All Chapters of Save Me, Mister: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

*JAMIN* “Jamin! JAMIN!” I looked up to see Andrew barreling down the hallway, nearly colliding with a group of students. “Did you check?” He was out of breath and grinning so hard it looked almost painful. “The SG site…the scholarship results just went up. You got it.” I stared at him. “What?” “The full one. Until graduation. Your name’s on the list…I just saw it.” My hands felt suddenly clumsy. I pulled out my phone, thumbs not quite steady, and opened the SG Organization page. The list of recipients loaded slowly. I scrolled once, then again. There it was…my full name, listed under the fully funded category. Tuition, fees, everything required by the university until I graduated. For a second, the hallway noise disappeared, everything tightened into one sharp, disbelieving point of light.I got it! Layla reached me first, then Ava and Chloe, then Nolan. “Congrats, Jamin! “I’m so happy for you!” Ava’s arms went around my sho

*JAMIN* A mother bargaining for time. Offering favorite meals, planning vacations just to have her child under the same roof again. I tried to picture my own mother doing any of it and came up empty. The only image that arrived was a suitcase by the door and a promise that was never kept. They laughed at things I didn’t have context for. She reached over once to adjust the collar of his shirt without thinking, the way someone does when the gesture had become a habit. I ate quietly. The envy came slowly at first, then all at once. I wondered if the ache of that absence I felt would ever heal. I kept eating, trying and failing to push the sadness far enough down that it wouldn’t show on my face. Susan glanced at me, her expression softening as if she had noticed my quiet. “You’re welcome to come as well, Jamin, if you don’t have plans. Any friend of Andrew’s who keeps him studying is already family in my book.” Andrew looked briefly alarmed. “Mom,

*JAMIN* I opened my mouth but nothing useful came out…only a choked sound. He shoved me aside like I weighed less than the broken chair. I hit the edge of the cabinet with my shoulder and stayed down, curled small, while he continued destroying everything on his way. Plates shattered. A drawer was ripped out and dumped. He kicked the refrigerator door hard enough that the bottles inside clanked like bones. “I’m going to find that cunt,” He kept ranting, voice raw. “And when I do, I’m going to make her bleed for every day she left me stuck with this useless mouth to feed. She wants to run? I’ll give her something to run from.” After that night the house became a place where the floor itself felt unstable. I learned to move like a ghost, to watch his face the second the door opened, to measure every breath and every step against the chance it might set him off. I lived on eggshells so thin I could hear them cracking under my own feet. The only thing

*JAMIN* Summer break had started, but it didn’t feel like summer for me at all. Every morning, the light came through the windows the same way it always had…warm, ordinary, almost gentle…yet I moved through the days as if a permanent bank of dark clouds hung just above my head. The nightmares of my early childhood returned almost every night with a force I could not understand or control. I would wake gasping, heart slamming against my ribs, the taste of old fear still thick in my mouth, the sound of my father’s voice still ringing in my ears long after I had opened my eyes. Sometimes, I could still feel the phantom grip of his hand around my body dragging me around. I didn’t know why the memories had chosen this particular summer to attack with such relentless intensity. Maybe it was because I had begun to long for my mother again with a sharpness that bordered on physical pain. The ache sat under my sternum like a second heartbeat. Either way, I wante

*JAMIN* Damn it! I hadn’t thought this part through. I already knew the apartment number. I could just walk in, take the elevator, and knock. But was that right? What if she opened the door and looked at me like a stranger? What if her new husband was home? What if the children were there? Everything would be too sudden, right? I walked over to a wooden bench near the entrance and sat down. My hands wouldn’t stay still. I kept adjusting the straps of my backpack, then folding them, then unfolding them again. Time passed slowly. People came and went through the main doors. None of them were her. After a while, I checked my phone and realized almost two hours had gone by, I still hadn’t moved. Then the glass doors opened again. I saw her.My mother. The pictures hadn’t done justice to her at all. She was glowing…seeing my mother like this in person…completely different from the stressed out woman from my memories made me so happy. She