روايات وقصص ضمن Everyone Thought My Screams Were Fake

She asked mockingly, quickly covering it with her fake mask of concern knowing all eyes were on us. “You tripped me intentionally,” I screamed, my voice cracking with rage. I didn’t care about how I sounded, or the fact that the entire event had stopped and all eyes were on me now.

"You're jealous of me!" He took a step toward me. The warriors moved to block him. "You're jealous that Scarlett is carrying my pup! So you forged all of this to frame us!" Some guests started nodding. Maybe he had a point. Maybe I really did fake everything. "She's a scientist," someone whispered. "She could make fake videos..." "The report could be false..." I heard their doubts. But I didn't care. Scarlett heard the whispers too. Hope flashed in her eyes. She crawled across the floor to Marcus.

I look like I’m wearing a fucking nightie, and now I’m about to walk into a bar filled with a bunch of bikers. At least the place should be dark. Maybe I can just sneak in and quietly ask the bartender for help without anyone noticing me. I take a deep breath and square my shoulders. Mustn’t let them smell fear after all. When I open the door and the loud music comes crashing to an eerily quiet halt, I see a crowd of very large men staring at me. It’s dogs, you dumbass!, I silently scream at myself. Never let dogs smell fear!

“Bro… you didn’t hear?” The screen tilted. And everything went silent. Jaden stared at the image, his mind refusing to process what his eyes were seeing. His chest tightened violently, like someone had punched him from the inside. “That’s fake,” he said immediately. No one replied. His hands clenched into fists. “That’s fake,” he repeated, louder. But the room didn’t agree with him. Someone muttered, “It’s everywhere.” Another said, “Damn. I didn’t think she was like that.”

I gripped the wall near me, hands wide stretched out, and pinned back against it to keep me steady. “Are you going to kill us?” a trembling voice screeched from the Lot. “Yes!” someone else concurred, “I thought this was a medical trial?” So that was real? Wasn't it fake news or a scam? The bodies missing and the ones found unconscious in dark alleys… these were all those people? Bile rushed to my throat with a sharp surge I couldn't control and this time I fell to my knees, clutched my stomach, and puked mercilessly by the corner.

I lose myself in it, in him, and believe—even if it's for a second—that all of this is real and let him chase the last shred of doubt from my mind. Cheers erupt from the crowd. Someone whistles, inciting more laughs and clapping. I can forget that this group is full of gun-wielding soldiers. I can even forget that none of my friends or family are aware of what I've done. But I didn't do anything. This is all pretend. Right?

I gripped the fabric because I was scared. I took deep, sharp breaths. I told myself this was not real. I told myself it was just a fake deal for a company. "In one year, this will be over," I whispered to myself. I had to remember it was all a lie. Then I looked at Damien. He looked so happy. He had a big smile on his face. He looked like he was truly in love with me. I was shocked. He was putting on a great show for the crowd. Every person in the room thought he was the luckiest man in the world.

Just a cold, dark void — and a sudden, intoxicating rush of pure satisfaction. A wicked thought sparked in my mind. He thought he was a master manipulator? He thought he could play games with my life? It was time to give Lucas Hayes a taste of his own toxic medicine. I forced my breathing to get shallow. I rubbed my eyes hard until they turned red and watery, squeezed out a few genuine-looking tears, and gasped in fake horror. "Oh my god! Stop! Please, stop!" I shrieked, my voice cracking with dramatic, frantic panic as I burst through the front doors and ran out into the courtyard.

Oh… fuck. My mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "Screaming?" I asked trying to sound confused. "Loud screaming," the man added, his lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. "For about an hour. They said it sounded like someone was being–" He cleared his throat a. "--murdered." I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. "I–that–" I stammered. "That wasn't–I mean, it was–"

The tangled bodies in every frame—each image unmistakably clear. The entire room fell silent. Each frame flashing across the screen was like a silent slap across Jess's family's face. The guests' gazes shifted back and forth between me, Jess, and Sonny. After a brief moment of stunned silence, Jess's composure completely shattered. "They're fake! All of it is fake!" She screamed, pointing at the screen like a madwoman. "They're edited! Grayson, just to get rid of me, you actually fabricated these to frame me?!"