My obsessive dark angel ( English version)

Chapter 17

To feel falsely accused by the one we adore,

Is to bear the scorching weight of betrayal's sore.

As the heart lingers in the embers of misunderstanding's chore,

In the soul, the flames of treachery roar.

✦•······•Kacy•·····•✦

Kacy struggled to open her eyes, squinting against the soft sunlight filtering through her closed bedroom blinds. Her first instinct was to turn over and seek comfort in her pillow, but a wave of unease quickly overtook her. The events of the previous day flooded back, and she sighed in resignation.

Yesterday had been a turning point in her life. At school, she had endured contemptuous stares from her peers, received threatening anonymous messages, and, to top it off, found herself locked in the bathroom by the worst bullies imaginable. She felt lost, misunderstood, and hurt by the baseless accusations of murder.

The teenager sat heavily on the edge of her bed, her bare feet touching the cool floor. Tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled the humiliation of the day before. How had she become an outcast overnight? She had always been a quiet, unassuming student, working hard to achieve good grades. And yet, all of that had changed in an instant.

She remembered being accosted in the school hallways, with accusatory stares from everyone. Her classmates had whispered among themselves, seemingly frightened or disgusted by her mere presence. Kacy couldn't understand why they were treating her like a monster.

The series of messages she had received from her classmates replayed in her mind. "Murderer! Die! We don't want you here! Kacy the murderer! Go away! Die!" were some of the sinister words that plagued her thoughts. She felt hunted, her heart tightening every time she thought of those cruel words.

Feeling dizzy, Kacy finally got up and headed to the bathroom to splash some water on her face. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes still red from crying. Her pale, gaunt complexion betrayed the mental and emotional exhaustion that had taken over her. She was at her breaking point.

Yet deep down, the girl knew she wasn't a murderer. She had harmed no one, had nothing to hide, and shouldn't let the school's contemptuous attitudes influence her. But to her peers, it seemed an unforgivable fault.

She splashed her face with cold water, hoping it would wash away some of her persistent pain. Then, she went directly to the bathroom to freshen up from the previous day's fatigue. After changing, she went downstairs, expecting to find her mother in the kitchen. Instead, she was surprised to see her brother preparing breakfast. He was usually already gone to college at this hour.

"Hi, Sam, why aren't you already off to class?" Kacy asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Hey, sis, I have the day off today," Sam replied with a smile. "I thought I'd make you breakfast before you head to school."

"Thanks, that's really kind of you. And Mom? Is she already gone?"

"Yeah, she told me to let you know she won't be back until tomorrow morning. She's on call all day, covering for a sick colleague."

"I see," she said simply. "And how's it going with Dereck? Is he upset that you've come home for a while?" Kacy asked curiously.

Sam sighed and placed a plate of pancakes in front of her. "No, don't worry. Dereck's not upset. He understands the situation and has been very supportive. He knows what you're going through right now and that I need to look out for my little sister too."