Joan’s POVThe day started off like every other miserable day in school, people looking and murmuring like some kind of jerk that couldn’t confron let me about anything, then there was Anita approaching me with an apologetic face; at least she wasn’t with Isaac, who was lurking around her like some kind of leach, which was good; his face was the last thing I wanted to see today."Hey""Hi,” I replied, walking towards the class,but she followed me. "Won't you at least talk to me? I didn’t know you had something to do with him; you didn’t tell me. How do you expect me not to accept? I mean, look at him; he’s cute and rich, and you didn’t tell me you liked him as much, Joan."She held my hands, so I stopped walking.“Listen to me; I am sorry.” She wasn’t having the silent treatment, and I could tell from the teary eyes that she was on the verge of tears.“I broke up with him already; I asked him why he swayed me into a relationship, and he gave a very stupid answer, so I broke up with hi
Joan’s POVI didn’t want to believe he had spies around, but Isaac was a psychopath; he could do anything; he could get whatever information he wanted, even if it was my personal secret. My main fear was what he was going to do with it and why he decided to let me know about his knowledge about the affair.“Joan” Anita came into the restroom, pulling my hands; my eyes were still clotted in tears. I pulled her in for a hug because I just couldn’t hold the thought to myself anymore; it was like there was no single happy moment with me; it was one problem after another, and at that moment I was tired.“What are we going to do? Do you want to tell your mother? How about we plead with him if he is willing to let this go with a consequence, but I don’t think it’s a good idea? Hey, cheer up; we will pass this mountain.” She coaxed me even more.“Clean your eyes and follow me out.” She held my hands, and as we walked out, my mind still twirled around the possibility that it might be leaked, a
Fredericks POVJoan popped her eyes at me, urging me to do something, but damn it, I knew the kind of monster that was waiting for me at the other end of this door, and I dreaded the outcome.“Coming, baby,” I said in the sweetest way I could forge out of my lips, then finally opened the door. The moment I opened the door, her palm hit my face hard.“Ass hole"She slapped me again, this time a lot harder than she did the first time. “You left me down there while I was sleeping. How stupid can you be? You don’t waste any time to get me off your presence, you wretched fool." She slapped me again; the slap burned, but she had the right to be pissed.“I am sorry,” I replied.But she replied with yet another slap across my face. It wasn't the first time she hit me, so I was expecting another if it pleased her. “Don’t let me go next time, you fool,” she scolded, then left.Looking back at Joan, who was now laughing at the display, "Fuck you,” I muttered. She poked her tongue out, teasing me
Joan’s POVMy eyes darted around the room. Isaac was at it again. He sent more images of me and Fred, even from three seconds ago. He was somehow around here and probably coming on us having sex because the pictures were so vivid and clear.Living in a duplex surrounded by several tall buildings, I couldn’t pinpoint which one he was spying on, but he was definitely getting his images from close range.“You coward!" Fred yelled continuously.Then he continued pacing back and forth; now he shoved his hands into his hair, exasperated by everything that was happening. After the message had stopped popping, a text message popped into my phone.‘I might give you another chance' it read.“Second chance?"I dreaded what he might say. Isaac was a psychopath who happened to get everything he wanted; maybe he would say I should beg him in publicly, or he would want me pole dancing for him from earlier.The threat was limitless. I just wanted to know where this clip of all the sex tapes was, and
Frederick’s POV“I am sorry about yesterday,” I said to Joan, but she was already pissed by the way she looked, and yes, I was the sole reason. I felt guilty because I was angry, but I already said what I said, and I couldn’t take it back. Heaven knows what Isaac must have done to her in school since I was suspended; I barely got a message from classmates, and she was the only one in touch with me. All throughout the day, she didn’t reply to any of my messages.I wanted to give her time to calm down, but it was Joan, all-mighty Joan. I knew she wasn’t going to reply to me, so I had to do something. I couldn’t tolerate her silence anymore, nor would I leave her to suffer the guilt of my own words, so I did what I had hoped she would like. I went to the kitchen and prepared something for her."Joan, please, can you open the door? I got you food,” I said, but she didn’t reply to me. I heard her whimpering and sniffing, as she was already crying. My first thought was Isaac. I hated that bo
Joan’s povWhile leaving the house, the goal was to see Isaac. Just as Fred had commanded, I was to take his phone or the camera while Fred waited for me outside. He promised he would come, so I went in with all confidence that all this threat might end today, or might end worse if I fail or get caught.Isaac was waiting outside in a car. I saw scars on his face, and without any explanation, I knew what it meant for him to scar himself after being provoked, and it made me question his almost flawless skin. From a considerable distance, he looked flawless, but being in close range with him, one would see a psychopath.He did not smile like he always does; he looked dreadful and tired. Maybe he didn't sleep, but his eyes were sagging and red.“Enter and stop staring,” he said.Which I did with no further hesitation. Checking my phone, Fred was tracking me. I had sent him the live location of where I might be going before setting my phone aside, so he doesn’t suspect anything.“How was y
Frederick POVHearing the first gunshot, I knew Joan was in trouble already and that bastard somehow would have hurt her, but Joan screamed two times, so I took a guess that he was scaring her. Damn that jerking psychopath, what does he want to do with her now?I could have thought of every other weird thing he wanted to do, but holding a gun wasn't one of them, so I took my phone out and called 911. I knew what the expenses were, and it had to do with our secret leaking out, but whatever it was, Isaac wouldn’t be spared, and Joan might be safe.It had to go closer to the scene, just at the bag door and the pile of wood I hid. Then I heard him telling Joan all sorts of nonsense about Sophia and me; he just had to put her off the edge, and Jaon was already listening to him."You don’t know what you are saying."The sound of her voice shattered me. I loved her. I have been a dick all my life, but I only slept with Sophia; she was the first girl I ever slept with and practiced all my kin
Joan’s pov“She will be fine,” a more muscular voice said. It sounded close enough that I could say it was in the same room I was in. “When she wakes up, I would like to talk to her before her parents; can that be arranged?""Yes, ma’am, you can talk to her when she wakes up, or whenever you please."My feathery lashes batted against each other, slowly opening my eyes. I met the harsh ray of light trying to blind me, but soon enough it was obstructed by a lady who was familiar in all senses: her pained smile and blond hair, her grace and aura—everything made my body jitter in fear and uncertainty.“How are you feeling, Joan?” She placed her hands on my head, then stared at the doctor, who now approached with those doctor thingies; they hung on their necks, and he placed them on my chest. He asked some questions, which I deemed dumb, but when he was done, he left me to Isaac’s mother.“I came to apologise," she said, her lips barely stretching successfully in a fake smile like she alw