The movie is playing, but I’m not really watching. The images blur together, the dialogue is just a low hum in the background. My mind is racing, replaying every second of last night, every touch, every whisper. I feel like I’m on the edge of something dangerously close to falling apart.
Then, suddenly, Presley grabs the remote and pauses the movie. The screen freezes, and the room goes quiet.
“Okay, hold up,” Presley says, turning to me with a playful grin, but there’s something sharp in her eyes. “Celeste, you’re still in your regular clothes. Come on, girl, you need to change into your pajamas. This is a sleepover, not a business meeting.”
Tamrin laughs, and Sadie giggles along, but there’s a slight tension in the room that wasn’t there before. I feel everyone’s eyes on me, and my cheeks start to burn.
“I, uh… didn’t bring matching pajamas,” I mumble, shifting un
The movie ends, and the room falls into a comfortable silence for a moment. I’m trying to relax, to just breathe and get through this night without falling apart. Tamrin is leaning back against the armrest, her eyes half-closed like she’s about to fall asleep. Sadie is scrolling through her phone, humming to herself.But Presley… Presley’s eyes are darting around the room, and I can see the wheels turning in her head. She’s up to something; I know it.Then she claps her hands together, the sou
Sadie and I are sharing a room because Presley insisted that she and Tamrin are going to share. She thinks she’s hurting my feelings by doing this, but I couldn’t care less. Honestly, I’d rather be home anyway. Presley and Tamrin can be best friends and talk about me in private all night if they want..I climb into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin, hoping for some peace. Sadie watches me from the other side of the bed. Her gaze is knowing, sympathetic, and a little amused.“You’re pissed,” she says, a small smile playing on her lips as she sits at the edge of the bed, legs crossed.“I’m not,” I reply quickly, but even I can hear the tightness in my voice. Sadie just shakes her head.“Come on, Celeste,” she says softly. “You can’t let Presley get to you. She says things just to make people mad.”I exhale sharply, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me
The next morning couldn’t have come any quicker.By 7 am, I’m in the living room, packing my bag, ready to get out of here. The house is quiet—everyone else is still asleep. The air feels heavy, and every sound I make seems amplified in the silence. I shove my pajamas into the bag, feeling my hands tremble slightly.“Celeste,” Tamrin’s voice breaks through the silence. I turn around, startled, as she walks into the living room, her hair tousled from sleep. She looks at me with confusion and worry as I zip up my bag, fixing to leave. “Why are you leaving so early?” she asks, coming to stand in front of me, blocking my path to the door.“Because I want to go home,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. I swallow hard, trying to keep it together, but there’s a burning pain rising in my chest, threatening to spill over. I didn’t think what happened last night had affected me this much, but s
Monday morning. The campus is buzzing with activity, but I feel like I’m moving through a haze. I arrived early, desperate for the quiet before everyone else shows up, before the day’s noise and chaos can drown me out. My eyes are heavy, and my head aches—a dull throb that’s been there since yesterday. The weekend was a blur of tears and exhaustion. I cried until I felt hollow, curled up in my bed, avoiding my mother’s concerned looks and my friends’ texts. I couldn’t face them, not after everything.
The day After the sleepoverPresley’s been talking non-stop, her voice cutting through the quiet like nails on a chalkboard. I’m barely paying attention, my patience wearing thin. But then I catch a few words that make my ears perk up.“You should’ve seen Celeste’s face,” she says with a smug smile. “When I told her to change into pajamas that didn’t match with ours, it was priceless. She looked so out of place.”My jaw tightens. “Why would you do that?”Presley blinks, thrown off by my tone. “What do you mean? It was just a bit of fun. You know how she is.”“No, I don’t,” I say, my voice steady but edged with anger. “And I don’t see what’s so fun about humiliating someone who’s supposed to be a friend.”Presley frowns, her confusion turning into annoyance. “Come on, Liam. It’s j
I push through the double doors, feeling the afternoon sun hit my face like a warm embrace. I close my eyes for a moment, soaking in the light, letting it melt away the exhaustion that clings to my bones. I did it. I submitted every last assignment, every bit of work that had been weighing me down. I feel like I can finally breathe again, like a giant weight has been lifted off my chest.I start to walk across the school yard, my steps lighter than they’ve been in weeks. I glance around, taking in the familiar sights — stu
My phone buzzes in my pocket as I’m walking into the house, but I don’t bother to check it right away. I’m still buzzing with the satisfaction of finishing all my assignments. I feel lighter than I have in weeks, like a huge burden has finally been lifted.I finally glance at my phone when I sit on my bed, my stomach tightens. It’s a text from Tamrin.Hey… I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Can we meet up to talk?-TamrinI stare at the screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. For a moment, I’m tempted to respond. To give her the benefit of the doubt, to hear whatever excuse she’s ready to throw my way. But then I remember how she sat there, next to Presley, watching as she humiliated me in front of everyone.I don’t want to go through that again. I don’t want to hear another apology or listen to her try and justify herself. I deserve more than that. I know I do.
The weight of the day finally hits me like a freight train. I lie on my bed and close my eyes unable to keep them open even if I wanted to. The house is quiet, and I realize my mom is still be at work. A blessing, really. I don't think I could face anyone right now.Before I know it, my body is floating into tha first feeling of sleep. I don't even have the strength to pull the blanket over me. Sleep pulls me under like a deep, dark wave, and I surrender to it without a fight.LiamI’m staring at my phone, waiting. I haven't spoken to her since the sleepover. Judging from my conversation with Presley she had a terrble time.I try not to overthink it. Maybe she's busy. Maybe she fell asleep or is just ignoring me. The idea irritates me more than it should. I send a quick text:You good?- LiamNothing.I wait another five minutes, then send another one:
The sunlight burns my eyes the second we step outside. I wince, squinting hard as I try to adjust, but it’s too much, too fast. After hours—or was it days?—of nothing but darkness, the brightness feels like an assault. The air is thick, humid, carrying the scent of salt and earth, and for a second, I forget I’m walking beside a monster.The yard is massive, overgrown with trees and flowers, a wild, untamed jungle wrapped around a nightmare. It should feel peaceful, but nothing about this place feels safe. Every step I take, I’m hyper-aware of Trevor at my side, his grip firm on my arm, guiding me like I might run.Maybe I should.But where would I go?My mind is fogged, my body weak, but I force myself t
There’s nothing quite like this moment. The anticipation. The thrill. The satisfaction of seeing her exactly where s
The box in front of me is open, and the smell of blood is thick in the air.My me
My back is screaming, my knee feels like someone took a knife to it, and my arms are stiff from being stuck in the same p
I don’t know how many hours have passed. The walls of this room feel like they’re closing in on me. No windows, just a single door that’s been locked since they threw me in here. My body aches from sitting on the hard floor, and my throat is raw from screaming at no one.And then, finally, the door creaks open.Trevor walks in like he owns the world.Something inside me snaps.I lunge at him before I can think, before I can feel the terror crawling under my skin. I’m screaming, my fists pounding against his chest, his arms, his face—anywhere I can reach.He doesn’t flinch.He doesn’t stumble.He doesn’t even try to stop me at first, just stands there while I throw everything I have at him.Then, with nothing but a flick of his wrist, he shoves me off. Effortless.I hit the floor, hard. My palms scrape against the rough wood, but I don’t care. I push up and charge at h
I step into Celeste’s house, and the first thing I notice is the silence. A thick, unnatural kind of quiet that presses against my ears. It’s wrong. All of it is wrong.I’ve been calling her for five hours. Nothing.She’s gone. I know it in my gut. Trevor took her.I exhale slowly through my nose, grounding myself before my anger can swallow me whole.The men I put here to watch her—gone. Haven’t checked in. Haven’t answered. I already know what that means. They’re dead, or they were smart enough to run. Either way, they failed me. They failed her.
My hands are shaking. My whole body is ice-cold, but my face is burning. My stomach twists so hard I feel like I’m going to t
Celeste trembles beneath my touch. Good. That means she understands.I slip the hood over her head, my fingers brushing against the soft strands of her hair. She flinches, and I almost laugh. Like she has a choice in any of this.Then, with a heavy thud, the wooden crate hits the ground. The sound alone is enough to send a ripple of fear through her—I can feel it in the way her breathing quickens. I lean in close, my lips just a breath away from her ear."If you scream, I will slit Tamrin’s throat and make you watch.”She stiffens instantly, and a shiver runs through her body. Ah, there it is. That beautiful moment when someone realizes just how powerless they really are.Satisfied,
I can’t move.I can’t breathe.My whole body is frozen as I watch them—Trevor’s men—move around my house like ghosts, erasing every single trace of themselves. Of me.The coffee mug I dropped? Gone.The chair that got knocked over? Upright, perfectly in place.The rug that shifted in the struggle? Smoothed out like it was never disturbed.They’re meticulous. Careful. Like they’ve done this before. Like they know exactly how to make it seem like nothing ever happened.Like I was never here.Trevor stands a few feet away, watching me with something