It stayed with me all morning long. It was like a chill that had settled deep in my bones. A warm shower could not wash it away. I moved slowly around my room, getting ready. My mind kept going back to little pieces of the nightmare. But the thing I remembered most was the cold air in my room when I woke up, shaking. I had been Emily. I had really felt like her again. As I stood in the big bathroom, brushing my teeth, I stared hard at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like Scarlett on the outside. The dark, smokey eyeliner. The sharp wolf-cut hair that was messy but cool. The black clothes that screamed ‘don’t mess with me’. But my eyes… they looked back at me, and they just felt tired. So tired. For some reason, I realized I had started to forget what the real Emily looked like. The real me. The girl with long, curly hair she could never make behave. With those big, thick glasses that were always sliding down he

POV: Ayden Being famous at school wasn't usually that bad. When people knew my name, they treated me with respect. They moved out of my way in the halls. They laughed at my jokes, even when they weren't funny. Sometimes it felt good to be someone everyone knew. But that day... that day was completely different. I knew the video was everywhere. I had seen it myself that morning when I checked my phone. There were already a hundred comments. I knew exactly what everyone was saying about me. I could feel it in the air around me, thick and heavy like fog. And I finally understood how fragile fame really was. One stupid moment, one bad video, and you went from being someone to being a joke. I walked down the main hall with my head down, staring at my shoes. But I could feel all their eyes on me, burning into my skin. I could hear the whispers following me like shadows. They didn't even try to hide what they were saying. They wanted me to hear. "Look, that's him," someone hissed from a

POV: AydenThe car ride was completely silent. I stared out the window, watching the school and the town disappear behind us. I expected Mr. Carter to drive to City Hall. That’s where my dad should be at this time of day. But the car didn’t go that way. It turned toward our neighborhood. It was taking me home.I frowned. That was strange. Why home? But then I thought, my dad is not exactly someone I should be worried about. I should be worried for myself. Whatever was coming, it was meant for me.Mr. Carter parked the car in the long driveway. He didn’t say a word. He just got out and walked me to the front door like I was a prisoner. The house was quiet. Too quiet.We walked into the living room. And there he was. My father. He wasn’t yelling. He was just standing there, waiting. The silence was worse than shouting.There was no hello. No “how was school.” There was simply no verbal or civil conversation at all.Before I could even take a full breath, my father’s hand came up and he

POV: ScarlettI didn’t look back. Kelsey’s shrieks faded behind me, a satisfying soundtrack to my exit. The hallway was blissfully empty, the only sound the soft thud of my boots on the linoleum. I felt a cold, sharp clarity. She had drawn a line, and I had simply walked over it. I was almost to the main doors, freedom in sight, when a voice stopped me. “Scarlett? Why are you not with your class?” It was my class teacher who stood by the bus lineup clipboard in hand, her cheerful facade from the classroom replaced by a pinched look of impatience. Her eyes scanned me, no doubt taking in my defiant posture and the lack of a panicked, frappuccino, soaked expression. I didn’t break stride. “Just getting some air," The classroom felt a little… tense.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of understanding, or perhaps just annoyance, crossing her face. She’d heard the commotion. She had to have. “Well, get on the bus. Now. We can’t have you lagging behind; the Mayor’s schedule i

POV: VictorMy phone buzzed against the dark wood of my desk, rattling slightly. The sharp sound cut through the quiet of my office. I picked it up and saw her name flash on the screen. Scarlett. My heart gave a single, hard thump. The message was just two words, but they felt heavy.Scarlett: Be careful.My hand closed around the phone so tight I thought the glass might crack. Why was she sending this? Why now? And why was she at City Hall? I stood up, my chair rolling back with a loud scrape. I walked to the big window that looked out over the city. The streets and buildings stretched out below, but I barely saw them. My mind was moving too fast. What had she seen? What had she figured out? Did she know what I was planning?I reached for my other phone, the black one only three people had the number for. I hit the button for the one who I had sent, Cesar,. He answered before the first ring finished.“Cesar. Where are you, you haven't responded back to me. I need you to come to my