All Chapters of Beneath the Whip: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

JUDY’S POVIt had been nearly a year since Chris had started drifting away from me. At first, I tried to reach out, leaving him messages, showing up at his door, and even waiting for him outside of classes, hoping he would talk to me. But nothing worked. Ever since his father passed away a year ago, he had grown distant, almost untouchable, burying himself in silence. He never said it outright, but I knew that grief had changed him, making him quieter, harder to reach, and leaving me on the outside, uncertain of how to help.In the past, Chris and I had always been each other's go-to for school dances. It was a tradition of ours, and even the thought of going with anyone else had seemed strange—unthinkable, almost. I would look forward to those nights where we would dress up, meet up for photos, and laugh over nothing in particular, just because we were together. However this year, as the school dance approached, I found myself hesitating. How could I ask him to be my partner when w

JUDY’S POV“Look what you made me do, Judy…”I stood there in my room, feeling utterly humiliated, my heart heavy with emotions I could not quite place. The tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I was so angry, and yet there was a deep ache in my chest I could not ignore. My hands trembled as I clutched my thighs, trying desperately to keep myself together. How had everything gotten so messed up?“Chris…”I called out trying to turn, but he restrained my movement. He held me by the nape of the neck and pushed me gently against the wall. At least, he did not shove me into the wall hurting my face. The warm concrete against his cold demeanour made my stomach churn. “You want to look at me, Judy?” I stayed quiet.“Answer me!”“Y-yes.”I had no idea why I said that but I regretted instantly.Now, as I stood in front of him, I felt like I was looking at a stranger. His cold eyes pierced through me, filled with a level of disdain I had not seen before. His

CHRIS’ POVAfter meting out a punishment for Judy, I retired to my room, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.I had taken a dark satisfaction in humiliating her. Did she truly believe I would let her and her family walk away without exacting my revenge?By now, Judy might have realised that I was not the same Chris she had known. The other Chris was soft-hearted, naive and her best friend who would have never hurt her. Alas! Things were different now. The anger and hatred seething in my heart were relentless, consuming every corner of my being like a fire that refused to die down. It wasn’t just a fleeting emotion; it was a storm brewing within me, dark and unyielding, pushing aside any remnants of the person I used to be. Each thought of her and what had transpired stoked the flames further, feeding a bitterness that felt as if it had been etched into my very soul.It was an unbearable heaviness, pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. The hate wasn’t just directe

JUDY’S POVThe belt struck my hands with a force that sent a searing jolt of pain through my entire body. My reflexive cry echoed in the empty classroom, tears streaming down my cheeks as the agony spread like fire under my skin. I clenched my fists, trembling, trying desperately to hold back the sobs threatening to consume me. But it was no use. Each strike was more unbearable than the last. I could feel the tears soaking the blindfold. I believed he was satisfied seeing me in this state. But my voice was trembling with hurt and disbelief. “Why?” I choked out, barely able to form words over the lump in my throat. “Why are you doing this to me, Chris?”He didn’t answer. The silence was heavier than the pain he inflicted. His cold, detached demeanour was a stranger's—a cruel figure who bore no resemblance to the Chris I had once cared for so deeply. "Chris!" I cried again, louder this time, desperation lacing every syllable. "Please, just tell me what I did! Why do you hate me so m

JUDY’S POVAfter escaping from Chris, I found myself collapsing into a secluded corner of the campus, my body trembling with sobs. Hot tears cascaded down my cheeks, and my hand throbbed painfully from the ordeal I had endured. But it wasn’t just the physical pain—it was the emotional agony that clawed at me relentlessly. My heart felt as though it had been ripped apart, leaving behind a gaping wound that refused to close.As I sat there, choking on the weight of my emotions, my mind drifted to the past. The memories of Chris and me—of laughter, warmth, and moments of genuine connection—played like an unrelenting film reel in my head. Those memories, once a source of comfort, now felt like cruel reminders of what we had lost. How had things come to this? How had the boy who once made me feel safe become the source of my deepest pain?I couldn’t let it go unanswered. The confusion and torment were suffocating, and I needed clarity, no matter how painful the truth might be. Resolving