"Im going to fucking break you" Reston seethed.
"Please. Please. Please. I beg you. Don't hurt me." I cried taking steps back.
Blair Summers has always lived in fear due to her relentless stalker, a presence that has haunted her since her mother mar...
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The room looked like a war zone, papers strewn everywhere, remnants of what had been transfer papers for the waterfront property and a few others. Dad had intended to give them to Reston, but Mom had torn them apart in a fit of rage. It had been a scene of raw emotions—Dad eventually calming and comforted by Mom's sweet talk , while Reston was left feeling utterly betrayed by both of them.
I watched it all unfold, a silent observer to the chaos. Apologizing to Reston seemed pointless; it would only add fuel to the fire. The situation had already escalated beyond repair, and any attempt to make amends would be futile until Mom was out of the picture. So, I spent the week walking on eggshells around Reston, careful to avoid any confrontation.
But the fights were inevitable. Reston's resentment toward Dad grew each day, manifesting in loud, angry exchanges. Reston was declaring each and every day just how much he hated Dad, mom and me. I kept my distance, avoiding the dinner table and opting to eat alone instead. It was easier that way—less chance of being caught in the crossfire even though Reston tried to force me.
Reston only spent a few nights with me that week. He'd slip into my room late at night, his presence a fleeting comfort, and be gone before I woke up, leaving behind only his scent. During the day, he was a different person entirely. At school, he took out his frustrations on me, making me run around for trivial reasons. I didn't mind the exercise, but his behavior stung. He hardly hit me but when he did, it was painful. For now, all I could do was wait and hope that, eventually, things would settle down and we could find our way back to each other.
Emerald and I had forgotten about the kiss very easily– well he did. For me, it was a new wonder and I would say I was obsessed with the feeling to the point I was watching strangers do it online, even wondering how I'd find someone to do it again. Obviously I didn't want to ask Emerald. I was shy plus he's also very scary. He makes my heart race. My mind replays the kiss more than often in my head and every time I remember the way he just opened my mouth and got rough, I get these weird tingles everywhere and my heart starts beating so fast. The pulse always beats in my stomach making me feel sick or in my legs and arms and neck.
I get adrenaline rushes so often, even when my body is not in danger or remotely close to him. For the first few days, just eye contact with him did the job. But usually, with Reston out of sight, I saw Emerald less too. And to say it was weird was the least because this was the first time Reston avoided me at all times at home which was unexpected because before this he would find creative ideas to make me miserable.
The whole two weeks had been torture. Every day felt like an endurance test, and today was no different. As I walked out of my class, hoping for just a moment of peace, I was grabbed and pushed into the wall. I looked up and saw Ares. He had a special knack for humiliating me. He called me disgusting words, each one sharper than the last, and informed me that there was a school match today. He expected me to stay for it. It was a football match against another school, and while it was only for senior players and their audience, I knew I had to comply. I nodded without saying anything, swallowing my defiance. I could just run away home after school but Ares would make me regret it indefinitely.
