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
Joan’s POVAfter that day, nothing was as I hoped it would be; Isaac was not in school anymore, I was noticed more by students, and some chose to be my friends, and in three months, it became my new 'normal'. I knew a whole load of people, but Anita never left my side; she made me promise I wouldn’t either, but college had a different plan; she was aiming for Princeton’s and I was aiming for Boston College, whispered my father.Then, on the other hand, Isaac was nowhere to be found, the clip was never heard of, and for a moment, my problem was reduced. Well, I pretended it did to keep me sane.Fred became cold and questioned why?, but I knew why. For the past three months, we didn’t talk to each other like we used to, and we didn’t have sex either. Just like Sophia liked, I made sure he stayed far from me; I avoided him like a plague.While Sophia was swooning him like a bee, she was obsessing over him. And she didn’t waste any time telling me how much he was intertwined in her hands,
Frederick POVJoan wouldn’t talk to me; it’s been three months already, and it felt like a century; nothing seems to be making sense anymore; I barely laughed genuinely in three months; Sophia had been on my neck too about Joan. She would constantly visit to make sure I retained my four-foot rule.She even had me recite my rules before I left her. I never looked at any woman when I was with her; I was to compliment her every chance I got, and I was told to smile whenever we were in public places. She recently developed the habit of having a foursome and giving everyone a number and position every week. With all this going on, I was the only one on her social media.And anytime I disobeyed her, I had to deal with her constant nagging and complaining about this and that. She would refer it to Joan and explain how she saved me from being charged with a felony, but I was tired of everything. I just wanted to be free, and when I saw the email of admission, I couldn’t be any happier to see
Joan’s POVHe really did it; he hurt mom, just like he promised. I had no idea when it happened as mom slumped on her way out of my room. Due to her closeness to the staircase, she tripped and fell all the way to the base of the stairs, and the last thing that affirmed me was her scream when she fell.Now she was in the ICU, and I couldn’t stop crying; I didn’t want to survive anymore; I hated my life at that point; I didn’t see the reason to survive; every sound existed in my mind yet it felt so quiet; I was so tired of living yet too afraid to end it all; it just didn’t work well with me, not after what had happened."Joan, look at me,” someone said, tapping my chin, but my vision was clouded, and I couldn't see any further than an inch. My body was numb and disconnected; I knew I was whimpering and shivering. When I think of it, that was all I remembered.The scent of blood, the jitter, and the cold shivers—that was all I could recall.“Joan, snap out of this, breathe!" More people