All Chapters of Scarred Luna : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kieran's POVI pressed my back against the door, the moment I shut it behind me. I'd slammed the door so loud it rattled in its hinges. I was sure the loud noise it had made could be heard throughout the halls and probably down at the dining room, but I wasn't sure I cared. My heart thundered in my chest and every effort at trying to calm it down failed. The more I tried not to think about it, the more the thoughts swarmed in my mind. Beads of sweat lined the top of my forehead, and I could feel its slimy residue snaking down my face. As it cascaded down, it mixed with the salty tears that slipped from my eyes. I was crying and I didn't even know. It must have been somewhere in between my escape from the dining room to my bedroom. My hand flew to my chest as if I could touch the pain I felt as I slid down the door. My heart raced almost as much as it hurt. I pressed my eyes shut as her words rang in my head again. I thought I had grown past the threshold of being affected by mere w

Kieran's POV My mind buzzed with a million thoughts. The moment I slammed the door to my bedroom shut, no, scratch that, my former bedroom, I fled. Walking the halls was something I actually didn't think about till I was in the hallway. What if someone saw me leaving? Yes, the mansion was pretty big but I wasn't that daft to expect that everywhere would be free for me, just so I could waltz through. What if I bumped into someone? Or worse, what if I bumped into Xander? My heart did a little somersault at the sound of his name. The mere thought of him was more than enough to procure emotions that were beyond me.Without any warning, flashbacks of the last half hour replayed itself in my head. Before I dashed out, one thing I had done, although unwillingly, was to glance at all of their faces. Xander's mother had this haughty look, like she was proud of Sabrina and how things had turned out. I'm sure if we were still in preschool, she would have gladly given her a golden medal of some

Xander's POV The room was quiet, so silent that the only thing I could hear was the sound of my own organs, each one doing what it's supposed to. Blood raced up my ears, accompanied by the sound of my heart thudding erratically in my chest. No matter how hard I tried to calm it down, it just didn't budge. At this rate,I wouldn't be surprised if my heart jumped right out of my chest and onto the plate in front of me. That way, maybe I would have a valid reason to leave this plate empty. The cold feel of the fork pressed into my skin and despite the fact that my hand had been hovering over breakfast for a while now, I didn't feel any form of pain. I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said I wasn't feeling anything at all. My breakfast had gone cold, and yet, my stomach hadn't growled to complain about not stuffing my gut with food. I pressed my eyes shut, but what was that going to do? Nothing was going to change, until I addressed the elephant in the room. And by that, I meant the millio

Sabrina's POV It wasn't a prank. Neither was it some kind of teasing. It definitely wasn't a sick joke, and even if it was, a part of me couldn't help but feel like it was taking too long for him to come clean. Wasn't it high time Xander appeared at the door to my room, with a sheepish grin on his face that he was sorry and didn't mean any of the things he'd said the other day. I had been expecting the knock that would change everything, but it never came, and it had been three days already. Three fucking days. Fuck. A frustrated groan slid past my lips. I was beyond frustrated at this point. In fact, I was this close to running out of my mind. If something wasn't done soon… no, scratch that. If Xander didn't act right or try to apologize to me anytime soon, then I had no idea what was going to happen next. Call me crazy or dramatic, whatever you like, but if I spent the next hour without Xander paying me any mind, I just might pass out. I had spent the nights that followed that

Xander's POV A sigh slid past my lips as I reclined further into my seat. I had been doing that for the past hour now, and despite how sturdy the chair was, it was a surprise how it hadn't snapped yet. I was pretty built, and even though the chair held my weight pretty well, I felt bad for testing just how durable it was. But even with that, you still couldn't blame me. It wasn't my fault. At least, not entirely. I ran a hand through my hair, and if it wasn't already obvious, it was a good sign that I was frustrated. I always did that when I was on the verge of losing it, and right now, I was only giving myself a few more minutes before I would go mad. Literally. A million and one things ran through my mind. I was thinking about Kieran, about where she could be. Was she hurt? Was she safe? Has she had anything to eat today? As more and more questions trooped in, I couldn't help but wonder if Sabrina had a hand in it. It was definitely obvious she was playing some kind of game with