Debt And Blood
The numbers on the screen blink red—$12,000 overdue, 48 hours left. David’s voice still echoes in my skull: 'Pay up, or we break more than just your fingers.' I’ve sold everything worth selling. Now I’m staring at Mom’s tired eyes, knowing she’s got nothing left to give. Uncle Trevor offered shelter, but not salvation. Grandpa Henry watches me like I’m already lost. Maybe I am. But if I don’t find a way out by Friday, it won’t matter where I sleep—it’ll be where they bury me.My hands won’t stop shaking as I stare at the text: Friday. Midnight. Warehouse 7. No excuses.
I deleted the message, but it’s burned into my vision. The clock says 3:14 a.m. I’ve been scrolling job boards for hours, but no one hires ghosts. That’s what I feel like—half-dead, haunting this life I ruined.
Mom’s snoring softly through the curtain separating our room. I can’t wake her. Not again. Not after last time, when she cried and said, 'I don’t have anything left, Zayn.'
My phone buzzes—another anonymous number. I don’t answer. It’s probably David’s goons. Or worse, another ad for a 'quick loan' that’ll dig me deeper.
Then a knock. Soft, but deliberate. At this hour?
I peer through the peephole. Uncle Trevor, drenched from the rain, holding a suitcase. Behind him, Grandpa Henry stands stiffly, eyes sharp despite the late hour.
'We’re moving in,' Trevor says before I can speak. 'Landlord’s raising rent. Thought we’d save money… together.'
Henry stares at me like he sees the truth—the debt, the fear, the cowardice. And maybe… something else. Judgment? Or recognition?
But before I can react, my phone lights up again. A photo this time. Me, leaving the underground casino three nights ago. Tagged with one word: Remember?
They’re watching. Always watching.
Now I have to decide—do I tell them everything, risk losing the only shelter I have… or let the lie grow until it crushes us all?
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Blood Lines
I never thought I’d be begging my mom for money—not like this. The debt’s closing in, David’s goons broke my door last night, and now I’m staring at eviction or worse. Mom lost her job weeks ago. We’re barely eating. Then Uncle Trevor calls, offering shelter at Grandpa Arthur’s mansion. It’s a lifeline. But since we moved in, something’s off. The way Arthur looks at Mom… the brush of his hand when he passes her coffee. I tell myself I’m imagining it. But why can’t I stop looking too?
Blood Ties and Broken Vows
I didn’t want to come back. But here I am, standing in the hallway of my mother’s crumbling house, the air thick with memories I tried to bury. Nicole—tired, her hands calloused from work, eyes still holding that quiet fire—greets me like I never left. And yet, the moment I see her, something dark stirs inside me. A pull I’ve denied for years. It’s wrong, I know it’s wrong—but I can’t look away. Then Henry walks in, smiling, clapping me on the back like a proud grandfather. But his eyes… they linger on her just a little too long. And I swear, beneath his kindness, he’s watching me too.
Blood And Desire
I haven’t seen her in eight years—not since I left this town with nothing but a backpack and a lie. Now I’m back, standing on the porch, hands shaking not from the cold but from the debt breathing down my neck. Mom looks older, fragile, but her eyes still pierce through me like they always did. She doesn’t know about the men chasing me, the blood already on my hands. And she definitely doesn’t know about the heat that coils in my gut when she touches my arm—soft, maternal, wrong. This house was supposed to be safe. But desire has a way of rotting roots.
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