𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧? 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍

𝐈𝐕. 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

" Opening new scars, who never, could ever be closed again. My father i call,
when you buried me, in the cemetery
of your nevercared. The red on my face,
When you hited me, reapar everytime,
You lay hands on me. "

After the events of the back-to-school party. Blair drives me home, the mood is tense and you can hear the thoughts fly of my mind and
taking over the space in the car. I stop thinking rationally and give way to my emotions to direct my resentment. I imagine what my father has in store for me and my whole body trembles at the memory of his two eyes attacking me with their animosity.

I still feel the anger of the moment I spent with Beaufort. His blue irises as deep and enthralling as any ocean invading and staring at me even when I avoid his gaze, it's so annoying the way he has of throwing me off balance. I pay no attention to the environment around me and let myself be carried away by his voice, inked in my mind like a red mark.
"And for God's sake look at me!"
At least my game has had an effect on him too.

I watch my house appear and try to remain calm despite the whirlwind inside my stomach. I remain silent for a few minutes after the engine had stopped and with the last degree of strength I have left. I kiss Blair on the cheek and head for the gates of my own hell.

My steps home are silent and deadly. As I pass the bottom of the door, a deadly smell of alcohol and marijuana assails me.

Suddenly, my whole body is frozen. My brain is on full alert at the sight of the reigning silence. I don't spend another minute in the living room and rush for the stairs leading to my emergency exit, my bedroom.

—"Look who's back."
My body tenses at the sound of this voice. I freeze in front of the stairs and don't turn around.

—"Is this what you do at school?"
How could he already know?

—"And yes, silly girl, your principal called me, I saw the videos." His voice is alcoholic and his song terrifies me.

—"This.. Uh... It's not"
—"I didn't authorize you to speak! "His voice resonates and breaks every still-functioning defense in my body.

—"It's not enough that I have to endure your presence every day, constant reminder of my mistakes. He stops his sentence long enough to approach me. But now you have to humiliate me at school too?"
The words come out of his mouth in whispers directly into my ears. I feel the whisky assaulting me and I'm drunk with weakness at these words.

—"Alayna, Alayna, Alayna..." He's glued to me now, his twisted gaze riveted to my face, making me shudder with his perversion.

—"You know I'm going to have to punish you, don't you ?" He says with a disarming calm.