JAY-JAY POV
"Keifer…" I started, voice shaking.
He didn't even let me finish.
"Just shut up," he snapped, eyes blazing. "take what I give you like a Slut you are"
The words hit me so hard my breath caught.
I froze.
My throat tightened.
My chest burned.
It felt like the floor dropped out from under me.
"Keifer… please," I whispered, voice cracking.
He stepped closer, anger radiating off him like heat.
"No," he said, voice sharp and cruel in a way I'd never heard from him. "You don't get to cry. You don't get to explain. You don't get anything from me."
He dragged me into his room, the door slamming behind us so hard the walls shook.
Before I could even catch my breath, he shoved me toward the bed.
I stumbled, falling onto it, palms hitting the sheets as my heart jumped into my throat.
"Keifer—" I gasped, scrambling to sit up.
He wasn't listening.
His chest rose and fell too fast, his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful.
Then he turned around and yanked off his jacket and shirt — not in a seductive way, not in a threatening way — but like he was overheating from pure rage.
Like he couldn't breathe in his own skin.
Like he was seconds away from exploding.
"Do you have any idea," he said, voice shaking with fury, "what it felt like to see those pictures?"
My throat closed.
"Keifer, please—"
"NO!" he shouted, slamming his fist against the wall so hard I flinched. "Don't say my name like you didn't destroy me!"
Tears burned my eyes.
"I didn't do it," I whispered.
He laughed — a broken, bitter sound.
"Then why does it look exactly like you?" he said, stepping closer, eyes blazing. "Why does everyone believe it? Why does even your own family believe it?"
My chest tightened painfully.
He didn't say anything.
He just moved.
Suddenly.
Sharply.
He grabbed my face and kissed me — not gently, not lovingly, not like the boy who held me yesterday.
It was harsh.
Cold.
Nothing like the ones he used to give me.
Nothing like the soft, warm kisses that made my chest flutter.
This one felt like punishment.
Like anger.
Like betrayal.
Like he was trying to silence me, not hold me.
My breath caught.
My hands trembled.
I didn't kiss him back — I couldn't.
I was too shocked.
Too hurt.
Then he removed my shirt and my skirt, leaving me completely exposed in front of him.
"Is this what you truly desired?" he questioned, trapping me with his hands. "Is this why you went to that bar and kissed that man?" he yelled.
"Keifer, please—" I began, but he ignored me and kissed me again
"Simply accept what I offer you, like the sluth and whore you are," Keifer said, his eyes filled with fury.
I froze not because of what he was doing
I froze because of his words.
Because of the names he was calling me.
Because of the way his voice twisted them like knives.
Because every syllable felt like it was meant to break me.
My chest tightened painfully.
He looked at me
Like I was dirty.
Like I was worthless.
Like I was someone he didn't recognize — someone he didn't want to recognize.
"Keifer…" I whispered, my voice barely holding together. "Why are you saying these things?"
He didn't soften.
He didn't hesitate.
He didn't even blink.
"Because that's what you made yourself look like," he said, voice sharp and cruel.
What came after that wasn't soft.
It wasn't love.
It wasn't anything close to the boy who held my hand yesterday.
It was anger and hurt.
And something so broken it scared me.
Everything blurred.
The only thing I remember from that moment is my screams urging Keifer to stop, while he only sped up and hurled insults at me.
After he was done
he suddenly went quiet.
Too quiet.
He stepped back, breathing hard, like he'd just run a marathon fueled by anger alone.
Then he grabbed my clothes from where they'd fallen when he shoved them at me
"Put them on," he said, voice flat and cold.
My fingers shook so badly I could barely hold anything.
I wasn't crying anymore.
I wasn't even breathing right.
I felt numb.
Hollow.
Like something inside me had cracked open and spilled out.
I pulled my clothes back on with trembling hands, my vision blurry, my chest tight.
Keifer didn't look at me.
Not once.
He just stood there, jaw clenched, fists tight, staring at the floor like he couldn't stand to look in my direction.
When I finished, he finally spoke.
Not loud.
Not angry.
Just… empty.
"Get out."
My heart dropped.
"Keifer…" I whispered, voice breaking.
"Get. Out."
Each word was sharp.
Final.
Like a door slamming shut.
I felt my throat close, tears burning again.
"Please," I whispered. "Please don't do this."
He didn't move. He didn't blink. He didn't soften.
"Leave," he said "Before I do more"
And that—
That hurt more than anything he'd said before or did.
More than the yelling.
More than the accusations.
More than the way he looked at me like I was a stranger wearing my own skin.
I walked out of his house in a daze, the door slamming behind me like a final goodbye.
The sky opened up the moment I stepped outside.
Rain poured down in sheets, cold and heavy, soaking through my clothes in seconds.
My hair stuck to my face, my shoes filled with water, but I didn't stop.
I kept walking.
I didn't know where I was going.
I didn't care.
The rain hit my skin like needles, cold and sharp, but it still didn't hurt as much as the words echoing in my head.
"Characterless."
"Slut."
"Whore."
And so many more.
They kept replaying, over and over, like someone pressed repeat inside my skull.
Every step I took, another word hit me.
Every breath I tried to take, another memory stabbed me.
I wrapped my arms around myself, but it didn't help.
Nothing helped. My chest felt tight. My throat felt raw. My legs felt weak.
I didn't even realize I was crying until the tears mixed with the rain on my cheeks.
Why did they say that? Why did they believe it? Why didn't anyone stand up for me?
My own brothers.
Section E.
Keifer.
Especially Keifer.
I kept walking.
Past houses.
Past cars.
Past people who stared at the drenched girl stumbling down the street like she was lost.
Because I was.
I was so, so lost.
And the worst part?
I didn't know if I could ever go back to the person I was before today.
I only stopped because someone grabbed my arm and yanked me back.
"Are you crazy?" she shouted, eyes wide.
I blinked at her, dazed. "What… happened?"
"Girl, that truck was about to hit you," she said, pointing at the road. "You just kept walking like you didn't even see it."
I stared at the spot where the truck had passed, water splashing in its wake.
My throat tightened.
"I wish it hit me " I whispered.
Her expression softened, the anger fading into concern.
"Hey… are you okay?" she asked quietly.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
Because I wasn't okay.
Not even close.
Everything hurt — my chest, my head, my heart — all of it felt too heavy, too loud, too much.
"I just…" I swallowed hard, voice cracking. "I just wanted everything to stop for a second."
Her face changed instantly — worry, real worry, settling in her eyes.
"Come on," she said gently, taking my arm again but softer this time. "You shouldn't be out here alone."
"I'm fine, really," I whispered, pulling my arm away from her.
But my voice didn't sound fine.
It sounded thin.
"Let's go. You don't look fine," she insisted, reaching for me again.
Her fingers brushed my arm—
"Ow," I flinched, sucking in a sharp breath.
She froze.
Her eyes widened as she looked at me properly for the first time — the way I was holding myself, the way I winced when I moved, the way I was shaking even though the rain was warm.
"Hey… what happened to you?" she asked softly.
I didn't answer because it wasn't just my arm that hurt every part in my body hurt because of what Keifer had done.
Everything felt bruised — inside and out.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold the pieces together.
She stepped closer, slower this time, like she was approaching something fragile.
"Hey, please come with me," she said softly.
I shook my head, barely able to keep my eyes open.
"Come on, you're going to get yourself hurt if you keep walking like this," she said, reaching for me again.
Her hand brushed my arm—
And suddenly the world tilted.
My vision blurred.
The rain became a smear of gray.
The ground felt like it was moving under my feet.
"Hey—hey! Are you okay?" she asked, her voice suddenly sharp with panic.
I tried to answer.
I really did.
But my throat wouldn't work.
My legs wouldn't hold me.
My chest felt tight, like all the air had been punched out of me.
I blinked once.
Twice.
Everything went fuzzy.
Her voice sounded far away now, like she was shouting from underwater.
"Hey! Stay with me! Don't close your eyes—"
But I couldn't stop it.
The world dimmed.
The rain faded.
My knees buckled.
And then—
Everything went black.
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KEIFER POV
*AFTER JAY LEFT HIS HOUSE*
After Jay walked out of my house, after the door slammed behind her, after her footsteps faded into the rain—
I was still standing there.
Shirtless.
I ran a hand through my hair, pacing once, twice, like I could outrun the mess I'd just made.
What the hell did I do?
The anger was still there, buzzing under my skin like electricity, but now something else was creeping in.
A question.
A poison.
Why did she do it?
Why did she have to cheat on me?
What did I do to her?
I treated her like she was my whole world.
I put her first. I trusted her.I believed every word she said. And she just—
My jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
She cheated on me.
Just like Ella.
Just like Freya.
Girls who smiled at me, held my hand, acted like they cared…
then used me for what they wanted.
Money. Attention. A distraction. A time pass.
Was Jay the same?
Was everything she said just a lie wrapped in a sweet voice?
I ran a hand through my hair, pacing again, my chest tight.
I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to put her in the same category as them.
But the pictures.
Those damn pictures.
"Damn it, Jay," I muttered, voice cracking. "Why did you do it?"
The question kept looping in my head like a broken record.
Why?
Why would she cheat on me?
At least… that's what it looked like.
I slammed my fist against the wall again, harder this time.
"Why, Jay?" I whispered, my voice shaking. "What did I do wrong?"
My phone buzzed
Angelo.
I stared at the screen for a second before answering, my pulse still uneven, my thoughts still a mess.
"Keifer, come downstairs," he said — not asking, not suggesting. Ordering.
"Fine," I muttered, hanging up.
I grabbed my shirt off the floor and pulled it on, my hands still shaking.
The fabric felt cold against my skin
I opened my door and stepped into the hallway, the air colder than before.
Every step toward the stairs felt heavier, like something was waiting for me at the bottom.
Something I wasn't ready for.
As I reached the last step, I saw them.
Angelo.
Aries.
Section E.
My brothers.
All standing in my living room.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" I asked, my voice cold, distant, clipped.
Keigan stepped forward immediately, placing a hand on Keiran's shoulder.
"Keiran, let's go upstairs," he said quietly.
Keiran didn't argue
He let Keigan guide him up the stairs, both of them disappearing into the hallway.
The moment Keigan and Keiran disappeared upstairs, the room felt heavier.
Like the air thickened.
Like everyone was waiting for me to crack.
Angelo stepped forward first.
"What did you do to her?" he asked.
I didn't answer.
I couldn't.
My jaw locked. My throat tightened. My chest felt like it was caving in.
Yuri's voice followed, quieter but sharper.
"Where is she?"
I didn't answer that either.
Aries scoffed, crossing his arms.
"Why care about her?" he said. "She probably went somewhere again."
Something snapped in me.
Not anger — not the kind I'd felt earlier.
Something colder. Something that made my stomach twist.
"Shut up," I muttered.
Mayo raised his eyebrow "What he isn't–"
"I said shut up," I repeated, louder this time.
Everyone froze.
The air felt thick, like the whole house was holding its breath.
"Keifer," Ci‑n said quietly, his eyes red, his voice shaking in a way I'd never heard before. "Do you know where she is?"
I opened my mouth.
"I don't know where that—"
I stopped mid‑sentence.
The word I was about to say tasted wrong.
Ugly.
Cruel.
And suddenly, the anger I'd been clinging to didn't feel like armor anymore.
It felt like a lie.
I swallowed hard.
"I don't know where she is," I said instead, my voice low, rough. "Get out. Get out of my house."
They didn't argue and just went out of my house
I went to the bar and started to drink
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SKIP ONE WEEK
KEIFER POV
I don't even know who I am anymore.
I go to school. I sit in class. I stare at the board. I don't talk. I don't laugh. I don't react.
I'm just… there.
A body in a chair.
A name on attendance.
A ghost walking through hallways.
Section E doesn't talk about her.
Not once. Not even Ci‑n.
He acts like she never existed. Like she didn't matter. Like she wasn't part of us. And I tell myself I don't care.
I tell myself she deserves it. I tell myself she brought this on herself. I tell myself she cheated, she lied, she ruined everything.
I tell myself all of that.
Over and over.
I heard she didn't go home since last week.
People whispered it in the hallways.
Teachers asked about her.
And every time I overheard something, my chest tightened so hard it felt like I couldn't breathe.
But I kept my face blank.
Cold.
Unmoved.
Like it didn't matter.
Like she didn't matter.
Aries didn't even search for her.
He acted like she was just being dramatic again, like she'd show up eventually, like she wasn't actually missing.
He shrugged it off.
Laughed it off.
Pretended it wasn't serious.
And that made something ugly twist in my stomach.
Angelo tried… but not really.
He asked around.
He checked a few places.
He called her phone a couple times.
But he didn't tear the city apart.
He didn't go crazy looking for her.
He didn't act like she was his sister.
And that bothered me more than I wanted to admit.
Why weren't they looking?
Why weren't they panicking?
Why weren't they doing something?
Why wasn't anyone doing something?
I sat there in class, staring at the empty seat she used to fill, pretending I didn't care.
Pretending it didn't bother me.
Pretending I wasn't thinking about her every second.
Pretending I wasn't imagining her alone somewhere, hurt, scared, crying.
Pretending I wasn't the reason she disappeared.
I clenched my jaw, forcing the thoughts away.
The bell rang again.
Chairs scraped.
Bags zipped.
People laughed, talked, shoved each other on the way out.
Everyone started to leave one by one.
I didn't move.
I just sat there, staring at the same spot on my desk like it could distract me from the empty seat across the room.
"Keifer," Yuri said softly.
I didn't look up.
"The bell has rung," he continued, voice sad, almost hesitant. "School has ended."
I blinked slowly, like the words were coming from underwater.
"I'm sorry," Yuri said quietly.
"For what?" I asked, not really caring, not really listening.
He didn't answer.
He just shook his head and walked out of the classroom, leaving me alone with the silence I'd gotten too used to.
I finally forced myself to stand, grabbed my bag, and walked out of the school like a ghost.
No one looked at me.
No one talked to me.
No one asked anything.
I got into my car and drove home on autopilot.
Keigan wasn't home.
It was just Keiran today — sitting on the couch, staring at the TV without really watching it.
He looked at me when I walked in.
I didn't say anything and went to the bar and started to drink again
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💙🔥 Author's Note 🔥💙
Sooo how was the chapter 🤭✨
Please comment and don't hate on me after this okay 😭💬💙
And yes… I KNOW Keifer would never do what he did in real life, but for the sake of the book I had to write it down 😭🔥
It's all part of the drama, I promise JAYFER will always be the END GAME 😭💀