Mama didn't sit down immediately.
She stood beside the table, fingers gripping the back of the chair, eyes fixed on the bandage on my head like it was accusing her of something.
"Jay Jay," she said softly, "look at me."
I did.
"I told you," she continued, her voice trembling just a little, "this world is not gentle. Especially to girls who don't know how cruel people can be."
"I know, Ma," I said quickly. "But please believe me. I didn't fight. I swear. I just… slipped on the stairs."
The lie tasted bitter.
Her eyes searched my face—slowly, carefully—as if she was looking for cracks in my words.
Then suddenly—
Her eyes filled.
"Do you know," she whispered, turning away, "how many nights I stay awake just thinking if I made the right choices for you?"
My chest tightened.
She brought a hand to her mouth, tears slipping past her control.
Mom(POv)
If I tell her… her thoughts screamed silently.
If she ever knows who her father really is—
No.
Am I doing right to hide this huge secret from her. Should I tell her then she doesn't need to struggle with me..but what then when she know the truth will they accept her i know her father protect her!! But how long i know he doesn't even say a word infront of his father, family he doesn't even defend meh..at my time what will happen to her if I..
No, no, no.
May be....May be his family Doesn't digest this and want her dead I can't let them know...i can't let his enemy know..
Her fingers curled into fists.
That man's world is blood and shadows.
If anyone finds out she is his daughter… her life will never be safe.
Danger flashed through her mind—faces without mercy, names that carried fear, secrets buried too deep.
I won't let that touch her.
She wiped her tears quickly, forcing her breathing to steady.
I stood up and hugged her without thinking, wrapping my arms around her waist.
Jay..(she sob and screaming in her mind which she can't fully express infront of her daughter)
U are my everything I can't let anyone again to separate my child from meh i can't bear the pain again..
"I'm okay, Ma," I whispered. "I promise. I'm still here."( ma is really worried thank God I can't tell her Fully what happened to me i don't like to see her in n this condition this miserably it hurt my heart and i can lose my composer in front of her).
I pulled my thoughts aside and hug her tightly then..
She froze for a second—then hugged me back tightly, like she was afraid I might disappear.
"Go," she said finally, pulling away and brushing my hair gently. "You'll be late for school."
I nodded.
But as I stepped out—
I felt it.
Something was breaking.
And something far darker was being held together by nothing but love.
Holy Saint School looked the same.
White walls. Long corridors. Students everywhere.
And yet—
The moment I stepped inside the building, the air shifted.
Whispers followed me.
"That's her."
"She's the transfer."
"Did you see her injuries?"
"They say someone powerful helped her." all students whisper about me and they intentionally do this coz they want me to hear them to pity me .
here I glare to let them clearly know i know it all so they need to shut the fuck up.. their nonsense.
When I reached Class 8-A, conversations died instantly.
Silence swallowed the room.
Everyone stared.
Not openly—but enough.
I walked to my seat by the window, my movements calm, controlled. Inside, my heart beat steadily.
Let them look, I thought.
I survived worse.
As I sat down, I could almost hear their thoughts—
She doesn't look broken.
Why isn't she scared?
How is she still standing?
A girl approached my desk.
She had kind eyes. Clean posture.
Someone who never joined the crowd. And i like her from the moment I first sow her i wanted to reach her and talk to her but held my self coz frendship is not in my dictionary i survive alone from very young age children start fight with me whenever they se me and sa dirty words that's why I can't get involved with anyone who can easily stab me in my back. But not this tym when she approached me first. I glance at her .
"Hi," she said softly. "I'm Aileen. I just wanted to ask… are you okay?" she asked I can tell her from the look in her eyes that she is worried about me that feel look kind a strange coz no one cared or worried about me other than my ma and i can see my aunt and cousin also worried bout me and then
I looked up and smiled faintly.
"Yes," I replied. "Thank you for asking."
It was the first genuine kindness I felt in that class.
I half pass like sand from your hand .
During interval, hunger finally dragged me to the canteen.
I stood in line, distracted, replaying everything from the last two days—the pain, the fear, the handkerchief.
Then—
I felt it.
That presence again.
I turned.
And my world tilted.
He stood near the counter, talking to a group of seniors.
School uniform.
White shirt. Dark trousers. Loosened tie. ( First i mesmerizing by his handsomenes coz abuosly i don't know him personally what his nature, what he like dislike i don't know any thing then my eyes went below his face at his shirt pocket then i realised that something boldly written on his badge...what he have badge i thought to my self i stand far away from him so I can't clearly see what is written on it then shift little.)
President badge pinned neatly to his chest.
Mark Keifer Watson.
So his name is...
My breath caught. I can tell something is strange in his name which I can't tell. But I can sense it My heart want to feel this realisation but my mind alert me but abuosly..!! At my age my heart win right now.
It's him.
The boy who saved me.
The boy from the dark.
My heart skipped, then stumbled.
He glanced around casually—and his eyes met mine.
For a brief moment, he froze. He thought I don't attend school today coz of all the hell which is happened with me.
Not shock.
Recognition.
His brows knit together slightly.
That little girl… he thought.
She's here.
Just then, someone called his name.
"President Watson!"
He looked away.
Just like that.
I stood there, stunned.
He's a senior…
He's powerful…
He's dangerous…
And still—
My heart didn't listen.
Yesterday, he thought of me as a scared little girl.
But today—
I realized something terrifying.
I didn't just remember his face.
I liked him. And he is my first crush which I can't easily forgot.
And I had a feeling—
This crush was going to cost me far more than I was ready to pay.
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