Jay pov:
After I found out the truth… that it had all been an act, and Kiefer never truly had feelings for me every moment we spent together, every kiss he gave me, every difficult time we went through for the sake of our relationship… it had all been fake.
I felt my world shatter around me, my chest tightening with every memory. Everything I believed in, everything I trusted… was gone in an instant.
I left school in tears, barely noticing where I was walking. Crossing the street, I was lost in my own thoughts when suddenly a car came speeding toward me. I froze, heart pounding, and then everything went black as I fell to the ground.
The driver rushed over, panicked and mumbling apologies. But when I looked up, I heard a familiar voice.
"I just came… and the first time I saw you, you are crying," Percy said softly, his voice full of worry. "But why?"
I stayed silent, unable to speak, my mind still spinning from everything. Percy knelt beside me, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Hey… it's okay. You're safe now. I've got you."
Then he hesitated, taking a deep breath. "There's… something I need to tell you," he said, his eyes searching mine. "I'm not just a friend… I'm your half-brother."
The words hit me like a thunderbolt. Half-brother? Percy? My family? My chest tightened even more, and the world seemed to tilt.
"I know it's sudden," he continued, his voice gentle but urgent, "and I don't expect you to understand right away. I just… wanted you to know the truth. And I want to be here for you. Always."
Even with the shock, there was something comforting about him. Not Kiefer, not anyone else… Percy. He was real, steady, and he cared.
For the first time in weeks, a small spark of hope ignited in my chest. Maybe things could finally start to feel… different.
Percy extended his hand, gently but firmly. "Come on… get in the car. You shouldn't be out here like this."
I hesitated, my legs trembling, my chest still tight with everything that had happened. But something in his eyes… the concern, the sincerity… made me trust him. Slowly, I took his hand and got into the car.
The moment I sat down, the tears I had been holding back all day finally spilled over. I buried my face in my hands, shoulders shaking as the sobs came uncontrollably.
Percy reached over, placing a hand gently on my shoulder. "It's okay… let it out," he whispered. "You don't have to hold everything in."
Even though I was crying, I felt a strange sense of relief. For the first time in so long, someone was here for me. Not Kiefer, not the lies, not the heartbreak… Percy.
And as he sat there, quietly letting me cry, I realized maybe… just maybe… things could start to feel a little bit better.Percy looked at me, his eyes full of concern. "Was it… because of Kiefer?"
I nodded silently, the tears still streaming down my face.
"It's… it's everything," I whispered, my voice shaking. "All the moments we shared, every time he kissed me, every struggle we went through for our relationship… it was all fake. Everything he showed me, everything he made me believe… it was all a lie."
Percy's expression softened, a mix of sadness and anger flashing across his face. He reached out, placing a hand gently on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry… I wish I could have been there to protect you, to stop this from happening," he said quietly.
I swallowed hard, letting the words out that I had been holding inside for so long. "I trusted him… I thought he cared… but none of it was real."
Percy's grip tightened slightly, steadying me. "Hey… it's not your fault," he said firmly. "You didn't do anything wrong. None of this is on you."
For the first time, as I looked at him, I felt a strange comfort. Not Kiefer… not the lies… Percy. He was real. He cared. He was here.
And in that moment, I realized… maybe I didn't have to carry this pain alone anymore.
And i got an idée but i was scared that pecy may refuse and i asked
"P pecry can we go to k king ground ?"i asked
He was shoked but then he sad "king ground u sure?"he asked
I simply noded
pulled up in front of King Ground — the same place I had been to before, that chaotic bar full of loud music, cheap alcohol, and trouble waiting in every corner. Its neon lights flickered like promises I wasn't sure I could trust.
Percy shut off the engine and turned to me with a calm look.
"You sure about this?" he asked — not judging, just checking.
I took a deep breath, remembering the last time I was here. That night had been confusing — loud fights, illegal deals, people I shouldn't have met… and a sense that nothing was as safe as it looked.
But tonight felt different. Tonight I wasn't running away from fear — I was running toward something real.
"Yeah," I said with a quiet resolve. "Let's go in."
We walked through the crowd at the entrance, and immediately the smell of spilled drinks and smoke hit me. People were pushing, screaming, laughing too loud. A fight broke out near the bar — a guy threw a punch, and someone else shoved back without blinking. This place didn't ask permission to be wild — it just was.
Percy led me inside like he knew exactly where we needed to be — not too close to the fights, not too far from the exit, just safe enough. He ordered us drinks without hesitation; the bartender slid them over without asking who we were.
I glanced at my glass — strong, harsh, something you only drink when you need the burn more than the taste.
"You've been here before," Percy said softly, like he wasn't sure if he should say it out loud.
I breathed in, remembering the heat of that night from before — the way the music had thumped through my chest, the chaos swirling around me like I was in the center of a storm I couldn't escape.
"Yeah," I whispered. "I've been here once… . I didn't think I'd be back but i didnt drink i juste came to help a freind ."
Percy didn't push. No judgment. Just another steady presence in the madness.
"Then let's make this different," he murmured. "This time… we're not lost. We're choosing to be here together."
And for the first time, being back inside King Ground didn't feel like falling into chaos — it felt like facing it. With someone who wasn't leaving.I was still staring at the chaos inside King Ground, the smell of alcohol and smoke thick in the air, when Percy's hand gently squeezed mine.
"I'm going to check on Tiger," he said quietly, his voice calm but serious. "Don't worry… I'll be back soon."
I nodded, my chest tight, feeling both safe and uneasy. "Okay… be careful," I whispered.
He gave me a small reassuring smile, then disappeared into the crowd, weaving through the people and the fights like he belonged here.
I was left alone at our corner table, the music pounding in my ears, the lights flickering across the walls, and the smell of strong alcohol burning my nose. My hands trembled slightly, but I tried to steady myself.
King Ground was chaos. It was dangerous. It was everything I remembered from before — but this time, I wasn't completely alone. Percy would come back. He promised.
So I took a shakoy breath, clutching my drink a little tighter, and waited, feeling the tension in the air, knowing that anything could happen in a place like this.
And somewhere in the back of my mind… I couldn't help but wonder what Tiger was doing, and what Percy might find.sat there alone, staring at the glass in front of me. The noise around me felt louder now — people shouting, laughing, fighting… everything mixing together.
I knew I shouldn't drink. I really knew.
But I didn't care anymore.
I grabbed the first shot and drank it quickly, the burn hitting my throat instantly. I winced, but I didn't stop. One shot turned into two… then three… then more.
I wasn't even thinking anymore. I just wanted to feel something different — something stronger than the pain Keifer left behind.
After a while… I lost count.
Maybe it was ten. Maybe more.
By the time I reached twenty shots… everything around me started spinning. My head felt light, my body weak, and a soft laugh escaped my lips without me even realizing it.
I was drunk. Completely drunk.
I leaned back in my seat, my vision blurry, trying to focus on something — anything. That's when I noticed someone standing in front of me.
A guy.
He smirked slightly, looking down at me like he had been watching for a while. "You don't look like you belong here," he said, his voice low and confident.
I blinked slowly, trying to understand his words, my thoughts messy.
"And you definitely shouldn't be drinking alone like that," he added, stepping a little closer.
I didn't answer right away. I just stared at him, my heart beating a little faster — not from feelings… but from the strange tension building in the air.
Something didn't feel right.The guy leaned in, hands tight around my waist, pulling me toward him.
"You shouldn't be sitting here all alone…" he whispered, dangerously close, his lips just inches from mine.
My chest tightened, my heart racing. I tried to push him away, but my body felt weak.
"Stop…" I said firmly.
He smirked, leaning closer. "Relax… I just want to—"
Before he could go any further—
"Get the fuck off her!"
The guy froze for a moment… then didn't move.
In my mind, I thought sharply, "A familiar voice…"
Then the truth hit me fully in my heart: "The one I love… the one who was pretending to love me…" — it was Keifer.(In mind)
That's when he stepped forward, jaw tight, eyes dark and dangerous.
"Back off!" he snapped, low and deadly.
The guy still didn't budge, holding me tightly by the waist.
"I warned you," Keifer growled, stepping closer, every inch of him radiating danger.
That was it.
He struck—hard, precise, controlled. The fight exploded. Glasses shattered, drinks spilled, people shouted, some even cheering. The guy tried to fight back, but Keifer wasn't holding anything. Every punch, every shove screamed: she's mine. No one else touches her.
Finally, the guy staggered back, gasping, and spat, "Who the hell are you?"
Keifer's voice dropped, low and deadly:
"I'm the one who will not let you leave this place standing."
The guy sneered, furious, "You don't own her!"
Keifer's jaw tightened. He stepped closer, dangerous, calm, almost cold.
"Hell not you're not fucking touching her."
The crowd around them was silent, eyes fixed on the two men.
The guy lunged again, and Keifer met him blow for blow, every strike fueled by anger, protectiveness, and the need to keep me safe.
I remained seated, steady, my thoughts sharp, watching him destroy anyone who dared touch me, proving he would stop at nothing to protect me.Keifer's eyes scanned me quickly after the fight, his jaw still tight, every muscle tense from the blows he had thrown. He stepped closer, hands ready but relaxed just enough to show he wasn't going to let the danger continue. His voice, low but firm, cut through the lingering chaos around us.
"You okay?" he asked, his tone sharp, demanding—not angry, but like he needed to know the answer.
I blinked, trying to steady my racing heart, and forced a shrug. "What's it to you?" I said, voice light, a little too casual, a little too defensive, hoping it would hide the storm of adrenaline and emotions still raging inside me.
He frowned, the corner of his lips twitching, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes. "Don't do that. Don't act like you care about nothing right now. You're still trembling. Your chest is pounding. I can see it, and I don't like it."
I opened my mouth, trying to form a reply, to argue, to pretend I was fine—but something in his tone stopped me. It wasn't just anger, it wasn't just frustration—it was sharp concern, the kind that cuts through all pretenses and sees straight to the truth.
"Stop acting like you care," he said, voice low, dangerous, but laced with something I couldn't name. "I know you're scared. I know you're shaken. Don't try to hide it from me, not now, not ever. You think you can fool me? I won't let you."
I swallowed hard, my chest tightening again, feeling the weight of his gaze, the heat of his presence. There was no pretending with Keifer—he could see through me in a way no one else could, a way that was both terrifying and… comforting. I wanted to snap, to push him away, to keep my distance—but I couldn't. My heart betrayed me, racing, and I couldn't lie even if I tried.
For a long moment, we just stared at each other, the chaos fading around us like it was a different world, leaving only the tension between us, the unspoken emotions, and the truth that neither of us could ignore.