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All The Truths is the second book of a duet and is NOT standalone.
The truth doesn’t set you free.
Revenge shouldn’t be rushed. It needs to be savored.
Reina ruined my life and it’s only fair I ruin hers back.
Or that was the plan. That was before she got under my skin and f...
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Life as we know it crashes...
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All we have left is...
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Or i...
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To those who stand tall.
Life is unfair.
Its parallel lines and never-crossing patterns are like a curse.
No matter how much you run away from it, you always...
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A small smile tugs on my lips as I stop near the exit and throw one last glance behind me, at Bree and Prescott, Lucy and Naomi, Owen and Seb. And everyone else.
That’s where he always sits. In his closed-up, black mind, he still considers Owen and Sebastian family.
Our relationship has been wrong and refused to be right ever since.
We just keep missing each other, over and over again.
we live in parallel lines. Our worlds are never meant to cross.
We were never meant to be.
It’s over. Everything is over. Now, I have to save the only other person who matters more than I do.
I retrieve my phone and pull up Instagram.
As I hit send, my eyes blur, and I close them to fight the onslaught. It’s all over now.
All the bad blood and unsaid words.
All the secrets and lies....
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I hope it’ll stop with this goodbye, but I doubt it will.
I’ve just mastered the art of deception and don’t show it.
Tonight, I’m leaving everything behind and reuniting with the one person who always loved me unconditionally. The one who gave me their life.
I wish it were physical pain. I wish it were that assault and the agony at the back of my neck and shoulders each time I moved.
At least back then, I lived with the belief that it would soon go away.
This pain won’t. It’s at its rawest,...
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A few moments ago, my heart was soaring, almost hitting the ceiling with all the butterflies. Stupid little butterflies. They’re slaughtered now, leaving blood and goo in their wake.
the breaking of a heart. The smash, the fall. I can almost see the pieces surrounding me like broken glass.
I trusted him. I was falling for him. I ignored all the signs and my instinct and went to him. I considered him my savior when he’s been my Grim Reaper all along.
There’s something so utterly hard about standing up after a fall. The ground keeps pulling me down as if not willing to let me go. It’s gravity, I know that, but my brain is unable to process that fact right now.
If I do, I’ll make the broken pieces worse. I’ll soak them with blood, bury them in my chest, and it’ll be an unsalvageable mess.
That’s why he warned me through Cloud003’s Instagram account. If I’d paid enough attention, I probably could’ve done something about it.
I couldn’t smell the scheme or sense the manipulations. I suspected him, but never enough to think he was after my life—literally.
The hot sun above might as well become a gray cloud. I feel nothing, see nothing, and smell nothing. The world has suddenly become colorless, and I have no idea if I want the colors back.
“Asher threatened me and my mom. She’ll have nowhere to go if Alex fires her, so we have to stay here until I secure my position in the NFL.”
“I can’t keep watching you consider him a hero when he’s your worst villain.”
“He never cared about you, Reina. Not once in his selfish, fucked-up existence did Asher Carson look at you like he gives two fucks about your wellbeing.”
None of it erases what he did. His intention was loud and clear on the roof, in the classroom, and in the locker room.
He wanted to kill me. Don’t they say actions speak louder than words?
My best bet is to know what I’ve done. There’s nothing scarier than ignorance. It slowly creeps under your skin and eats you alive, and when you decide to act, it’s already too late.
See? You’re nothing. Why don’t you follow Arianna and just die? No one cares about you.
“This footage will give you an idea of what you need to know.”
It’s just a frame of Asher and me standing in front of the locker room. The football team’s, I think. I’m wearing a blue cheerleading uniform and Asher has a blue Tigers jacket on, which means it’s from high school time.
Although I can’t hear any words, I can feel the maliciousness on my skin. Asher appears pissed off, his jaw clenching and his hands balled into fists by his sides. I, on the other hand, seem cool.
“From the outside? Best friends. She never did anything without you by her side. You were her role model and she relied on you so much, to the point Asher didn’t like it.”
“She clung to you more. Asher distanced himself from you more than usual. You were miserable and appeared to have a million thoughts going on in your head.”
