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CHAPTER 14

TW: MENTION OF TUR%MA


CHAPTER  14- Friends

"They are disgusted of my blood but they love to watch me blee*d" unknown


POV OF Feyre Azura

I pulled a book from my bad and began flipping through the pages, feigning distraction while Asteria continued talking. A male figure suddenly appeared behind Asteria, and a slight annoyance settled on my face.

With direct eye contact, I recognized him-Isaac Grey, with his distinctive features—black curly hair, sharp jawline, green slytherin robe and tan skin. Asteria's best friend.

My silent enemy.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, without making it too particularly obvious. What a great way to start the school year

"Hey girl" Issacs's feminie voice greeted to Asteria enthusiastically. Her face lit upon seeing her very best friend. Instantly they embraced each other as Isaac sat beside Asteria and across me. Both of them started talking about the holidays and new gossip which my attention didn't go to.

My eyes glued to the two best friends infront of me and envy glimmered in my eyes.

Issac was Asteria's childhood friend. They had attended the same school ever since 5 years old and their relationship mimicked a sister to brother relationship. Their families too are very close allies, secretly funding their support for the dark lord—as any family in slytherin does. What makes Issac particularly interesting was his preference for guys.  His preference made him more closer to Asteria and other girls as they would often bond over the shared interest and gossip for guys.

While I didn't despise Issac completely, Issac had a knack for getting on my nerves by monopolizing Asteria's attention especially when I was around. Seething with envy, I despised everytime Asteria's attention diverted to Issac. What despised me more was that her smiles were more present and pronounced when she was with him. Whereas with me, her face seemed more straight and more serious. It was clear who she enjoyed her company with.

"Well, it's good to have you back Izz, Feyre here has not been doing so well since her break up" Asteria sighed, mentioning my struggles as her face rested on her palms.

Issac's eyes finally shifted towards me, acknowledging my presence. His expression although remained unchanged "Well, I always thought that he wasn't good for you" he said knowingly. A small smile of acknowledgment rested upon my lips as I closed the book I was reading, my fingers occupied twirling a strand of hair.

I looked up to find Issac's eyes still on me and felt him scanning my figure as a look of judgement reflected on his eyes. "You look different, like good different" He smirked almost like he was impressed. He never his—he's quite the perfectionist when it comes to looks. "She does doesn't she," Asteria agreed.

"Mm yeah, she looks very different," A familiar voice enters. An arm around my shoulder as the figure I have been avoiding sits beside me. My body stiffens as I loose the ability to breathe.

Lorenzo, Lorenzo Berkshire. I haven't talked to him since that very night.

I am drowning in my own tears as I lay in the bedsheets covered in my very own blood. The sharp edges of the glass sink into my skin. I am almost in the state of falling unconscious but I can't all due to the unbearable pain.

Draco's drunken self left abruptly after throwing 3 glass bottles at me. That of which left me profusely bleeding.

He shut the door leaving look for no one but my sister.

The pain is torturing me as I struggle to breathe. I want to scream yet I cannot awaken the outside. And so I drown in the darkness of my own bedroom suffocating in endless pain.

My shaky amrs wrap around my knees as I slowly try to take out the glass shards one by one. I wince each time a shard is pulled out. Releasing i am making too my other hand to my mouth covering it.

"FEYRE!" A distressed man enters the room, rushing towards me. A gasp escapes my lips as a reaction to the bright light entering the room. My hands search for my bedsheets and in a poor attempt, I try to bring them over my head to hide the terrible state I am in.

The figure takes the bedsheets away and grabs my face. "Feyre! Oh my, god!" The figure wept. His low voice sounds hurt and damaged. I squint my eyes open only to see the boy I yearned to see in this state, Lorenzo. "Lorenzo" I gasp, hugging him tightly. His arms clasp around my torso crying too. His stiff body softens against my touch as our bodies mould into one another. Tears roll down my eyes as I cry and weep to the only person that ever hears my cries of pain.

Time becomes stagnant as my wailings continue. His comforting arm rub my back gently not seaming to care that my blood is smearing all over him. My cries become quieter and his grip tightens.

"When will it be over Lorenzo" I whisper silently.

"Soon, my swan, soon" He promised as tears escaped his eyes.


Back to the present, Issacs's voice snapped me back. I avoided eye contact with Lorenzo, my best friend who had always seen my vulnerable state. "Welcome back Lorenz" Isaac's commented.

Fidgeting with my fingers I refrained to looking up at him. The conversations between Asteria and Issac become silent to me.

"I missed you, so much " Lorenzo whispered in my ear, breaking my internal struggle. His hazel eyes locked onto mine, softening. His eyes would usually be in tears every time he saw me. His hands would be shaking in being unable to do anything to damaged state.

But now, his eyes seem bright as ever as if he doesn't have a worry in the world. Lorenzo suddenly breaks eye contact and slowly scans my figure. His stiff face softens as his lips curve upwards as his face, once tense, softened as he complimented.

"You know, you look better. Way better". His hand resting on my shoulder slid down my waist as he pulled me closer. The scent of his strong cologne enveloped me bringing back the feeling of nostalgia and he whispered ever so gently.

"My feyre is healing"

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A/N: GUYS DO NOT QUESTION THEIR RELATIONSHIP I REPEAT DO NOT QUESTION THEIR RELATIONSHIP. I would like to ask how confused everyone is? LMKK GUYS !

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