I’d been over in my wing, having given up on trying to be near them, but I’d bolted upright in my bed. I hadn’t even been in my parents’ hallway when I heard it. It would never match the shouts, the yelling, the sound of walls being hit, and especially not that last thing I’d heard two nights ago: a bloodcurdling scream. On the day I moved in, there’d been some shrieks, some giggling, music playing, and a mom who’d shouted at a little boy who darted under my legs and took off down the hallway, but none of that was really noise. I also had the insight that while I loved my mother, I loathed the battlefront that was in our home, and my shoulders sagged in relief at the quiet in Hillcrest Academy. Maybe not all twelve year olds have that insight, but I did. It was hard not to when I snuck up to sleep in the hallway adjacent to theirs. The fighting between my parents was at an all-time high, and even though we lived in a mansion and they kept to their wing, I could still hear them. I’d been shipped to Hillcrest Academy slightly against my wishes-but also not. That’d been the only pause for me, because I was not this type of girl.
When I first walked into our room, I took in her bedding, which looked like a cloud with crystal lights surrounding it, the massive amount of photographs she’d taped to her wall in the shape of a heart, and the framed canvas with a quote in glittering font that read, Fairytales Happen. Our beginning six months went by without a hiccup. My boarding school roommate was a mafia princess.Īlthough I didn’t learn that at first. ** This is a 120k full-length standalone. Brooke left Hillcrest for good, and that was the last time I saw her.įourteen years later, I'm staring at her face on the television. Three months later, her father died, and Kai became the head of the Bennett Family. Her father said accident, but Brooke said murder. They were mafia, and Brooke's oldest brother was dead. He came to our school with their father, and that's when I learned what kind of family Brooke came from. Kai had eyes that pulled me in and a face that haunted my dreams. I became fascinated with her second-oldest brother. The only things she showed me were photographs of her brothers. She was fun and outgoing, but she kept quiet about her family. The wealthiest of the wealthy sent their kids to our boarding school, and Brooke Bennett had been at the top, though I never quite knew why. There were always whispers about my roommate at Hillcrest Academy.
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