"Monday, again." I sighed, smashing the alarm that had been shrieking beside me for who knew how long. Back in Brooklyn, I’d never had trouble waking up. But after moving here, something shifted—no, everything shifted. I hardly recognised myself.
I picked out a baggy T-shirt and mini skirt, slipping on a pair of black stockings to complete the look. This wasn’t my usual style back in Brooklyn High, but now I couldn’t help myself. It was as if I needed these changes—needed to be someone new, someone different.
“Good morning, sweetie. Did you sleep well?” Mom greeted me, placing a plate with toast on my side of the table.
“Thanks, Mom. And yes, I did,” I replied, offering a small smile. Little did she know; I was good at hiding how I really felt. Mom and Dad didn’t suspect a thing, and that was how I wanted it.
As she turned back to making breakfast, my thoughts wandered, slipping into the memories I had with Tyler. He was the only person I actually opened up to after coming here; he got me like no one else ever did. But now he wouldn’t text, wouldn’t even look my way. I felt like I was shattering inside, but why would he care? To him, I was no one special. That thought cut deeper than anything.
I brushed it off and headed to school, taking the bus with Kate. She’d made new friends here, hang out with them during school and after but the weekends were always for us three (me, Kate and Lyra).
Walking down the school corridor, I was lost in thought when suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind and shoved me into a dark classroom. The door slammed shut, and my heart started pounding. A girl stood in front of me, blocking the exit. She had long, bleached-blonde hair, and her makeup looked caked on, like she’d emptied half a bottle of foundation on her face. Behind her were two other girls, grinning with smug satisfaction.
And just like that, I was thrown back to memories I’d buried. Memories I’d sworn never to relive. But here it was, clawing its way back.
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Kaylie’s slap echoed in my ears, her twisted smile as she spat on me, her minions jeering in the background. I was helpless, trapped. She’d threatened to hurt Kate if I didn’t keep quiet, and I took it all silently (not that she kept her promise). I thought I’d left that behind. Thought I’d never face it again but here I was.
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I tried to pull away, but the girl grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me back with cruel strength. My face slammed against the wall, and tears pricked at my eyes. The two girls held my arms tight, pinning me in place.
“Stop! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I shouted, my voice cracking. Fear pulsed through me, but I wasn’t about to let her see it.
The girl stepped closer, tightening her grip on my hair. Her eyes glinted with a cold, malicious thrill. “I’m gonna make this quick,” she sneered, her breath hot against my cheek. “Stay away from Tyler. He’s mine. You think he’d ever want a filthy bitch like you?” Her voice dripped with venom. “If I see you with him again, this will only get uglier.”
My chest tightened as her words sank in. Maybe she was right. Why would Tyler want someone like me? Then it struck me. Carla.
“Let her go, Carla.” A deep voice cut through the tension, a voice I knew all too well. Tyler. Relief washed over me, though part of me barely believed he was here. I turned my head, struggling to catch a glimpse of him through the blur of tears.
He was beside us in an instant, grabbing Carla’s arms and yanking her away from me. She stumbled back, startled by his strength and the sharp, furious glint in his eyes.
He held her firmly by the arm, shoving her against the wall, his gaze burning with rage. “I was never yours, Carla. You mess with her again, and you’ll regret it.” His voice was low and lethal, each word landing like a heavy blow. “Get lost. I don’t want to see you near her ever again.” Carla’s face paled, her confidence crumbling as she took in his glare. She blinked, defeated, and she and her lackeys slinked out of the room without another word.
Once they were gone, Tyler turned to me, his anger melting into worry. His eyes roamed over me, checking for any sign of injury, his expression tense.
“I’m fine, Tyler. They didn’t really hurt me,” I whispered, forcing a shaky smile as I reached out, my hand brushing his arm.
His gaze softened, worry and relief mingling in his eyes as he met my gaze. The sincerity there felt like a balm to my wounded heart, as if he truly cared.
Without a word, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close. His embrace was strong, grounding me, making me feel safe for the first time in what felt like ages. He whispered against my ear, “I’m sorry for leaving like that Evie.” His voice was rough, guilt shadowing every word. “You don't have to worry anymore, no one will dare to even come near you and I'll make sure of that.”
I felt a flicker of hope, something warm and real, blooming in my chest. I couldn't tell what he exactly meant but one thing was clear, that it was real, it was all real.
But before I could respond, his phone buzzed, shattering the moment. He pulled it out, and as his eyes scanned the screen, his expression darkened, his jaw clenching tight.
“What is it, Tyler?” I asked, reaching for his arm, but he pulled away slightly, his hand tightening around his phone.
He held it out, and I felt my stomach drop as I saw the screen. It was a picture of me and Jason, sitting on the rocks near the beach, laughing. I remembered the day—how I’d just needed someone to talk to. But now it looked like a betrayal, like something it wasn’t.
“Tell me it’s a lie.” His voice was cold, his eyes hard as he stared at me.
“It’s not,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper.
He scoffed, his face twisting with something between anger and hurt. “I told you to stay away from that asshole, and you went right to him?” His words lashed at me, every syllable searing into me.
The dam broke. “What did you expect me to do, Tyler?” I shouted, unable to hold back the hurt anymore. “You think I don’t know? I’m just another toy for you to mess around with, aren’t I? But I’m done. I can hang out with whoever I want, and you don’t get to tell me otherwise!”
I pulled out my phone and showed him the post that had broken me—the picture of him with that girl, her arms wrapped around him as he downed a drink. Tears streamed down my face as the words tumbled out. “How do you think it feels, huh? To know I mean nothing to you? To be the one waiting for you to show up, while you’re out with someone else?”
He stared at the image in stunned silence, his expression softening, but it was too late. The words hung between us, painful and heavy.
Finally, he shook his head, his voice barely a whisper. “Is that what you think? That I don’t care? I thought you understood me, Evie… but I guess you’re just like everyone else.” He turned on his heel and began to walk out.
"Did you forget that night?" I asked which made him stop mid way his back still faced towards me.
He turned around a bit which made a small part of his face visible before responding, "I don't know what you're talking about." He walked out leaving me standing there, shattered, hollow and aching.
The door clicked shut behind him, and it was as though my whole world crumbled. Stumbling to the bathroom, I locked myself in a stall, burying my face in my hands as sobs wracked my body. Everything I’d hoped for, everything I’d dreamed of… shattered.
Holding my chest, I whispered to myself, “Maybe this was always my fate.”
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