The moment I step through the front door, the weight hits me. It’s like the air inside the house is different—heavier, colder. The kind of silence that doesn’t feel peaceful, just empty.
I close the door behind me, locking it out of habit, and stand there for a second. My bag hangs loosely from my shoulder, the straps digging in, but I barely notice. It’s like the energy I had earlier, the lightness I felt at the beach, gets sucked away the second I’m home.
I don’t even know why I keep doing this. Following Celeste around like some pathetic ghost of a friend I used to be. But here I am again, sitting in the farthest corner of her favorite coffee shop, pretending to care about the lukewarm latte in front of me.She’s here with Nathan, of course. Always Nathan. They’re laughing about something, and the sound carries all the way across the room to where I’m sitting. It feels like a punch to the gut.I try not to stare, but it’s impossible not to. Celeste looks so... light. Like she’s shed all the drama, all the weight of what happened between us, and moved on without a second thought. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, drowning in my own guilt and loneliness.I don’t even notice him until he’s standing in front of me."Mind if I join you?" The guy says and he smiles. I look him in his eyes and there's something there. I don't know what it is but he's not right. I kn
It's been 5 years since my father was killedI remember it like it's happening at this very moment.He worked late like every other night of his life and on his way home he was hijacked by a bunch of stupid boys who not only took his hard-earned money. They killed him in cold blood.My mother came into my room at 4 am in the morning and shook me awake. The moment I opened my eyes I saw the horror in hers. She tried to keep it together as she told me that I was never going to see my father again.My body went cold, I couldn't speak and I couldn't move. My father was dead!I don't remember how the funeral went because I was numb the whole time. All I remember is that he was put in the ground and that was it.And today when I woke up that numbness overtook me like it does every anniversary of his death. It starts in my feet and then it travels all the way to my chest. This ice-cold feeling grips
"Hi." I say to Celeste as she walks past my car. She ignores me and I say it again. "Hi," I say again and she passes by without a word. I stare at her in shock. I've been nothing but nice to this girl but she's always been mean.I follow her into to the store wondering what it would take for her to just say hello to me. I have been waiting for her to give me the light of day for a year now.I reach out and touch her arm softly. She just and then screams making me stop in my tracks."What the hell?" She says swatting my hand away, she looks up at me with a snarl on her face and it makes me smile. "And what the fuck are you smiling at?" She says taking her headphones off."I didn't know you had such a potty mouth," I say amused and she scawls at me."Wha do you want?" She says annoyed."I wanted to say hi to you," I say and she rolls her eyes at me. I smile surprised by her reaction. "And introduce myself," I say
An hour later I walk into the house with five grocery bags plastered to my body. I could have made a couple of trips to the car to get everything into the house but I don't have time for that. But that means I'm balancing eggs, milk and vinegar with every inch of my body so they don't fall.Now I have to admit I'm crazy for doing this but I'm almost there.When I get to the kitchen I slide my whole body down so I can place the bags down without breaking anything. I'm glad no one is here to see this because I'm sure I look stupid. If the fate of a dozen eggs wasn't in my hand I would have laughed.I breathe a sigh of relief when everything is safely placed on the ground.Now I have to put it away.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------20 minutes later"Mom," I call out at her bedroom door. I doubt she's awake yet. I didn't hear any movement
It's Monday. so that means it's a school day. I opted to walk to school instead of taking the bus. Fun fact about me, I hate other people. So I avoid them.It's not a long walk, it's about a mile or so.When I get to the school gate I take a deep breath and let the air fill out my entire chest. I use the breath as a reminder that I can get through this day. I let it it slowly as I start to enter the schoolyard.
"Alrighty. Have a seat." The principal says taking a seat behind the desk. He waits for me to sit down in one of the chairs in front of the desk and then he smiles at me. "How are you this morning?" He says looking at me closely.I fake a smile and nod. "I'm good" I add hoping he believes me. He's known for seeing bullshit from a mile away. The students have a running theory that he's some sort of vampire that can read people's minds."Are you sure?" He asks looking me straight in the eyes. I keep a straight face and make sure to blink as normally as I can. I don't want to give anything away or else I'll be stuck in a 3 hour therapy session with him."Yes," I say smiling so it seems like I am really good. I channel Tamrin's advice and try to project positivity towards him. "I'm sure," I say and he nods somewhat convinced. I sigh in relief on the inside happy that he fell for that. Victory!!! I scream in my head."I want to talk to
At Lunch The three of us are sitting under a huge willow tree behind the school gym. It's the only place that's quiet enough that we can have our lunch, and a great conversation and not feel like everyone is breathing down our necks. Most of the school prefers the cafeteria so that's a no-go zone for me. "Are you okay?" Tamrin asks tapping my hip softly. I look at her and blink a few times to bring my mind back to the present. I realised then that I'd zoned off a little. I smile and nod, which makes her frown. "You know, you'd be very pretty if you put in some effort," Presley says coming to stand between Tamrin and I. "We'll talk later," Tamrin whispers to me as her cousin squeezes between us. I scooch over giving her the space she's so openly demanding. I don't have the time or energy to argue with her about how rude this is." I mean you could let your hair down every once and then" She says moving her
"Sex is not everything," I say and she laughs out loud like I said the funniest thing in the world."Only people that don't have sex say that." She says sticking her tongue at me. I chuckle a little because Presley is sure the sun rises and sets in her ass. "Wait!" She says as if she just realized something. "Are you a virgin?" She asks squealing at me. "Yes," I say and she gasps like I am an alien that's vile and needs to be killed."OMG!!" She says and then she touches my shoulder. I look at her hand on my shoulder and then I look at her again. "You've got to be kidding me. She adds and I shrug at her statement and shock."Am I supposed to be ashamed?" I ask confused by her behaviour."Yes!" She says and I groan, annoyed. "You're a good-looking girl. When you try. "She says pointing up and down at me."No," I say disagreeing with her."T
I don’t even know why I keep doing this. Following Celeste around like some pathetic ghost of a friend I used to be. But here I am again, sitting in the farthest corner of her favorite coffee shop, pretending to care about the lukewarm latte in front of me.She’s here with Nathan, of course. Always Nathan. They’re laughing about something, and the sound carries all the way across the room to where I’m sitting. It feels like a punch to the gut.I try not to stare, but it’s impossible not to. Celeste looks so... light. Like she’s shed all the drama, all the weight of what happened between us, and moved on without a second thought. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, drowning in my own guilt and loneliness.I don’t even notice him until he’s standing in front of me."Mind if I join you?" The guy says and he smiles. I look him in his eyes and there's something there. I don't know what it is but he's not right. I kn
The moment I step through the front door, the weight hits me. It’s like the air inside the house is different—heavier, colder. The kind of silence that doesn’t feel peaceful, just empty.I close the door behind me, locking it out of habit, and stand there for a second. My bag hangs loosely from my shoulder, the straps digging in, but I barely notice. It’s like the energy I had earlier, the lightness I felt at the beach, gets sucked away the second I’m home.
VinceShe doesn’t have a clue.There she is, lying under that umbrella, her skin glowing in the sun, the waves crashing lazily behind her. She looks so at peace, so oblivious to the real world, to the danger that’s right here, watching her every move. It’s almost too easy.Nathan isn’t far. He never is. The loyal little lapdog, pretending to be her protector. But even he can’t be everywhere all the time. It’s only a matter of finding the right moment, the perfect crack in their little shield.I’ve been watching her long enough to know her patterns. She’s careful, sure, but not careful enough. And her home? That’s her weak spot.The house is practically a gift. Her mother is barely there—always working or locked away in her own little world. And Celeste? She’s alone most of the time. It’s almost laughable how easy it would be to slip in, grab her, and disappear. No one would hea
The sun is warm, casting a golden glow over the sand as waves crash rhythmically against the shore. I’m stretched out under a striped umbrella, the ocean breeze tickling my skin and the faint scent of salt lingering in the air. It’s the kind of day that should feel perfect, carefree.But my mind won’t stop running.Nathan is nearby, lounging in a chair with a book in his hands, but he’s been giving me space. For that, I’m grateful. He’s always nearby,
I stand in front of Liam my breathing slow and heavy. I start to take of my clothes watching the emotion in his eyes. He's taking me in. I take everything off until I'm naked. I can't stop because if I do, I'll chicken out.And then I tell him to take off his clothes. I watch him too. I take in his beautiful body. I take a deep breath when he's fully naked and sitting on the chair his cock in his hand. I watch him stroke it and my mouth and pussy get wet without effort.I walk to him and straddle him. I hover over his cock and feel him rub it on my folds. I close my eyes feeling the tip of his cock spreading my pussy juices slowly.Then he slides his shaft into me. I moan out loud as I slide it all the way inside of me....... I feel tears slide down my face and I open my eyes. Our eyes lock...-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The room is dark, save fo
How did I let it come to this?I sit cross-legged on my bed, staring at the wall, my phone in my lap. I’ve scrolled through my messages a hundred times tonight, hoping something will jump out at me—some clue, some moment I can point to where everything started going wrong. But all I see are echoes of the same thing: my words cutting through Celeste, Sadie pulling away, and now... nothing.My chest feels tight, and I rub at it absently, as if that will make the ache go away.
"I just can't," I whisper again, my voice barely audible, like the words might shatter if spoken any louder."Yes, you can" he says his voice steady, his eyes locked on mine. It’s like he’s trying to reach inside me, pull out whatever I’m too afraid to say.I chew on my lip, trying to find an answer that doesn’t make me sound ridiculous. But what’s the point? He already knows. He’s waiting, and I’m running out of places to hide."Beca
“What do you want to do now?” he asks, leaning back in his chair, his eyes on me like he already knows the answer. I groan inwards annoyed. He knows what I want to do and he wants it too. But he wants to make me say it. I hate him!I freeze for a moment, caught off guard. What do I want? The answer sits on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t say it. I can’t tell him that I want to kiss him. That I want to be close to him, want him to fuck me. It’s too bold, too forward,
She’s here. Lying on my bed like she belongs there, looking up at the ceiling like she’s trying to count the stars she can’t see.I’m sitting on this damn chair, watching her, not sure if this is real or some twisted dream my mind conjured up because I wanted it too much.Her showing up? It doesn’t make sense. I was just sitting here, staring at my phone, thinking about calling her, thinking about how much I wanted her close. And now she’s here. She&r