Semua Bab Moan For Me Moana : Bab 61 - Bab 70

✿MOANA⁠✿I scoffed after Dylan left my room.The sound came out bitter and sharp and it echoed off the walls of my bedroom like a gunshot. I stood there with my hand still on the door handle and my heart pounding and my whole body shaking with the effort of not running after him.Stay the hell away from me.I said it. I meant it. I didn't mean it.I didn't know what I meant anymore.I locked the door this time. I hadn't locked it before because some stupid part of me wanted him to come in. Some stupid, broken, desperate part of me was hoping he would show up at my door and apologize and tell me he didn't mean any of it and hold me until I stopped crying.But he didn't apologize. He said I deserved it. He said almost dying was my punishment for leaving him.And I still wanted him.What was wrong with me?I walked over to my desk and pulled open the bottom drawer. The one where I kept things I didn't want anyone else to see. My old journals.I picked up one of the journals.Not the jo

⁠✿MOANA✿Dylan was sick in the head. Absolutely sick.Why would he beat up Kenzie like that? In front of everyone? In the middle of the hallway where anyone could see?Even after I slapped him, Dylan was still standing there with that dark smile on his face. Like my hand connecting with his cheek amused him instead of hurt him.Like he enjoyed the pain. Enjoyed making me angry. Enjoyed the chaos.The students around us were commenting, whispering, filming with their phones held high. Recording every second of this disaster for their social media feeds.I ignored all of them. I grabbed Kenzie's arm and pulled him away from the crowd.He followed me willingly. He let me drag him through the hallways even though he was stumbling. Blood was still dripping from his nose, from the cuts on his lip, leaving a trail on the floor behind us.I took him to the school clinic. Pushed open the door and helped him sit on one of the beds.The nurse looked up from her desk, her eyes going wide when she

✿MOANA✿After I left the clinic, I headed to the courtyard where Octavia and Lalissa were waiting.They were sitting at our usual spot under the big oak tree, both of them on their phones."Hey," I said, dropping my bag and sitting down next to them.They both looked up and immediately knew something was wrong."What happened?" Octavia asked."Dylan beat up Kenzie. In the hallway. In front of everyone.""Holy shit," Lalissa breathed. "Is Kenzie okay?""He's bruised and bloody but he'll live." I pulled my knees up to my chest. "I don't know what the fuck is happening anymore.""This is getting out of hand," Octavia said. "Like seriously out of hand. Dylan can't just go around beating people up.""I know.""Did you find out who sent you that creepy text yet?" Lalissa asked.I shook my head. "No. I still have no idea.""I can ask Asher to look into it," Octavia offered. "He's good with computers and tracking stuff.""Would you? I just... I need to know who's watching me.""Of course. I'l

⁠♡DYLAN♡"Please," I said, taking another slow sip of their champagne. "Carry on. Don't stop on my account."The silence that followed was the loudest thing I had ever heard.Richard still had his hand on his belt buckle, frozen mid-movement, staring at me like he was seeing a ghost. Maybelline had pressed herself into the corner of the couch with her dress clutched to her chest, and she was looking at me with those green eyes. Wide, open and horrified.Green eyes. Same shade as mine. Same shape. I had spent years looking in mirrors and hating that I had her face. Same blonde hair too, worn loose around her shoulders, and I hated that as well. I hated every single thing about her that lived on in me.Now I was standing in a strip club VIP room watching her scramble to cover herself, and I hated it even more."Dylan," Maybelline started. Her voice came out soft. Careful. Like she was approaching something she thought might bite her. "Baby, I…""Don't." The word came out flat."I know h

✿MOANA⁠✿I started rubbing his back.Slow circles at first, trying to calm him down. Then wider strokes, my palms pressing flat against his shoulder blades, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles like wires pulled too tight.I let one hand slide up into his hair. His blonde soft hair I've come to love touching, fine strands slipping through my fingers as I combed through the tangles. He wasn't going to break the hug anytime soon. His arms were locked around me like he was afraid I would disappear if he let go.He was sniffing me.Not crying anymore, just breathing me in, his nose pressed against my neck, his inhales deep and slow like he was trying to memorize my scent. Like I was the air he needed to breathe and he had been holding his breath for too long.I couldn't help but wonder what made him like this. It couldn't be what I told him, right? The slap and the cruel words and the way I said I loved Kenzie. That was bad, but this was something else. This was something broken in a