Skye 13 Reasons Why Novels & Stories

So if you see her, better make sure you- I didn't wait to read the whole shitty paragraph that he wrote. Looking up from my phone, I looked around the school grounds cautiously. There weren't much people out here, mostly because the classes hadn't ended yet. Skeptically, I looked back at my phone. Connor: He isn't telling me why they're keeping tabs on her. Am I supposed to kill this one right here? He's bleeding real bad. I looked up at Skylar's retreating form. She was almost across the parking lot, making her way back inside the hall. I didn't know why something seemed strangely odd about all of this.

Kyle asked with a confused and scared expression. I took a deep breath and spoke, "I'm leaving Kyle." I tried to walk away but he grabbed onto my arm. "What do you mean your leaving Skye, why?" I wanted to just stay here and be with him and my family but I knew what would happen if didn't leave. "Im leaving to be with someone else Kyle." I looked away from him, not having the will power to look into his eyes and say it. He released my arm and I looked at him, his face held so much pain and rejction in it. "Why?" He croaked out.

"But right now, logic isn't going to work on her. If you stay here, she’s going to spend the next four hours fighting you instead of focusing on her mother. It’s going to tear her apart, and it’s going to make things harder for the medical staff." I looked past his shoulder. Skye was sitting on one of the plastic waiting room chairs now, her head buried in her blood-stained hands, her shoulders shaking with silent, violent sobs. She looked so small. For all her posturing as the new Schfard successor, she was just a twenty four year old girl whose world had just been shifted in a single evening. "I think it’s best if you leave," Tyler said softly, his dark eyes full of a heavy, protective sin

However, to his surprise, Hannah jolted up from the bed as if she had been shocked. Jack was in the dark about the full terms of the agreement, unaware that one of the grievances was Hannah's abortion, done to clear the way for Jack's future child. "Why? Is it wrong to want a child for Jack? Jack's dying, with just six months left. In the end, won't I still be with you? If it bothered you, why didn't you say something sooner?"

My heart gave a violent jolt as I hovered at the ICU doors, my whole body trembling. 'What's he planning? Is he going to hurt my boy again? No—never again. My child won't suffer any more. I won't allow it!' The faint smirk on Skye's face made me want to tear him apart piece by piece.

Those nearby were stunned. She yanked her coat free and stepped over the threshold. She didn’t look back. Whatever Mrs. Sawyer had to say didn’t matter anymore. The damage had already been done. No apology could undo it. Skye hadn’t destroyed her because she pitied her. The woman was nothing but a disposable pawn, a tragic tool in Emmet’s hand. To hate her would be… a waste of time. She took two steps and paused again, sunlight spilling across her face. She looked up, narrowed her eyes against the golden rays, and whispered,

She stared at the message that had just arrived: “Tyler is Adrian’s first son, ask him about it.” Her fingers trembled as she typed back. “Who are you, and how do you know all of this?” A moment passed before another message lit up the screen. “I am a friend. I’m just looking out for you and Lia. Believe me, I have your best interest at heart.” “Then why do it from the shadows? Why won’t you say who you are?” Stacey typed, her anxiety growing. “Me telling you all of this is already risking enough.” Stacey exhaled shakily.

Sifting through those memories, I absent-mindedly touched my scar when Katrine entered the room and announced the news that I had also heard some minutes ago, once again. “Lexie! You are coming to the party tonight, right? Let's find a dress for you to wear-” “Kate! I really don't want to go-” “What! Why?” “You know the reason well! I hate crowds, because apparently even after two years, people haven’t gotten used to the fact that I have a scar, and they either keep staring at it or averting their gaze like they are scared!” “Hey, how many times do I need to tell you that your scars are-”

Skye’s voice lacks any trace of the remorse there a second ago and now it just contains pure venom as she snaps back, “I thought you would want this too! You’ve been skulking around for weeks now ever since the news about her came out. I wanted to show you that no matter what, she will always still be beneath you. HAVING A RICH FATHER DOESN’T COUNT, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE DOESN’T EVEN LOVE HER!” My words hang weighty in the silence that follows her screaming. “Then why didn’t you let me attend the meeting?” My voice has gone deathly low and my mother wisely looks between the door and how fast she can cover the distance. I take a step towards Skye and ask her as tendrils of fear situate themselve

"Don't distract me while I'm driving." "So, as long as I don't mention Kyle, you're 'perfectly focused.'" "It was a highway earlier; you could see the road clearly without high beams. Of course, it's different." "Whatever you say." Alright, since Skyler refuses to talk, I guess I'll have to try my luck with the drama club members.