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SKYLA I could feel the weight of the world lay heavily on my dainty shoulders as I walked through the hallway that led to the break room. Each step felt deliberate, as if I was walking through an invisible minefield, afraid that the wrong step could trigger an explosion. The weight wasn’t just from the events that had plunged my life into total chaos. It was the ache of feeling entirely alone in a place that had once felt like home – a place that had once served as refuge for me.

He looked away, embarrassed, as I went through the door. Walking slowly in the heels, I looked down to the main floor, trying not to click them so loud. Reggie was already down there waiting for me. I wondered if there wasn't something more to her normal flirting with a cute guy, when it came to Pharel. "Come on princess, those shoes aren't made of egg shells." She laughed at my cautioned steps. "Screw the egg shell, it's my ankles I am worried about." I was wobbling a bit and she just laughed at me more.

“evidence suggests you do.” That did it. I threw the book onto a chair. "Fine. I'll read your stupid rulebook. But I need to find my shoe." I turned and stomped out, the irony of my one-shoed stomp not exactly lost on me. I almost hit my elbow at the doorframe as I stomped into my room. I found the traitorous show hiding under the bed. I didn't know what else to do, I stare at the matching diamond earrings and my hands shook as I tried to put them on.

I felt like I was walking on eggshells, never knowing when she would strike next. The silence between us grew thicker, like a fog that refused to lift. I could feel Erin's eyes on me, boring into my skin, but I refused to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. I stared at my bare feet, my body inching me to leave her sight. But I couldn't, when I couldn't even lay it flat on the ground without wincing in pain.

BOOK 3:CHAPTER 27 -ELAINE- I ran barefoot around the neighborhood, looking like a car had just ran me over. I didn’t know where I was heading to. I just knew I had to get out of here. My feet were cold and aching,my body shaking from adrenaline and fear. It wasn’t until the gravel beneath my soles gave way to the familiar crunch of Duncan’s driveway that I realized where my instincts had taken me. Before I could even think to knock, the front door opened. Duncan stepped out fast, eyes scanning the darkness like he was expecting trouble and maybe he was. Just not this kind of trouble. His expression changed the moment he saw me.

The shelves had been scattered around and books were flying all around the small space. My left leg was stuck under one of the shelves and i had to manage and pull it off in an awkward position with just two of my hands until my leg was free and i could feel the enormous pain but that did not stop me from finding the book. I had been searching while struggling with a broken foot for a book that held the rest of my future, and when i finally found it, i was completely shattered. I did not want to cry, i could not, all along i told myself i was iron woman, made of steel and nothing would break me. Nothing could.

Worse, if he kept asking, something might slip—something I didn’t want to say. “I leaned on the shelf to rest,” I said, rushing my words, “and my hand slipped, taking some books off. I just decided to remove more and rearrange them, but eventually, I couldn’t.” I exhaled, frustration rising. “And I don’t like that I can’t move anywhere without being monitored or stared at like I’m a child! Marco did the same thing, and see what it led to. Just leave me alone.” I dropped the remaining books with a dull thud, grabbed my walker, and started towards the direction I came from, trying to move faster even though the pain in my foot protested.

I went for shoes on purpose because the amount of walking I am going to put up I don't want to imagine. Well as I would say in these cases even if all of hell let lose now there is no stopping from another traumatizing shopping! Wish me luck! This is the first chapter please let me know your thoughts thank you!

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

the automated voice of the elevator said as soon as we got to our floor and the doors slowly slid open, my grip on my shoes in my hands thightened, I just stood still inside the elevator as I stared out, flashes of me falling and breaking my legs flashed through my eyes, My eyes quickly spotted the janitor's bucket still left carelessly on the floor, in the same exact position as before. My grip on my shoes tightened, and I used them as a counterbalance as I walked with care, watching my step, the floor was still quite wet and I took slow steps and made my way to my office. My heart rose and fell in my chest as I continued walking to my office barefooted, “Are you okay?!” Collin whispered behind me, I nodded slowly looking straight ahead as I walked into my new office.

Chapter: 1 ******** “The Bond That Broke Me” I walked through the crowd, careful not to spill the drinks balanced on the tray in my hands. Laughter and chatter filled the air, blending with the clink of glasses and the rustle of silk ball gowns brushing against the polished floors. I tried not to look up, just focus on each step. One wrong move and the entire tray could crash to the ground. And wouldn’t they love that? A wave of anxiety rippled through me at the thought. The shame would sting, but the whispers would be worse. They already hated me enough.

The kind that made promises without saying them. The kind that made walking away feel impossible, and staying feel like stepping onto thin ice that was already cracking under our feet. “Oh,” I said, because nothing else would’ve been too much. Anything longer, heavier, would’ve cracked the fragile balance holding the moment together. She shifted her weight, bare feet whispering against the floor as she shuffled closer. Her toes curled slightly, like she needed the grounding. “I thought you’d left.” The words weren’t accusing. They were small. Careful. Almost afraid of the answer.

Heaven didn’t bleed; it cracked like fine china under the weight of my obsidian boots. I walked through the Bone-Coral grove, the heels of my right boot clicking against the silver soil while my left stone leg dragged with a heavy, rhythmic thud. The sound was a desecration. In this world of perfect loops and rendered peace, I was a walking glitch. I was the dirt beneath their fingernails, the ash in their sterile lungs. Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

she said and I waved great fully at her before reaching the shelf. As I looked at the books, one of it caught my eyes.. " calming the storms ". Immediately a smile shoots up on my face and I picked the book up to inspect it. I wanted to read this so I turned and still staring at the book, reading what the book was about. I hit something or should I say I bumped heads with something or someone possibly.. " fuck " I winced in pain before backing away and hitting the cabinet with my foot, causing me to sprain my ankle.. I'm sure I sprained it.

The sturdy structure trembled, teetering on the edge of stability before collapsing backward, causing the shelves behind it to topple due to the impact. All the books scattered over the ground, creating loud noise. Leah instinctively covered her ears, taking a cautious step backward "So, you let him know all about how pathetically I wept over him," Ashlyn uttered. Leah softly corrected, "I didn't let him know about you crying."

I whispered, my voice sounding impossibly small. I walked out before he could say another word, my heels clicking fast against the hard floor of the empty building. I kept my arm pinned close to my side, my sleeve pulled all the way down, my chest tight with a thick, sickening shame. I had just lied straight to the face of the only person who actually cared enough to protect me.

We can work through our feelings once we both make it out of here alive. The sharp, jagged rock digs mercilessly into the sensitive ball of my feet, causing me to wince in pain. I’m relieved to find that it hasn’t punctured my skin, but the discomfort remains. As I gingerly reach for a few other fragments strewn across the surface, they too feel like unforgiving shards of broken glass embedded in the unforgiving wall. Did he intentionally design it this way? I wonder, as if deliberately placed to torment me. Walking through this feels like a minefield. Each step is a gamble, and every touch reminds me of the danger.

ELENA'S POV, I walked back towards my room, thinking about my life and how hopeless it turned out to be. The book was pressed against my chest, though I couldn’t even remember the title or what the book was about. Just like before, the staff seemed to hold their conversation when I walked past them, but continued when they thought I was out of hearing range. I knew they were talking crap about me, and that cemented the things Casey was saying about them not accepting me.

I murmur, holding her closer. We sit like that for a long while, the house quiet except for the twins shifting inside her, tiny kicks reminding me that this storm I’m navigating isn’t just about emotions. It’s about new life. It’s about family. It’s about love. And somehow, walking on eggshells feels worth it. Because I’d walk on a million eggshells for Alessandra and those twins without hesitation. Every tear. Every laugh. Every messy, beautiful, overwhelming moment. I thought I knew what panic looked like. I was wrong, and apparently, the twins have activated something primal in her. Nesting. Or at least… what I can only describe as full-scale home overhaul mode.

DREA My legs walked towards the bookshelf in the corner, tracing my fingers along the books. I laughed to myself. This bookshelf was just here for the aesthetics. I doubt if he’s ever touched it. My hand traced the wood of the shelf, my face forming a frown. Why was this— I slightly pushed the shelf with a hand, and I felt it wobble. He should really get this fixed before it falls on someone. I pushed it again but this time, it didn’t just wobble.