Sixteen-year old Harper Brooke, who has never experienced love, has a crush on Steve Andrews, the tall and handsome boy who just moved into the house opposite hers. A twist for her or a tragedy for Steve struck.
Due to a national lockdown, his divo...
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ARE YOU RETARDED OR PRETENDING TO BE? WHAT PART OF YOU DOES NOT GET TO STAY AWAY FROM STEVE? DO YOU THINK I'M JOKING BITCH? HARPER BROOKE, AGE 16, BROTHER'S NAME IS HARRY, YOU BOTH ATTEND LINTON HILL HIGH SCHOOL, MATH TUITION TEACHER'S NAME IS TRACEY, YOUR DAD PAUL BROOKE WORKS FOR A PRIVATE ARCHITECTURE FIRM, COVE HOUSE DESIGNS - YOUR ADDRESS IS GATEWELL STREET, LINTON HILL, THE TENTH HOUSE ON THE RIGHT, SHOULD I CONTINUE THE LIST BITCH
STAY AWAY FROM HIM OR YOU WILL GET THE SURPRISE OF YOUR LIFE WHEN MY FRIENDS AND I BEAT YOU UP, YOU LITTLE SLUT.
Like shackles tied to her hands and feet, Harper sat on the floor, back colliding against her mattress. She put her phone down and brought her knees to her chest, hugging it tight. Lips pressed together. Her eyes took on a haunted look. Her body grew tensed to the point of shaking. Weighed down by dread, her heart beat faster, and her stomach clenched.
Fresh tears soon filled her eyes.
"Harper," Steve called out in the corridor.
She recoiled in terror, sweating and trembling. Steve rushed, closed the door at once, and dropped to his knees beside her.
"Harper," he exclaimed and grabbed her shoulders.
She started crying. Steve pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back and holding her close to his heart.
"Hey, what happened?"
"Phone-" she breathed out.
He grabbed it and read with his eyes, each word sickening him further. Daniella has pushed it too far. Putting it on the bed, he again wrapped both arms around her.
In a whimpering voice, she kept on repeating, "You shouldn't have posted the second picture, you shouldn't have posted-"
"Harper, you are safe. Come on, breathe. I'm here with you. Breathe," he instructed.
Her limp body leaned on him. The threat expanded in front of her eyes. Her voice shook.
"I'm scared. I'm so scared, Steve. She knows everything about me. She will kill me."
"Forget her, think of us, that night on the hill, you and I under the dark sky, how happy we were, the poem, you and I in each other's arms charmed in inertia and enveloped by a light blanket of zephyr. We are together."
"Steve," she mumbled.
"I'll never let anyone harm you - over my dead body. I'm blocking Daniella right now. Look at me. You wash your face, put on a smile, and go downstairs. Your mom has baked something for our study session and will give us before going outside to work on the lawn, okay?
