Ep8
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EPISODE 8.
A heavy load hit Diana, and her gaze locked onto Michael's, her eyes blazing with fury. She tried to pull her hand free from Michael's grip, but he held tight, his fingers wrapping around her wrist like a vice.
"You're not going anywhere until we settle this," Michael said, his voice low and menacing. Diana's heart racing, she glared up at him, her eyes flashing with anger and humiliation.
"Let me go!" Diana demanded, trying to struggle free, but Michael's grip only tightened.
"You're not going to run away from this conversation," Michael said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're going to face the consequences of your actions." Diana felt a surge of anger and humiliation, her face burning with shame.
"You're just like him," she spat, her voice venomous. "You think you're better than me, don't you?" Michael's expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to gleam with interest.
"I'm not like him," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I'm worse." A shiver ran down Diana's spine as she stared up at Michael, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty.
"What are you going to do to me?" Diana asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Michael's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if he could see right through her. "You're going to find out," he said, his voice low and husky.
Diana felt a sense of trepidation wash over her, and her heart skipped a beat.
As Michael's grip on her wrist began to loosen, he started to pull her closer to him, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her skin crawl.
Diana's heart skipped a beat as she felt herself being drawn into his orbit, like a moth to a flame.
But then, something inside her snapped.
"The woman who gave birth to me isn't sleeping around. And if she is, that's none of your business. She's a mother who will do anything to make her child happy," Diana said, her voice firm despite the fear that threatened to consume her. Michael scoffed at her reply, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"So, you accept that she sleeps around? Is that it? So, he was right. People like you are so cheap to be here, a school that's so highly regarded that no commoner could afford its fees." Diana's heart racing, she felt a dagger in her chest as he uttered another villainous word.
"A w***e's child is attending it? Like mother, like daughter," Michael said, his words like a slap in the face. Tears pricked at the corners of Diana's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She wouldn't let her ego down by showing weakness to him that easily.
"What are you saying?" Diana replied in a broken tone, trying to keep her emotions in check. Michael mocked her, gripping her arm roughly.
"Oh, come on, don't pretend, Diana. Just say that you're following your mother's footsteps because you're a prostituted child. Right?" he said, his words like a knife twisting in her heart.
Tears rolled down Diana's face painfully as he tightened his grip on her. Anger rose up inside her, and she pushed him away, making him step back.
"I never thought that someone for whom I had feelings would be as disgusting as his friend. I thought maybe you would be different, but yet again, you left me disappointed," Diana said, more tears storming like heavy rain as she turned and ran out of the garden, leaving Michael and his cruel words behind.
As she disappeared from view, Michael's expression remained stoic, but a flicker of emotion danced in his eyes.
He stood there for a moment, lost in thought, before turning to walk away, the sound of Diana's sobs fading into the distance.
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FEW HOURS AGO.
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A knock echoed through the room as Michael reached to open the door. Joseph stood before him, mouthing
"May I?" Joseph stepped inside, his eyes locking onto Michael's, and sat on the plush bed, its softness enveloping him.
"What's up, Jos?" Michael walked to him, sitting beside him, their shoulders almost touching.
"Nothing feels right. What happened today was humiliating, but still, Dave shouldn't have gotten such an insult from a commoner."
"Dave's image is at stake, Michael, and it's all because of a single common girl," Joseph said, his eyes burning with rage, like embers ready to ignite.
“Won't you do something about this. Or do you want your best friend walking the hallway in shame.”.
Michael stood up, his movements abrupt. Joseph's grin knowing what he's here for is working.
But for it to deploy, he has to open old wounds. “Anyways, this seminar incident occurred years ago, when your mother left you and your dying dad, also your sister in the streets to beg for food. I mean… People like Diana are just like her, innocent on the outside but a devil on the inside. I very well know you despise people like that, especially whenever I see you staring at her with mixed feelings”.
The memories sting like a fresh wound. He paced around the room, his footsteps heavy with frustration.
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Michael roughed his hair, the strands standing on end, and turned on the tap, splashing water on his face to wash away the anger.
He stared at his reflection for a while, his eyes flashing with intensity, before walking out of the boys' bathroom.
Michael's mind was still reeling from his conversation with Diana, the echoes of her tears and hurt lingering in his thoughts like a haunting melody.
He couldn't shake the feeling that he had crossed a line, that his words had cut deeper than he had intended.
The memory of her pain-filled eyes lingered, refusing to be dismissed. But he pushed those thoughts aside, his resolve hardening like tempered steel.
He told himself that he had done what was necessary, that Diana needed to be taken down a peg.
The rationalization felt hollow, however, and Michael's thoughts continued to churn with unease, like a stormy sea that refused to calm.
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