~Ava
I slammed the bedroom door so hard the frame rattled, my backpack hitting the floor with a thud.
Tears burned my eyes, hot and unstoppable, spilling down my cheeks as I sank onto the bed, face buried in my hands.
What the f**k.
I’d heard them downstairs, Mom’s voice sharp, cutting into Adrian like a knife, his low, defensive murmurs trying to smooth it over.
I didn’t care what. All I could see was him carrying her up the stairs last night, her laugh, the way he kissed her like she was everything.
My mum's pregnant for him, with a baby boy.
I didn’t want to see their faces. Not Mom’s. Not Adrian’s, with that smug control he wore like a second skin. I hated how much I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at her. Hated how my body still burned for him, even now, with my
