Lahat ng Kabanata ng His to Ruin: Breaking Chelsea : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

COLLIDING WORLDS~KADE POV~{Playlist Suggestion: "Toxic" by Britney Spears}Mr. Thompson drones on about metaphors and symbolism while I scroll through my phone under the desk. Three missed calls. Seven unread messages. All to Chelsea.Nothing back.Denver makes a soft pissing sound to get my attention. When I look over, he mouths silently: "What's wrong? You okay? Thompson's going to catch you."I respond by giving Mr. Thompson the finger while his back is turned, writing some bullshit about Shakespeare on the board. Half the class snickers. Denver shakes his head like I'm a lost cause.Maybe I am.My thumb hovers over Chelsea's contact. I need to know what happened last night. Why did she run from my dorm room like I'd hurt her? Why Kolt's words keep echoing in my head: "You have no idea what kind of girl you're messing with."I start typing: *Where are you? I need to see you. Going to visit Chase at the hospital if...*"Mr. Kingston."I freeze. Thompson's shadow falls across my de

FALLOUT~KADE POV~{Playlist Suggestion: "Torn" by Natalie Imbruglia}The gym floor is cold against my palms as I stretch my injured leg, testing the angry muscles that still scream with each movement. Three months. That's all I have left before Dad pulls the plug on my soccer dreams and drags me into the family business.Three months to prove the Kingston heir isn't broken.I push the leg press harder, ignoring the fire shooting down my thigh. My knee trembles, threatening to buckle, but I force another rep. Then another. The scar tissue pulls tight, a reminder of everything I lost in London.The night before my injury flashes back. The strip club. Some dancers with hungry eyes and practiced moves. My teammates cheered me on while I fucked her behind the VIP section, her moans echoing over pounding bass. It meant nothing. Empty skin against skin.Before that? Fifteen years old. Kolt shoving a drink in my hand, pushing me toward some college girl who was too drunk to say no."Be a

TRENDING~CHELSEA POV~{Playlist Suggestion: "Liability" by Lorde}The hospital corridors are too white, too bright, too clean. They always feel like lies dressed up in bleach. If life were really this sterile, my brother wouldn't be in here again, stitched together with machines and medication, teetering on the knife edge between almost-dead and barely-living.I balance a paper bag of takeout in one hand and Chase's folded laundry in the other, nudging the door open with my foot."Knock knock," I sing-song, pushing my head inside. "Are you naked? Because if so, I can come back later."Chase doesn't even look up from the phone in his hands. "Stop being a creep and get in here."I grin despite myself, stepping inside and setting his food down on the side table. His voice sounds stronger. Less like sandpaper, more like my brother. But when he shifts, the effort pulls lines of pain across his forehead. He hides it, but I see everything."You're no fun," I tease. "I'm trying to lighten

AFTERMATH~CHELSEA POV~{Playlist Suggestion: "Pink Ballon" by Jade LeMac}The bruises bloom across my arm like ugly fingerprints I cannot scrub away.Zoe stares at the purple crescents where my mother's nails dug in, her face twisted with disbelief. "You're telling me that woman did all this to you because you kissed a guy? What's she gonna do if you actually sleep with one?"I give her the look. The one that says this is not the time for jokes. But her words lodge in my chest anyway, sharp and unwanted.What if I did sleep with him?The thought comes unasked, traitorous. Heat floods my face as I remember Kade's mouth on mine, his hand sliding to my waist, pulling me closer, like he already knew every secret hidden beneath my skin. The way my body responded before my brain could stop it.Then reality crashes back. The video. The whispers. The sneering faces I might face at Crawford."I can't get involved with him." My voice breaks. "My life's already in ruins from a kiss. What would

HEARTBEATS AND HALF-TRUTHS{Playlist suggestion: "That Girl" by Uninvtd, Saint, Jordan May}~CHELSEA POV~The hospital room was too quiet.The machines hummed. Chase's shallow breaths rose and fell. But beyond that—silence. A silence that pressed into my chest until I wanted to scream, just to fill the air.Instead, I set the lunch tray on the table and tried to smile."Brought you food. And before you complain—it's not cafeteria mystery meat. Zoe made it. So at least it won't poison you."Chase smirked without looking up from his phone. "About time you learned to delegate. You were one burnt-toast away from killing me.""Ha, ha." I flopped into the chair beside his bed, brushing crumbs off my jeans. "You're hilarious. Really wasted in this hospital—should be doing stand-up at the Apollo."He finally glanced up at me, eyes sharp despite the shadows under them. "Don't deflect. You look like hell."I stiffened. "Wow. Thanks. Way to flatter your nurse-slash-sister.""I mean it, Chels." H