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31. Unwanted Attention

To no one's shock, Damien was in front of my house bright and early, ready to pick me up for school. Since my injuries had healed enough for me to go back, I had no real excuse to stay home any longer. Luckily, the system hadn't popped up again since my hospital stay, so it had been a relatively peaceful recovery. Getting around on crutches was a pain in the ass, and I was still adjusting to it. My mom and Erwin hovered over me the entire time I made my way to Damien's car, as if I'd collapse any second. "You look like you have polio," Damien joked as soon as I stepped outside. "Hahaha, very funny," I muttered, trying to get around him. But, of course, I slipped. Damien caught me with ease, and my mom let out an exasperated sigh. "He won't let anyone help him," she complained. "I can fix that," Damien said. Then, before I could react, he grabbed one of my crutches and snapped it in half against the porch railing. "What the fuck, man?!" I snapped. "There. Now you have no choice
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32. Against All Odds

"We should arrive in twenty minutes if there's no traffic, young master," Erwin said, smoothly pulling the car out of the driveway."Okay, I'm just going to relax a bit," I sighed, leaning back in my seat.A whole week had gone by—shockingly peaceful. Too peaceful. The system hadn't bothered me once, and that alone made me uneasy. It was like the calm before the storm, the kind that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.Meanwhile, school had been nothing short of chaotic. Jared had taken it upon himself to bring me food every day, practically overfeeding me, while Jason and Damien had turned arguing into their full-time job. Every day, the same debate: was Damien smothering me, or was he just being helpful?Neither of them seemed to get that my pride was barely holding together right now. My body was broken, and so was my ego.And at home? No better.My dad was over the moon about my recent improvements and had decided to start training me as his heir. Great news for him.
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33. Last Lifeline

The wind slammed into me from all sides, making every movement harder than it already was. The higher I climbed, the worse it got, the cold seeping into my clothes, into my bones. My grip tightened on the cold steel rungs, knuckles white against the metal. My calf burned, my arms ached, and my lungs felt tight from exertion, but I couldn't stop. The ground was a dizzying blur below, a mess of people, construction equipment, and media trucks that had started gathering. I blocked it all out. Focus. Just climb. The crane groaned in protest as if warning me to turn back. My hands were growing numb, but I forced them to keep moving, gripping tighter, step after step. I pressed my forehead against the steel for just a second, gathering my strength. The operator was somewhere above, trapped and probably terrified. No turning back now. No matter how little I cared about this guy personally, if he died, so did my future. It was too late to regret not sending Erwin instead. I kept going, pu
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34. Grounded, but Victorious

The ride in the ambulance was filled with Erwin's relentless concern. "Sir, how are you feeling?" Erwin asked for what had to be the millionth time. I sighed. "I already said I'm fine, Erwin. Nothing happened to me, so don't look so concerned at a time like this. Just congratulate me." Erwin frowned, his worry evident. "If something like this happened again, you'd probably jump right in like you did tonight, wouldn't you?" "I'm not sure I can do something like this a second time," I joked. "I'll sleep on it." Erwin exhaled sharply. "Let me offer you some advice, sir. Not as a subordinate, but as someone who's lived longer than you. You shouldn't die young—at least not before me." I laughed, shaking my head. "Ha! That's a joke, right? I'm tough as rocks, Erwin. I'll never die." "That's good," he said, but his eyes told me he wasn't convinced. "Your mother and father will meet us at the hospital." I groaned. "Your job is still safe, Erwin. Even if they fire you, I can hire you
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35. Breakneck Speed

I woke up the next day to see Jason sitting next to my bed. "Jason, why are you here?" I asked groggily. "I won rock-paper-scissors to see the crane hero first today," Jason grinned. "Those two assholes have to wait outside so we don't overwhelm you. The creep Damien was pissed. Wait! Don't move yet, I'll go call the doctor." "Where are my parents?" I asked, ignoring his offer. "They had some stuff to take care of in the next town over and told me to stay until you woke up," Jason smiled. "Anything you want to say?" I hesitated, but this was as good a chance as any to get something off my chest. "Have you ever been chased before? Like really chased? The kind where you know someone wants to hurt you, and the closer they get, the more you can feel it?" I asked. "That's what's happening right now. I have that feeling—on steroids." Jason's face scrunched up. "Oh? Is someone chasing you?" "The Roth gang," I muttered. "And since they can't get to me, they'll go after the people arou
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36. Blood On The Porch

{TW: violence} The dining room was warm and cozy, filled with the rich aroma of my mom's cooking. The kind of atmosphere that usually made me relax. But Dad had other plans—specifically, finding a way to get me to leave. "Is it really okay for you to be out here with us?" he asked, his tone more pointed than casual. I leaned back in my chair, rolling my eyes. "Do you know how many times you've already asked me that?" I shot back. "I'm not going anywhere, no matter how subtle—or not so subtle—you are. What's the worry?" "Age only brings more worries, don't you know that by now?" Dad huffed, crossing his arms. "And knowing how busy you always are, how can I not?" "Oh, I'm so glad you're happy to see me too, Dad," I said, irritation clear in my voice. "You're lucky you've become my heir. Otherwise, I'd take your car away for this attitude." "I can't fucking drive anyway," I retorted. "You—" "Leigh! Stop it! Jack, stop being rude to your father!" Mom snapped, her voice cu
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37. The Fall

{TW: violence, death} The dining room, once warm and filled with the scent of the maids cooking, was now a battlefield. Two of Pete's men had made it past the guards, and the sounds of destruction echoed through the house. Fists meeting flesh, furniture breaking, bones snapping—it was pure chaos. "There you are!" one of the intruders snarled, his voice dripping with venom. A scream tore through the room—my mother's. My blood ran cold. I sprinted in just as one of them lunged for her. There was no time to think, no hesitation. My hands were steady as I swung the axe, the blade sinking deep into his neck with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed in an arc, splattering across the walls, the floor—me. His body crumpled, twitching, but I didn't stop. I wrenched the axe free and swung again, this time caving in his face. The thud of his body hitting the floor barely registered. I turned to my parents, my breathing harsh. My mother clung to my father, sobbing uncontrollably, her body
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38. Guilt

The room was heavy with tension as the doctor Jason had called over finished stitching up my back and carefully wrapped my blistered, cut hands. The sting of antiseptic still lingered, but the worst part wasn't the pain—it was facing the reality of everything that had just happened. I could still feel the fight in my bones, the adrenaline slowly wearing off. Dad stood nearby, his expression filled with concern as he watched the doctor work. He couldn't seem to stop staring at me, his eyes full of something like fear and confusion. "Are you sure you don't need a hospital to run tests on you?" Dad asked, his voice tight with worry. "The cut on your back looks pretty deep." "I'll be fine," I replied firmly, though the pain was real, the tightness of the stitches pulling against my skin. It wasn't just my body that was battered; my mind felt broken too. But I had to keep going. "Actually, Dad, I have something to tell you." "My neck and shoulders hurt," Dad grumbled, cutting me off. "
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39. Not Over Just Yet

The moment we entered the hotel room, Jason collapsed into the bathroom, throwing up everything he'd eaten since this morning. I stayed back, sitting on the edge of the bed, thinking about how the conversation with my dad went. The guilt in his eyes, the way he blamed himself for all the mess. I didn't even know he felt like that. Was me being around shocking them that much? I was still trying to make sense of the whole thing myself. But I guess the change was drastic enough. I wasn't weak little Jack Spencer at all. The room itself had that nostalgic throwback vibe to the 70s, with its mustard-yellow walls, shaggy carpet, and vintage furniture. It wasn't as extravagant as the places I used to stay, but it had a cozy, cool grandparent charm. The bed was neatly made, and the floral quilt had a retro feel to it. A lava lamp glowed on the bedside table, casting that soft, undulating light. This place hadn't changed one bit since the last time I was here hiding. "Don't like the room
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40. Glad To Survive

The moment stretched unbearably as I prepared for the worst, gripping the knife tightly. Suddenly, another voice rang out from outside the room. "Luigi! We found a car with matching plates at the restaurant next door! He may have parked there and escaped!" The footsteps in the room stopped. The plates! I forgot about the plates! My panic gave way to sudden realization. Jason, you street-smart genius. You switched the plates with someone else's. That's why he was so calm earlier. I swore to myself right then: I'd never doubt him again. His intelligence sitting at 45% didn't mean shit! He was too clever to let things fall apart. "Really? Let's get them!" the leader ordered. The heavy footsteps stormed out of the room, disappearing down the hall as quickly as they had come. I didn't move. My heart was still pounding, and my grip on the knife hadn't loosened. What if one of them had stayed behind? I held my breath, counting the seconds. A gruff voice broke the silence, accompanied
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