บททั้งหมดของ His to Ruin: Breaking Chelsea : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

SECOND GLANCE~EMMA POV~{Playlist Suggestion: "Cherry Wine (Live)" — Hozier}I almost didn't come.It felt silly, a kink of unease that I couldn't justify. I had only said "I'll drop something off".....but the walk up to Mercy Memorial's pediatric wing felt longer than it should, the air outside too bright and sharp. I had been volunteering that morning, translating pediatric discharge instructions and folding extra blankets in the family waiting room. Still, once I heard what had happened in the Lynch room....the fight, the video, the spectacle....the rest of my day fell away.Mr. Cole looked at me over his clipboard and quietly said, "If you're going, stay out of the drama. Just be normal. Kids like Chase don't need pity. They need someone steady."So I did the practical things. I made a list. Bought a thermos of beef broth from the bodega that always had the warmest girls working the counter. Grabbed a couple of paperback comics....stupid light stuff Chase might like if he was i

ALL I SEE IS YOU {Playlist suggestion: "247" by David Correy}~KADE'S POV~"Fuck, Chelsea... God, I can't stop thinking about your fucking mouth."The hot water sluices over my shoulders, so damn hot it almost burns, but it's nothing compared to the fire in my gut. My fist is already wrapped around my dick, slick with water and pre-cum, stroking hard and fast. My head is tipped back against the cool tile, eyes squeezed shut, but all I can see is her.That kiss. That fucking kiss.It plays on a loop behind my eyelids. The surprise in her wide eyes, the little gasp against my mouth that I swallowed whole. The way her lips, so soft and full, finally gave under mine. For one second, she kissed me back. I felt it. Her body went from stiff to molten in the space of a heartbeat, and she fucking kissed me back."Yeah, just like that," I groan into the steam, my hips pumping into my tight fist. My thumb swipes over the slick head of my cock, smearing the wetness, and the sensation is so go

AFTERMATH{Playlist suggestion: "Wrong" by Zayn ft Kehlani}~KADE'S POV~The night air hit me with a cold, sharp shock, and it was filled with noise.Blue and red lights stuttered across the blacktop, painting Venom's entrance in streaks of warning. An ambulance door slammed, rattling metal against metal. Two paramedics lifted Hartland's stretcher, his face a swollen mess under gauze and blood. He groaned, a wet, ugly sound that carried over the murmurs of the crowd.My fists ached. Every pulse in my knuckles reminded me of his nose breaking under my hand.I sat on the hood of Denver's car, head bowed, staring at the bruises blooming purple across my skin. My chest still heaved with leftover adrenaline, but inside I was empty. Hollowed out.Around me, chaos. Teammates huddled near the curb, whispering like scared freshmen instead of Crawford's golden boys. Customers stumbled out of Venom in clusters, their laughter clipped short when they saw the flashing lights. Phones were everyw

A LOST FAIRY TALE {Playlist suggestions: "High off you" by Lil Noodle, YLA Howe}~CHELSEA POV~The last two days felt like a blur. I spent both nights at Zoe's small apartment, sleeping on her couch with the TV on, trying to ignore the feeling of being trapped. I was tired, but I couldn't stop thinking. Worries about Venom, the hospital, rent, and bills filled my mind.Every morning, I walked to the hospital without thinking. The hallways felt too familiar, and the smell of cleaning products was stuck in my nose.I carried a bag of takeout today, trying to keep my smile steady when I pushed open Chase's door.He was propped up in bed, a book balanced in his lap, something technological, with words so thick I got a headache just glancing at the page. He looked up when I came in, his pale face breaking into something that wanted to be a grin but did not quite make it."When am I getting out of here?" he asked, like it was the simplest question in the world.I froze. My smile cracked

UNEXPECTED {Playlist suggestion: "If I" by Limi}~KADE POVI was halfway through replaying the same game highlight for the fifth time when my phone buzzed. I didn't even look at it at first. I was lying flat on my back, an ice pack balanced against my thigh, trying to convince myself I wasn't about to self-destruct before Coach Marshall could finish destroying me.Then the phone buzzed again—persistent, sharp, cutting through the lazy hum of the ceiling fan. I reached for it, half-expecting another lecture from Denver or Knox, or worse, a voicemail from Coach himself telling me to hand over my badge and jersey.But when I saw her name, everything in me froze.Chelsea.For a second, I just stared at the screen. My heartbeat did this weird, uneven jump that made my fingers shake.I swiped to answer. "Hey....."Her voice came first, quiet and rough at the edges, like she'd swallowed glass before speaking."I'm outside the school premises." That was all she said. No hello. No explanation