LIES ARE CATCHING UP

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW. The faces of everyone stared back at me while I gripped the sheets as tight as I could. The doctor- her name tag read Theresa- smiled politely at me, one hand holding a medical chart and the other a pen. She stood close to me, smiling warmly; “Miss Brooks, how are you feeling?” “Fine.” I cleared my throat. “I’m feeling fine, thank you.” “That's good to hear. Any pain, numbness, anything I need to know? You can be comfortable here with us.” “Yeah, Noah. You’re with family.” Hunter stepped forward, smiling warmly at me, but his eyes- those dark eyes didn’t change even a hint of the anger in them. “Tell us whatever you need to.” For a moment, all I did was stare at him, gripping the sheets tighter before I found the doctor's face again. “Yes; everything is alright.” I nodded slowly. “Okay; that’s good to hear.” She took another step closer. “Now, dear…because of the circumstances surrounding what happened to you, we have a strict legal duty to learn the det

Última actualización : 2026-10-13

TWO BROOKS?

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW. I should pinch myself; maybe that’ll wake me from this nightmare. That’s what I did; I pulled my right hand underneath the hospital blanket, brought my left hand closer, and pinched as hard as I could… three times. It didn’t matter; my twin brother, the creature I agreed to swap places with for Blackridge Academy, stood a couple of steps away from me, smiling ear to ear at my father while he fawned over him. What the actual fuck??? “Where have you been, son?” Dad gasped, hands checking Owen’s body as if searching for injuries, while Coach looked at him like he wanted to make him do laps then and there But the thing is, Owen… the real Owen can’t do laps for shit. Hell, he can’t do anything! “Yes, son.” Coach echoed, sarcasm rolling off his tongue as he stood on Owen's other side, glaring at his blonde, curly hair that matched my wig when I was in disguise. “Where the hell have you been? Been calling, texting; damn near sent a witch and a pigeon to find yo

Última actualización : 2026-10-13

HOW BAD COULD HOCKEY REALLY BE?

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW. “A week?” The word came out of my mouth the moment Doctor Theresa’s words left her lips. “As in seven days? One full whole week?” She nodded, flipping through the charts in her hands. “At least a week, Miss Brooks. Your scans look reassuring, which is a wonderful thing, but the impact you took was quite significant. You lost consciousness, you have considerable swelling around the side of your head, and you’ve already reported dizziness as well.” “So you’re serious about the one week thing?”I repeated, staring at her as she’d just told me I had to spend the rest of my life on Mars. “We need to make proper observation, Noah.” “But I have—“ “Hockey.” She finished for me with a small, gentle smile. “I know; your mother has told me approximately seventeen times that you’re supposed to be training a group of girls for an all-female team. And while I do understand, I cannot let you walk out of this hospital unless and until we are completely sure you can be on

Última actualización : 2026-10-14

THE REAL OWEN BROOKS

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW. By the time I stepped out to the hallway, I kept my head lowered as I limped toward the elevators, one hand pressed against the wall whenever another wave of dizziness rolled through me. Every few steps, I glanced over my shoulder, watching to see if Hunter or my mother or any of the wandering doctors or nurses noticed anything unusual. But nothing of the sort happened. Good. I inhaled slowly, then faced ahead. I didn’t stop walking untill I stopped in front of the elevator, but before I could press the button, I heard someone call behind me; “You, stop!” My entire body tensed the moment I heard their voice. I could hear a weird ringing in my ears as I swallowed, muttering prayers under my breath. Please don’t be anyone I know. Please don’t catch me. “Turn around.” They called still behind me, but I didn’t dare move an inch, or even breathe too loudly. “I-I….I need to use the bathroom.” I blinked, trying not to slap my forehead at the ridiculous lie. T

Última actualización : 2026-10-14

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LIES ARE CATCHING UP

TWO BROOKS?

HOW BAD COULD HOCKEY REALLY BE?

THE REAL OWEN BROOKS