Jessica laughed, rolled up the window, and the car drove away. A moment later, Jenny and her mother stood alone in front of the house, shivering in the frigid breeze.
"Let's go inside," her mother suggested. Jenny realized she was waiting for her mother's lead on what to do next. Being home alone together was rare, so she walked alongside her mother, matching her pace as they climbed back up the steps. "Jenny," her mother said softly, with a hint of concern. "I need you to be honest with me. What's happening between you and your brother? I've never seen you act like this before, hitting anyone. Is this something related to school?" Jenny felt a lump form in her throat as she avoided her mother's gaze, hoping her eyes wouldn't betray her. Her father had specifically asked her not to mention anything, mindful of how shocking news could affect her mother's fragile heart condition, potentially causing tachycardia or a heart attack. "No," Jenny replied softly, brushing her hair behind her ears, though the wind was determined to loosen it. "I'm sorry, Mother. I realize our behavior hasn't been ideal recently. Especially mine." They paused just outside the front door, and her mother placed gentle hands on Jenny's shoulders to face her directly. "Jenny," she said, her eyes full of concern. "You can tell me anything." A shiver ran through Jenny at the thought of revealing Julius's actions. How his coarse hands had gripped her skin, pulling at her clothes. Meeting her mother's eyes, Jenny saw the sincerity and openness there, but she also saw the fragility her heart condition brought. She closed her eyes, shaking her head. "I know, Mother. I'm just... embarrassed by it all. I haven't felt like myself lately, and Julius..." She swallowed hard, her throat feeling painfully open, like forceps were stretched inside. "Julius has been checking in on me. I guess I've been feeling hormonal, with my period coming up, and I just lashed out at him. He was only... trying to help." The lies burned as they left her lips, confining her to a distorted reality where she could pretend things were okay. Inside, a part of her pleaded for an end to it all, cradling her head in her hands. "Oh," her mother replied, her eyes searching Jenny's face for any sign of dishonesty. Jenny mustered all her strength into a reassuring smile, prompting her mother to lean forward and kiss her cheek. "We all have those moments. I've gathered you apologized and he forgave you from how you said goodbye this morning. Let's just forget about it, alright?" Jenny nodded, glancing down to discreetly wipe away a rogue tear. Her mother didn't notice as she pushed open the sturdy oak door leading into the foyer. A staff member quickly stepped forward, taking her mother's coat and placing it neatly on a velvet hanger in the closet. "Come now," her mother said, as Jenny rubbed her arms against the cold. "Let's have some tea to warm you up. I'll brew you some raspberry leaf tea; it always helped me at that time of the month. We'll have you feeling right as rain." "Thank you," Jenny said, trailing after her mother to the kitchen. Her mother asked about her chemistry test, and Jenny watched their reflection in the large windows of the house, contemplating how these two versions of her—one broken, one ready for tea—could coexist. ...... The training area is a solid structure nestled discreetly on the property. It shares the same dim ambiance as the rest of the estate, with industrial-style lighting casting a warm yellow glow over the room. The walls are black and sparsely decorated, adorned only with various mats and weapons. Several blue mats are stacked on the floor, which is covered by a thick foam designed to soften falls. Jenny had grown quite accustomed to this floor, though she could confidently say it didn't soften her landings as much as promised. For what felt like the millionth time that day, she found herself crashing back down onto it, panting, aching, and sweating from the relentless training sessions with Timothy, the family's private instructor. "Again!" Timothy barked at her. Lying on the floor, Jenny groaned. "Timothy, I've had enough," she protested, rolling onto her back. "You've had enough when I say you've had enough," he retorted. Jenny groaned once more, reluctant to get back on her feet. Timothy had been the Swift family's trainer for eight years, starting at the age of thirty and becoming even stricter as he neared his forties. His features seemed to be carved from stone, and he possessed a demeanor to match. Everything about him was hard, rough, and unyielding—the perfect combat trainer. "Your form is terrible!" he scolded. "You couldn't block a hit from a child, let alone an opponent." With a sigh, Jenny hauled herself to her feet. "Okay, one more time." She shifted into the proper stance: legs firm and about shoulder-width apart, a slight bend in the knees. She tightened her core and raised her arms. Despite her efforts, the wrappings around her hands were loosening, even though she hadn't landed a single hit. Timothy assumed the same stance across from her, showing no sign of exhaustion. He paused for a moment before swinging at her. Jenny dodged, stepping back quickly. He swung twice more, giving her no time to catch her breath. She ducked another blow and managed to block one with her forearm, but he was suddenly beside her again. Gritting her teeth, she turned and swung with all her strength. Timothy easily dodged her strike, kicking out her legs as he did so. She crashed back down onto the ground. "Ugh, no more, please," she whined from the floor. Just then, the door to the studio opened, and Richard walked in. A slight chuckle escaped him at the sight of Jenny. Her normally pristine, wavy hair was now damp and tangled, and her face was undoubtedly beet red, matching her arms and legs, which were sure to bruise. Her clothes were dotted with patches of sweat and dust from repeated falls. Another groan escaped her, this time from embarrassment. Richard's presence made her heart beat even faster. His dark clothing clung to his muscular frame, with his arms barely constrained by the black t-shirt he wore. A vest rested neatly over it, concealing his pecs and abs. How unfortunate, Jenny thought with a mix of admiration and frustration."I think Jenny has had enough for today," Richard said lightly. Jenny huffed from her position on the ground. Richard extended a hand to her, which she gratefully accepted, allowing him to pull her to her feet with ease as she regained her balance.
"She has not. She hasn't learned anything," Timothy stated firmly. "The two of you need to rest. It's clear Jenny is exhausted." Timothy considered this for a moment before conceding. "Fine, but I will let your father know how poorly you've been performing. Honestly, I've never seen such bad form or reaction time," he added. Jenny winced, knowing he wasn't wrong. Fighting had never been her strong suit. "Yes, sir," she replied obediently. Timothy shot a sour glance at Richard. "Good luck teaching her how to shoot," he said, drawing her attention to the holsters strapped to Richard's thighs. So that's why he was dressed unusually. "More lessons?" Jenny groaned. Richard gave her a mischievous grin."Orders from your father. As head of security, it's my job to teach you how to protect yourself.""Why does a politician care so much about self-defense anyway? It's not as if he ever lets me out onto the street," she complained.A flicker of emotion crossed Richard's face. "You never know what could happen, Jenny." His serious expression took her aback, hinting at the dangers he had likely seen beyond their secure life. Then, his playful demeanor returned. "Besides, it's good discipline, you rapscallion."Jenny laughed. "I am not a rapscallion!" she retorted, giving him a playful punch on the arm, only to instantly regret it. His solid form likely caused her more pain than it did him.Richard handed her a water bottle. "You'll want some of this before we start," he advised. Grateful, she accepted it, relishing the first sip as it refreshed her. She managed to stop herself from drinking it all in one go. Richard chuckled at her enthusiasm and began to walk out of the training area, wi
She patted the gun again, noticing an unreadable, longing expression in Richard's eyes. She wondered if he had the urge to practice shooting too until he looked down and turned away, organizing the targets into a folder."I'll show these to your father when he returns," Richard said. "It should balance out Timothy's less favorable review of your self-defense skills, don't you think?"Jenny laughed, shaking her head.Jenny adjusted the latch on her holster, remarking, "There's no such thing as canceling out. Father won't care about my shooting skills if I can't defend myself without a weapon. He'll say, 'You can't take a gun to school, Jenny! What if you're attacked by a bear at school?' No matter how much I argue, he won't be happy until I can roundhouse kick a grizzly in the jaw."Richard's shadow fell over her hands, gently prying them away from the holster before removing it adeptly from her waist."Oh," Jenny whispered, glancing up at him. "Thank you.""I bet you could kick a griz
Anxiety weighed heavily on Jenny as she scanned the hallway, searching faces to see if anyone noticed. Seeing no curious glances directed their way, she focused back on Kevin, who was nervously biting his lower lip and scratching the back of his head."I've really enjoyed being your lab partner these past months," Kevin said, bowing his head slightly, causing his golden-brown curls to spill over his forehead. Jenny felt like she had to look up at the sky just to meet his eyes. "Would you be interested in going on a date with me?"Her stomach tightened, a colorful swirl of caution and delight rushed through her mind. Kevin's eyes remained steady and serene as they searched her face, and Jenny wanted to respond in a way that would make him smile again.Before she could answer, someone stepped between them. Recognizing the familiar cologne first, she stepped back instinctively upon realizing it was her brother, Julius."Julius," Jenny said, trying to step aside to catch Kevin's gaze agai
The sight of the bright red blood on the wall made her stomach turn. With no other option in mind, she begrudgingly began to walk to her next class, unsure of what else to do.By the time she entered pre-calc, the bell had already rung. Keeping her head down, she hurried to her seat, relieved when her teacher didn't acknowledge her. Perhaps she didn't care or was simply afraid of Julius, just like everyone else.Jenny let her platinum waves fall over her face as she sank into her seat. She carefully lowered her bag to the floor and quietly took out her books and supplies, doing her best not to make any noise. The last thing she wanted was to draw unwanted attention.The usual laughter and chatter had devolved into hushed whispers. She could tell they were discussing her, Kevin, and Julius as rumors about the incident spread like wildfire throughout the school.Feeling their judgmental gazes on her, Jenny struggled to focus on what Mrs. Carnings was saying about last night's homework.
Julius's car is a brand-new luxury vehicle gifted to him by their parents for his nineteenth birthday. The interior is lined with smooth leather and rich scents, enveloping Jenny the moment the door clicks shut. Despite the laughter and chatter spilling from the school courtyard, where Julius and Richard might be engaged in a heated argument, she hears none of it through the thick walls of metal and glass.Through the windshield, Jenny watches as Julius strides confidently toward the driver's side, the tails of his blazer flowing behind him. His jaw is set in a determined line, exuding an air of certainty. It's not surprising; he knows that everyone at this school fears their family's influence and would think twice before crossing him. She recalls a time when Julius spat on the headmaster's polished leather shoes, and the headmaster had apologized to him, letting him leave school early.As he passes in front of the car, Julius runs a single finger along the hood. For a moment, Jenny
.Jenny stares in horror as Julius shakes his hand once, examining it as if he hadn't been the one to inflict the blow. The large ruby family ring on his third finger sits askew, and he adjusts it as they pull into the driveway. Her fingers glide over the burning welt on her cheek, the imprint of the ring still fresh and painful.Julius doesn't look at her as they approach the front gate of the house, his jaw clenching tightly. Despite all the times he had yelled at her or hurt others, it had never crossed her mind that she might someday be on the receiving end of his violence. She cups her palm over her cheek, already feeling the swelling begin. The welt and the quickly forming bruise will undoubtedly be visible to anyone who sees her upon entering, and if they notice the ring's mark, discerning the identity of her attacker will be all too easy.The looming gate ahead—an imposing forty-foot structure of wrought iron featuring the family crest in the center—feels like a prison door to
Jenny's hand instinctively rose to her bruised cheek. "Is that a bruise?" her mother gasped, immediately rushing to Jenny's side. "What happened?" she asked, gently taking Jenny's face in her hands. Before Jenny could fabricate an explanation, Julius interjected. "Clumsy Jenny tripped and fell onto the lockers today," he said in a light, teasing voice, his expression enough to intimidate. "Why didn't Richard take care of this?" her mother pressed.Jenny's face burned with humiliation, but she remained silent as her father clapped his hands to summon a waiter. "Bring Richard here," he commanded. Within moments, Richard appeared. "Explain," her father demanded coldly, "why my daughter has a bruise on her cheek and you did nothing about it."Richard maintained his composure. "I wasn't aware she had a bruise, sir." It was easy to see where Julius inherited his piercing stare from."You didn't notice the bruise on my daughter's cheek?" her father pressed further.Richard lowered his head i
Jenny's heart, which had been pounding in anticipation of Julius's punishment, suddenly felt heavy with confusion. Did her father think their altercation was mere childhood play? Her fingers brushed her cheek, where Julius's ring had left a mark, reminding her of the truth."You're right, Father," Julius said smoothly. "It was inappropriate. I won't let Jenny provoke me into it again.""What?" Jenny blurted, her eyes darting between them, her hand still on her cheek. "That's not what happened—Julius attacked someone today at school, right in the hallway! You want to talk about representing the family well? How does it look that he," she gestured toward Julius, whose expression had become carefully blank, "is going around beating people up? Not to mention shouting at Richard in front of everyone!"Jenny paused to gather her thoughts, ready to explain that her bruise was no result of playful sparring but a deliberate attack when Julius cut her off."The person she's talking about was a