Chapter 80: The Things She Couldn’t Talk About!

Chapter 80: The Things She Couldn’t Talk About! Seraphina’s POV I left both my brothers behind and rushed back to my classroom. My steps were heavy as the moment I walked in, Emma ran toward me and hugged me tightly. She threw her arms around me without a second thought. "Sera, are you okay? I was so worried about you!" she said as her voice was shaking. I could feel her trembling in my arms. "I... I didn’t know what to do, so... so I called Brother Asher and—" "You told him?" I asked gently, pulling back from her hug to look at her. Her face was red, her eyes puffy, and she was full of concern. Without saying anything, I reached up and wiped her tears with my sleeve. "Yes, I... I was scared that they would do something bad to you," she said in between sobs. "I tried calling him again and again, and when he didn’t pick up... I didn’t know what to do, but thankfully, he picked up." "I’m sorry if..." she said and sobbed even more. Emma was the purest and most innocent soul I had met in my life. She was always that one person who had helped me and cared for me without demanding anything in return. "You didn’t do anything wrong," I whispered. "Thank you... for standing up for me and calling me. She sniffled as she nodded her head. "I thought they’d hurt you... You looked so troubled when they called you to the dean’s office," she said. "I didn’t know what else to do... I just didn’t want you to be alone." "I wasn’t alone," I told her. "You were there with me to help me, and with you, how can I be alone? And they came too." I paused, thinking about how Asher and Alistair were protective of me. "Both of them... were there for me! Even brother Alistair, too." Emma’s eyes widened. "Alistair, too?" I nodded and didn’t know how to explain it. "Yeah... He came out of the blue. I mean... I wasn’t even expecting him." "Damn!" Emma’s tears were suddenly gone. Her teary eyes now sparkled with excitement. "I... I wanted to ask you for an autograph from Rockstar Asher," she said, almost bouncing on her feet, "but now there’s Superstar Alistair too?!" She squealed like a fangirl who’d just won backstage passes, completely losing herself in her own dreamy world. She clutched her chest like she was going to faint from the thought alone. I stared at her, speechlessly and dumbfoundedly. This girl... she was just sobbing two seconds ago. Now she was out here planning meet-and-greets with my brothers, who nearly tore down the school for me. I rolled my eyes and let out a soft laugh. "Sure, I’ll ask. Maybe I can even get you a signed T-shirt if you stop crying and losing your mind every two minutes." "Really?!" she gasped. "Yeah," I said as I began picking up my bag. "But for now... I need to go back to the dorm." "Why?" Emma blinked. "Did they punish you or something?" I shook my head. "No, it’s just... too much happened today. I need some time alone... I want to think about what to do now!" Emma didn’t ask more. She just looked at me and nodded, her excitement calming down a little as her eyes kept following my actions. "Okay," she said softly. "But if you need anything... just call me, okay?" "I will," I promised as I gently touched her arm. "Thanks, Em." With that, I turned around, clutching the chocolate Asher gave me, and left. ***** The moment I entered my dorm room, I went straight to my study desk and opened the drawer. My head was spinning with too much happening all at once. I needed to clear my mind before I lost it completely. I needed to remind myself that everything that’s happening was true, and I wasn’t stuck in some nightmare where I was still in that room! So I picked up a pen and started jotting down the important notes about what happened in my previous life. I began writing things down the events I remember, and which I could possibly stop from happening in the future. Maybe I could save my brothers this time, after all, they were all I cared about in this life. I didn’t care about the Lancaster family or anyone in this world. Well... ahem... Lucien was an exception. I also wrote about Room No. 402. How I was tortured there. How it broke me mentally, physically and it’s impact was still there that I didn’t know how to heal my shattered soul. But I knew I couldn’t tell anyone. No one would believe me because in this life, I had not been there fortunately I wasn’t locked in there, I wasn’t starved, I wasn’t beaten, I wasn’t violated, I wasn’t burned with cigarette butts and used as those filthy men pleased. None of these things happened to me in this life, but still, it did happen, which was my biggest nightmare, which continued in this life too. If I went to a psychiatrist, they’d call it trauma or delusion. Maybe give me pills or smile and hear my ’made-up’ story. I would once again be declared a mental case and might even be sent to the mental hospital. "No!" I muttered. "I don’t want to go to any hospital in this life! Either way, I didn’t want to become a joke or a crazy girl stuck in her own head. So I stayed silent and wrote whatever came to my mind, because the pen and paper would not laugh at me and see me as a crazy person. There were a lot of things that I needed to set straight, but I could do nothing for now. I just needed to focus on my growth and take care of my brothers at the upcoming events. Such as, the most nearest event was my grandmother’s birthday, It was just a month away and I needed to prepare for it.