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61 - Gabriel Loses His Temper At His Dad

Gabriel's POV"What are you doing here?" The words came out flat, more of an accusation than a question. I looked past Dad to Roland, waiting for an explanation, but Roland looked just as blindsided as I felt, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound coming out."Gabe, I didn't--" Roland started."Matthew called me," Dad said smoothly, cutting him off before he could finish. "Said he was coming to see Roland. Since both of you are friends, I figured I would come along and see you too.""You should have told me you were coming," I said as soon as he finished, not hiding my annoyance. Dad's mouth curved, but not quite a smile. "If I had, would you have let me?"I did not answer that. We both already knew the answer.I turned and walked toward the back of the house, needing distance more than I needed to stand there and keep looking at him.Roland caught up to me before I got to the hallway."Ryder," he said, which made no sense until I realized he had meant to say something else en

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-09-19

62 - Roland Is Crazy

Joey's POVI didn't plan to follow them. My feet just moved on their own the second I saw Roland slip out after Gabriel and his father; something in his face was too tight for me to sit still and wait as he told me to.I stayed a few steps behind, careful with every step, and ducked around the side of the house when Roland stopped near the door. He didn't go out right away. He just stood there, hidden by the same shadow I hid in on the other side, and I realized, with a small jolt, that he was listening too.I heard most of it. Jeremiah's voice, calm and cutting. Gabriel's voice, tight and getting tighter. My mother's name said the way people say something they think is beneath them. My own name, and the word stripper, dropped so easily; I had to catch my breath.I pressed my back against the wall and closed my eyes, waiting for it to end.When the door finally slid open again and Gabriel walked back inside, Roland did not follow him in right away either. He stood a moment longer near

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-09-20

63 - What's Happening Friday Night?

Joey's POVI walked to the apartment door, still shaking, Roland's voice replaying in my head. Earlier, I had actually worried about him. I had noticed the bruise under his eye and wondered what had happened between him and his father. A small part of me had even wanted to reach out and check if he was okay. I should never have worried about him.For weeks, I believed Roland didn't know the full truth about what he was doing to me. I thought maybe his cruelty came from not knowing about Gabriel. I thought that if he didn't know about Gabriel, maybe there was still some reason for what he was doing.But he had known everything from the beginning.He knew about Gabriel. Our history. He knew everything, yet he still chose to do this to me. He had spent weeks pretending, smiling through it all, like some game he had already won.It was more than cruel.He knew exactly where Gabriel and I were hurting. He knew what his actions were doing to his best friend and continued anyway.I slowly

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-09-20

64 - I Was Beat, And She Looked Beautiful

Gabriel's POVI ran another lap across the field, my cleats tearing into the grass, my mind stuck on the same thought it had been replaying for days.Joey had chosen Roland.She had looked me straight in the eye and told me I had no right to interfere in her relationship with him.Roland and I had barely spoken since that night. We passed each other in the hallway, locker room, and during practice. We spoke as little as possible during drills. Only what was required.I avoided the whole situation and focused on whatever minor exercises Dr. Conrad still allowed me to do. I ran harder than necessary until Coach finally pulled me aside."What is eating at you this time?" He asked, hands folded, concern in his eyes."Nothing," I said, gasping for breath.It was the same lie I had been giving everyone lately.I turned to go back onto the field, but Coach grabbed my arm. I guess he wasn't finished."Your grades are failing, Davenport." I stopped, shocked. "Failing?"I'd had no idea.I had b

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-09-21

65 - A Lie I Could Not Take Back.

Joey's POVRoland picked me up that morning and took me straight downtown to some French stylist he clearly already knew.She greeted him with a kiss on each cheek before she even looked at me properly."Roland, darling," she said, hands still on his shoulders. "It has been too long.""School has kept me busy," he said smoothly and then turned to me. "Nicole, this is Joey."Nicole's eyes flicked over me, like a jeweler might size up a stone before deciding what to cut. "Ah! The girlfriend.""The girlfriend," Roland agreed.Oh, so she knew about me."Sit," she told me, gesturing toward a chair in front of a mirror lined with bright bulbs. "We have a lot of work to do.""What kind of work exactly?" I asked."You will see," she said, already reaching for a comb.I didn't argue further. I sat and let her hands move through my hair. Another woman started on my face with brushes and powders I couldn't name, and I stared at my reflection slowly turn into someone else entirely.By the time t

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-09-21

66 - The Only Explanation I could Think Of

Gabriel's POVI did not sleep that night. The image kept playing in my mind every time I closed my eyes. Joey's face tilted toward Roland's, the crowd cheering as he kissed her.I ignored her calls the next morning, three, then left her one text unopened for hours.'Please let me explain.'I almost believed she meant it. Almost.Then I thought about the quad, the café, and everything that had happened. The more I thought about it, the harder it became to believe it was all just a misunderstanding.One thing kept going through my head: the only explanation I could think of. And it pissed me off. The next day, I went to the library to pick up some books when I saw her. I hid behind a shelf so she wouldn't see me. She was packing her stuff and looked exhausted. Seeing her like that used to make me want to hold her. Now, it only made me angry.I couldn't help but wonder what she was juggling to be so tired.I almost walked over, almost said something.Then she stepped outside, and... I fo

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-09-22

67 - Had I Overreacted Earlier?

Joey's POV Gabriel's words hit me hard, and before I could think, my hand moved, and I slapped him. The slap echoed through the quiet street. This was the second time. I flinched, but I didn't regret it, not after what he'd said. Gabriel's head had turned sharply to the side. Slowly, he raised a hand to his cheek. For a moment, he just stood there, stunned, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide. I had never seen him look like that before. Not even during our worst fights four years ago. Good, I thought. Let him feel something real for once instead of watching me pretend for a camera or a crowd. "You know nothing." My voice shaking. "Nothing about my life. Nothing about what I am really protecting by staying quiet." He still seemed shocked, but at least he was ready to listen. "Joey—" "Comparing me to a gold digger," I cut him off, fury boiling inside of me, "over something I never wanted, is the cruelest thing you have ever said to me." He stepped forward, reaching to to

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-09-22

68 - I Am Really Tired. Of Everything

Joey's POVI got home sometime after 1 in the morning, legs aching, eyes still puffy despite the cold air that should have calmed the swelling by now.Gabriel had not stopped texting. Three more messages waited on my screen when I finally looked, each one a little more careful than the last.'I'm sorry.''Can we talk?''Please just tell me you got home safe.'I stared at them for a long moment, thumb hovering over the reply box, then locked the phone and shoved it into my pocket instead. It was a lot easier this way, cleaner with no more explaining, no more circling the same fight until one of us said something we couldn't take back.But it didn't feel clean at all. It felt like...After what he had said to me on that street, I didn't want to hear his voice tonight. I didn't trust myself to hear it without either breaking down completely or saying something even crueler than what I had already said.I entered the apartment, already looking forward to the couch, the blanket, and the qu

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-09-23

69 - I Was Still In Love With Gabriel

Joey's POVI said nothing more to her. Just, “It’s handled. You don’t need to worry about it.”Winona stood there for a long moment, arms crossed, studying my face as she tried to understand me.“Fine,” she finally said. “Handled, got it.”She turned and went back to her room without another word.The next two days passed in silence. Every morning, she would hand me a mug of coffee without looking at me for more than a second.“Thanks,” I would say.“Mm,” she would reply before turning away.We moved around the apartment, polite but distant. We both knew we had to talk, but I guess neither of us was brave enough to start it.Especially me.On the second afternoon, my phone buzzed. Roland’s name appeared on the screen.“Meet me at Crestwood,” he said without saying hello. “The golf course past the highway.”“Why?” “Because I said so.” He paused. “Wear something nice. You’re meeting some friends of mine.”Before I could answer, he hung up.I stood in front of my closet for a long time,

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-09-23

70 - Winona Didn't Come Back.

Joey's POVI needed a distraction, something to take my mind away from things.I opened the video instead—the one Roland was using against me.I forced myself to watch it again, hoping I would notice something that could help me escape him. Maybe the face was blurred enough that it couldn't be me. Maybe the timestamp was wrong. Maybe there was something. Anything.But there wasn't.There never was.I was still on the couch, thinking, when suddenly I was standing in a room filled with familiar faces.Gabriel, Ryder, Roland, and dozens of other men stood around me, their faces growing harder to see.They repeated the same word again and again. Louder each time.“Whore.”“Whore.”“Whore.”I turned around, desperate to get away, but more people were behind me—more faces, and more voices.They surrounded me from every side.Soon, the word didn't even sound like a word anymore. It was just noise. Just a loud, endless noise.Something heavy pressed against my chest. I couldn't breathe.Then

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