Everyone Thought My Screams Were Fake Novels & Stories

“We knew…my brother and my family wouldn’t stop looking for me. So we took Heratte’s help to fake my death.” “You fucked me and then…we faked my assault using those men…after that, Heratte took over and made it all look real.” Bullshit. It was all a fucking lie. I saw it. Just now. With my own damn eyes. The truth—the real truth—screamed at me in blood and terror. Her screams still shake me, rattle inside my ribs like a beast trying to claw its way out. I press my palms to my temples, forcing myself to breathe. Forcing myself to think.

"Come on, I know you've wanted to do this—just scream it out!" I hesitated, tucking my hair behind my ear as I walked towards him. "I don’t know… this feels ridiculous. We look like we’re—" "Forget all of that," he interrupted. "Just scream it out!" He pointed at me, and I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I let out a scream—loud and raw. For once, I didn’t care who heard. I was letting out the pain I’d held inside for so long, the torture, the betrayal. I screamed until my voice broke. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt lighter.

Could it be she carried out her threats? No, it can’t be! My fears broadened when everyone began to glance intimidatingly at me. “Woah, look who we have here. A fake!” Francis laughed and they began to chuckle and join in his laughter. My hands began to tremble, and I couldn’t even touch or hold anything. My lips shook, till I had to sink my teeth into my lips as I slammed my eyes shut. What am I going to tell Madam Helen? How will I explain to her?

What made me miserable was not only the marks of my blood brother but also the deception from my friends. Why was Osborn here yesterday? Why did I spend my first oestrus so easily last time? Why are there traces left by the use of the medicament to eliminate the scent in the room? I was so stupid that I thought it was a dream. I smiled bitterly and tears welled up from my eyes. So was this all fake? Friends were fake, their concern was fake, and starting a new life was fake. Were they all acting together with Osborn? Yeah, how could excellent people like them really regard me as a friend? How could such a good thing happen to me?

He scoffed "The screams speaks for themselves. You really turned Mariah Carey or Celine Dion" I said laughing "The fake screams. Your dick is small" He said smirking. "Ask Serena or maybe Darcy, Chloe, Donna Lee, Anna, Winny, Nancy, Nadia, Zoe, Christina and the list goes on. Go asked them if I'm small. Last night you were screaming so loud you'd beg to differ" I said to him "Right because you'd never think they were faking like I was" He said sarcastically.

"Not a word, not a shout. Just vanished like smoke." "I didn't even get to watch, though," I paced slowly. "Damon was finally going to listen to her that night, and then I shrieked. Timing was perfect. I knew it would distract him." Dystre's mouth dropped. "Wait, that shriek—you faked that?" I smiled and tapped my forehead. "A good actress cries when she has to." She laughed harder this time.

I rolled my eyes and shut the screen, tossing the phone back onto the table like it was spam. “Unbelievable,” I scoffed. Vincent frowned. "What?” “AI,” I said dismissively. “Or some pathetic attempt at manipulation.” He blinked. “Elena—” “Honestly,” I went on, heat creeping into my voice, “how low can a person go? Sending fake violence to get attention?” Vincent looked confused. “What video?” “Someone” I said flatly. “Getting beaten up. Poorly staged, overacted. I’ve seen better special effects in low-budget thrillers.”

Only, I was that guy. He glared. “I saw that.” “You were meant to,” I replied with a voice that was steady. My best friend could not beat me right now, could he? “You told me this was fake.” “It is fake,” Sky cut in. I watched his jaw clench. “You looked like you meant it.” I did. But I couldn’t say that. “It was in the moment,” I shrugged. “Crowd was hype. Emotions were high. Chill.” Ethan growled, “Don’t tell me to chill about my sister.”

He swept me off my feet, dumping me on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. I opened my mouth and screamed, as far as my lungs could accommodate. A few bystanders glanced at me, before shaking their heads in what resembled mild amusement. There was absolutely nothing funny about my situation right now but they just didn't seem to understand it. He spanked my ass, "people think we are role playing. It would be nice for you to keep up with the act, it sells faster than any other thing you could have ever told them." He laughed. Humiliation warred inside of me. How could I be screaming for help and the first thing that came to people's minds was maybe enjoying some form of role play?

We can still be friends. He clenched his jaw. "If not... we're done." I gave a bitter smile. So this is what it feels like—trying to prove you're real to people who already decided you're not. Jeff and Frank didn't believe I was dead. They honestly thought I'd teamed up with the cops and a whole crematorium to prank them. But I was just... me. Just a girl. How could I pull off something like that? They came in pissed. Left the same way.