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Chapter six: The Calm Before the Chaos

I’d spent the past few weeks barricading myself inside the four walls of my room. Wake up, go to college, come home — straight upstairs. It became my routine. My survival mode. Gwen, sweet as ever, had tried to talk to me a few times, but I’d shut her out like the rest of the world.

Tonight was no different. I padded downstairs barefoot, Gwen’s faint humming welcomed me as I entered the kitchen. She stood there in her floral nightdress, her silver curls pulled into a low bun as she shuffled through the fridge.

I grabbed a plate and turned, avoiding eye contact. Just as I was about to leave, her voice halted me.

“Lucía, sweetheart… why do you keep eating alone?” she asked gently, her voice laced with concern. “Did something happen?”

I paused for a moment before sighing. “No, Gwen. I just… need privacy.”

She frowned but didn’t push further. I appreciated that. My grip tightened on the plate as I turned toward the stairs — and that’s when I heard it.

His voice.

Marcelo.

That low, gravel-rich tone that haunted my dreams and dragged me right back to that night. I stopped in my tracks, heart pounding, breathing shallow. His voice was faint, muffled through the hallway, but it still sank its claws into my skin.

I clenched my jaw. Don’t think about it. Don’t go there.

But it was too late. My mind betrayed me — again. His rough hands trailing over my skin, his mouth on my breast, his growl in my ear, the heat… and then the cold slap of reality.

“Don’t act like a whore.”

That phrase still echoed like a gunshot.

With a sharp inhale, I bolted up the stairs and slammed my door shut, locking it behind me as if the wooden barrier could keep his memory out. I hated him. Hated that he had the power to ignite me and then leave me burning.

Days passed. I ignored him. Pretended he didn’t exist.

But I also couldn’t stop missing him. And I hated myself for that even more.

That afternoon, I wandered through campus, grateful for the fresh air and the normalcy of people chatting, laughing, living. I closed my eyes, feeling the breeze brush my face — and suddenly, I collided with a solid wall of muscle.

“Oof,” the wall groaned.

I blinked up, startled — only to find Ben, the guy I’d met during my first week. The one I’d intentionally been dodging.

“Hey,” he said with a cautious smile.

“Hey,” I replied, suddenly shy.

“You’ve been ignoring me.”

I winced. “It’s not just you. I’ve been… distant from everyone. Even Sophie.”

He studied me for a moment before placing a hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay, Lucía. I get it. Just… don’t shut us out forever.”

His hand moved to gently cup my cheek, and I froze. The warmth of his skin, the calm in his eyes — it was the opposite of everything Marcelo was.

“I really like you,” Ben said softly. “I know you’re going through a lot. But I’d like a chance… even if I have to earn it.”

His words felt like a balm over an old wound. I smiled — genuinely.

“I hope you do.”

He grinned, his dimples flashing like sunlight through clouds. “There’s a new club opening tomorrow night. Sophie’s coming too. You in?”

I hesitated for a second before nodding. “I’d love to.”

He scribbled something on a slip of paper and handed it to me. “See you tomorrow, gorgeous.”

As he walked away, I stared at the address and name of club in my hand, heart thudding. That warmth was new… and dangerous in its own way.

Moments later, my ever-present bodyguards materialized at my side like shadows. Without a word, they led me to the car.

I sat in the back seat, fingers tightening around the note. My eyes flicked to the darkened window. Tomorrow, I was going to sneak out. I didn’t care what it took.

Let’s see who tries to stop me.