Emma's POVI sighed, flopping onto my bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of my room. But even the softness of my pillow and the warmth of my blanket couldn't ease the knot of frustration in my stomach.Everything was a mess.Nothing was going the way I wanted.Carly and Luca's drama was tearing our family apart.And April's been acting strange lately.Distant.Quiet.Something was bothering her, but she wouldn't talk.I thought about my family, about how close we used to be.Gabe, always the rock, the one who kept us together.Carly, with her bright smile and infectious laughter.April, my partner in crime, my confidante.And Lucien, our little brother, always getting into mischief.But now?Now everything was different.Carly's heartbreak hung over us like a cloud.April's secrecy was eating away at me.And Lucien?He seemed lost in his own world.I couldn't shake the feeling that I was losing control.That everything was spiraling out of my grasp.I needed to do something.To
Emma's POVAs Gabe and I continued discussing Lucien's situation, my mind drifted to April."Gabe, have you noticed anything off about April lately?" I asked.Gabe's expression turned thoughtful."Now that you mention it, yes," he said."What do you mean?" I pressed.Gabe hesitated."She's been... distant.""Distant?" I repeated.Gabe nodded."Spacing out a lot."I frowned."That's not like April."Gabe shook his head."And she's been thinking too much.""Thinking too much?" I asked.Gabe's eyes met mine."She's always lost in thought."I bit my lip."That does sound odd."Gabe leaned in."And have you seen her nails?"I raised an eyebrow."What about her nails?"Gabe's expression turned concerned."They're always bitten down to the quick."I winced."That's not good."But neither of us connected the dots.We didn't see the warning signs.April's constant fatigue.Her mood swings.The way she'd always wear long sleeves.It was all just April being April.Or so we thought."What's goin
Emma's POVThe dinner table buzzed with conversation and clinking silverware.Everyone savored Gabe's signature roast beef.I watched, smiling, as April and Carly laughed together.But my attention kept drifting to Lucien and Krisdana.Their eye contact was undeniable.Krisdana's gaze sparkled with mischief.Lucien's eyes crinkled at the corners, his expression soft.I sensed an undercurrent between them.Tension.Attraction.Defiance.Krisdana's voice cut through my thoughts."Lucien, pass the potatoes, please."Lucien complied, their fingers touching.Krisdana's eyes flashed with attitude."I hope you know we're still fighting," she whispered.Lucien's lips curved into a sly smile."Oh, I'm counting on it," he replied.My radar pinged.What was going on between them?Gabe, oblivious to the subtleties, engaged Augustine in conversation.Rosaline and Camilla remained frosty toward Krisdana.April tried to keep the conversation light."Krisdana, have you traveled anywhere exciting?" Ap
Lucien's POVAs the evening drew to a close, I stood up, my eyes locking onto Krisdana's."I'll walk you out," I said, my voice low.Krisdana nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.My family nodded in understanding, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.We stepped out into the crisp night air, the porch creaking beneath our feet.Krisdana shivered, her arms wrapping around herself.Without thinking, I slipped off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders."Hey," I said softly, "you're cold."Krisdana's eyes flashed, her hands reaching up to remove the jacket."No, Lucien," she said firmly, her voice laced with a hint of frustration."We're not dating anymore. No need for all that."I raised an eyebrow, my hands lingering on the jacket."I know," I said, my voice low, "but I still want to take care of you. Your still my friend"Krisdana's gaze met mine, her eyes sparkling with a mix of warmth and warning."Lucien, stop," she said gently."We need to maintain bounda
Camilla's POVAs I surveyed our living room, I felt a sense of satisfaction.Everything was falling into place.One by one.Lucien was taking tentative steps to reconcile with Krisdana.Rosaline was slowly forgiving Krisdana, the tension between them dissipating.The atmosphere in our home was transforming.But two people caught my attention.April and Carly.April fidgeted, her eyes avoiding everyone.She had a secret.One she'd confided in me, tears streaming down her face.Her addiction.To prescription pills.A crutch to cope with stress.I knew she wanted to announce it to the family.But she hesitated.Fear of judgment?Fear of rejection?What if they didn't understand?What if they turned their backs on her?Carly, on the other hand, wore a mask.A bright smile.But her eyes betrayed her.Unhappiness lingered.A deep sadness.Dad noticed.I saw him glance at Carly, concern flickering across his face.But he said nothing.Of course, he said nothing.He was the cause of Carly's
April's POVI clutched the railing, my legs trembling beneath me. Everyone had left for dinner, oblivious to my struggle. I couldn't join them, couldn't face their concerned gazes. The pain was suffocating, but it wasn't just physical.My secret weighed heavier with each step. I couldn't confess, couldn't admit the truth. Addiction had wrapped its insidious arms around me, squeezing tight. The thought of revealing my shame made my stomach roil.I forced myself to move, one slow step at a time. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, a never-ending gauntlet of fear. My family would be devastated. They'd never understand how I'd sunk so low.Their voices echoed in my mind - "April, you're strong," "April, you're capable." But I wasn't. I was weak, trapped in a vicious cycle. The pills had started as a solution, a way to cope with stress. Now, they controlled me.My hand slipped, and I grabbed the railing again, panic surging. What if they discovered my secret? What if they rejected me
April's POVI took a deep breath and let the words spill out, like a dam breaking. "I'm an addict," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm addicted to prescription pills, opioids, and other substances." The room fell silent, except for Augustine's sudden burst of laughter."Oh, April, you're joking!" he exclaimed, chuckling uncontrollably. "What kind of drugs do you take? Vitamin C or Paracetamol?" His laughter cut deep, making my face burn with shame. How could he not understand? Didn't he see the pain in my eyes?But then, Camilla stood up, her eyes flashing with anger. "It's true," she said, her voice firm. "Aunt April's been struggling with addiction." Her words were like a lifeline, pulling me back from the brink of despair.The room froze, like time itself had stopped. Lucien's smile faltered, Carly's eyes widened in shock, Emma's face fell, Gabe's expression turned somber, and Rosaline's mouth hung open. Augustine's laughter died abruptly, replaced by an awkward silence.
April's POVI woke up early, feeling a mix of emotions: anxiety, hope, and determination. Today was the day I would start my journey to recovery. Gabe, my older brother, stood in my doorway, his expression resolute."Ready?" he asked, his voice gentle.I nodded, taking a deep breath. We'd discussed the plan last night – Gabe would take me to a rehab center, where I'd begin my treatment.As I got dressed, Camilla came into my room, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. "I'll miss you, Aunt April," she said, hugging me tightly."I'll miss you too, sweetie," I replied, holding her close. "But I'll be back soon, stronger and healthier."Downstairs, the rest of the family gathered to see me off. Emma handed me a small bag with some essentials – toiletries, clothes, and a journal."For writing down your thoughts," she said, smiling.Lucien gave me a warm hug. "You got this, sis."Carly and Rosaline whispered words of encouragement, their faces etched with concern.Augustine, still looking a bit