ELLA'S POV My heart pounded like a drum in my chest as I watched him give a curt nod to Mr. Stewart. Stewart stood up slowly, cracking his knuckles with a sickening pop."No, no, please," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.Stewart's foot connected with Mom's chair, sending her crashing to the floor with a sickening thud. She let out a pained whimper that tore through my soul."Stop it!" I screamed, thrashing against my restraints. "She's pregnant, for God's sake! You're hurting her... you're hurting the baby!"Mom lay on her side, curled protectively around her swollen belly. Tears streamed down my face as I watched her struggle to breathe.Stewart's laughter echoed through the room, cold and mirthless. "That's not my baby, you foolish girl," he sneered, looming over Mom's trembling form.I blinked, confusion momentarily overriding my fear. "What? What are you talking about? You're the one who..." I couldn't finish the sentence, the words sticking in my throat.He whirled to
ELLA'S POV The world around me exploded into chaos, but I barely registered it. Sirens wailed, their piercing screams cutting through the air like knives. Red and blue lights flashed, painting the walls in a twisted dance of colors. But none of it mattered. Nothing mattered except the lifeless body in my arms."Please, don't leave me," I sobbed, shaking him desperately. "Trent, please. Wake up!"I shook him gently, then more forcefully, willing his eyes to open, for his chest to rise and fall with breath. But he remained still, his skin growing colder by the second.Police officers swarmed the room, their voices a distant hum in my ears. "Richard Donovan, you're under arrest," one of them shouted, his words barely penetrating my fog of grief. "For child abuse, illegal use of drugs, attempted murder, kidnapping..."The list went on, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Let them arrest him. Let them lock him up and throw away the key. It wouldn't bring Trent back.Mom lay crumpled on
ELLA'S POV My eyelids fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the harsh lights above. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils as I slowly realized I was in a hospital room. A figure was slumped over the side of my bed, their head resting on their folded arms. For a fleeting moment, my heart leapt - Trent?But as the figure stirred and lifted their head, my hopes were dashed. It was Ryan, his eyes red-rimmed and hair disheveled. Our eyes locked, and an uncomfortable silence stretched between us. This was supposed to be my brother. The word felt foreign, almost laughable. If Mr. Matthews was truly my father, then Ryan was my... I couldn't even finish the thought. It was too surreal, too raw.How could my entire world have shifted so dramatically in such a short time?I tried to push myself up, my arms trembling with the effort. Ryan reached out to support my neck, but I jerked away."Don't touch me," I snapped, my voice hoarse. "I can do it myself."Ryan's hand hovered a
ELLA'S POVI opened my eyes to another gray morning, the sunlight struggling to penetrate the heavy curtains I'd drawn weeks ago. The silence in my room was deafening, broken only by the occasional ping of my phone - another message I'd ignore. Everything wasn't okay. It hadn't been for weeks.Trent was still in the hospital, and I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty. The worst part? I didn't even know how he was faring. Some ridiculous ban on visits had been imposed, cutting me off from the one person I desperately needed to see.I dragged myself out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger - hollow-eyed and pale. I barely recognized myself anymore.For the umpteenth time, I found myself outside the Donovan mansion, my fists pounding against the imposing iron gates. "Please!" I screamed, my voice hoarse from overuse. "I just need to know if he's okay!"My cries echoed in the empty driveway, met only by the rustling of leaves. As always, th
ELLA'S POV"Ella!" Susan's arms wrapped around me like a vice. "We've been worried sick about you!" Her voice cracked, and I felt her shoulders shake. "It's been like walking through a ghost town without you here."I hesitated for a moment before returning her embrace, burying my face in her shoulder. The warmth of human contact after so long in isolation nearly overwhelmed me.As Susan pulled back, I caught sight of Amelia hovering a few feet away. Our eyes met for a split second before she looked down, her fingers twisting the hem of her sweater. The pain across her face made my chest tighten.Susan followed my gaze, her voice dropping to a whisper. "She's been like that for days now, Ella. Ever since... well, you know." She bit her lip, clearly struggling to find the right words. "I think she blames herself for what her dad did. She won't talk about it, but I can see it eating her up inside."I took a deep breath, steeling myself. This wasn't going to be easy, but I couldn't bear t
ELLA'S POVI stood before the mirror, my reflection staring back at me.The dress hugged my curves perfectly, its deep purple fabric shimmering in the light of my bedroom. My fingers traced the beadwork along the bodice, memories flooding back of the day Trent had bought it at the store."You're beautiful," I whispered to my reflection, trying to summon the confidence I once had. I smoothed out a non-existent wrinkle, remembering the day Lucinda had "accidentally" spilled punch on it at the couple's dance. It had taken three trips to the dry cleaner to remove the stain completely, but I didn't care. This dress was more than just fabric and thread; it was a symbol of everything Trent and I had been through.Let them stare, I thought defiantly. Let them whisper about how I'm wearing the same dress. This isn't about them. This is for Trent.As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I caught sight of Mr. Matthews in the living room. He was pacing back and forth, his fingers drumming nervo
ELLA'S POV I placed my trembling hand in his, still stunned by his sudden appearance. As he led me to the front, my mind raced with questions. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, their excited whispers creating a noise around us.We glided across the floor, and I couldn't help but stare at Trent. He moved with such grace, showing no signs of the injuries that had kept him hospitalized. Something felt off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.As we stepped onto the stage, the spotlight bathed us in its warm glow. Trent's eyes sparkled with an intensity I'd never seen before. Just as we were about to begin our dance, he dropped his crutches. I gasped, instinctively reaching out to steady him.But he didn't falter. Instead, he swept me into his arms with a flourish, spinning me around as if he'd never been injured at all. The crowd erupted in cheers, but their excitement felt distant, muffled by the doubt growing in my mind.As we swayed to the music, I studied his face closely. T
ELLA'S POVThe summer sun beat down on us as we streamed out of the auditorium, a sea of black gowns and square caps. I squinted against the brightness, my hand instinctively reaching for Tom's. His fingers intertwined with mine, warm and comforting, yet not quite right.I forced a smile, trying to ignore the hollowness in my chest. "It's so awkward, right? Us being together like this."Tommy's eyes met mine. "We'll make it work, Ella. We have to."And we did, in a way. The past few months had been a whirlwind of pretending, of plastering on smiles and playing the part of the perfect couple. It was easier than facing the truth - that Trent was gone, possibly forever. The pity in people's eyes when they thought about 'poor Ella' was too much to bear. At least this way, I could pretend everything was normal.I'd thrown myself into the charade with a desperation that surprised even me. Late-night study sessions with Tommy, learning every detail of Trent's life. Practicing his mannerism