MAY, I LOVE YOU - CHAPTER 11&12

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Barbie entered the car with a smirk, her phone buzzing as she slid into the seat. The caller ID displayed her mother’s name, and she eagerly answered the call.

“Mom, guess where I am? Korea!” Barbie exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice.

“No way!” Mrs. Rachel’s surprised tone came through the phone. “You’re kidding me!”

“Nope, I’m not,” Barbie replied, a hint of a chuckle in her voice. “Expect me at home in 5 minutes.”

“I can’t wait to see my darling daughter,” Mrs. Rachel replied

“Bye, mom!” Barbie said, a wide smile on her face as she hung up the call.

As the car pulled up in front of her house, Barbie couldn’t contain her excitement. She practically leapt out of the car and ran up the driveway, her suitcase bouncing behind her.

The door swung open before she even had a chance to ring the bell, and Mrs. Rachel was standing there, arms wide open, a smile stretching across her face.

“My baby!” she exclaimed, pulling Barbie into a tight embrace.

“Oh, mom, it’s so good to be home,” Barbie said, tears of joy brimming in her eyes.

Mrs. Rachel led her inside, still holding her hand like she did when Barbie was a child. “Come in, come in! Let me get you something to eat. Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving!” Barbie replied, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “And I have so much to tell you about my trip.”

Mrs. Rachel smiled as she bustled around the kitchen, heating up some leftovers from dinner the night before.

“Where’s Dad?” Barbie asked, looking around as the stranger’s presence continued to unsettle her.

Mrs. Rachel, her gaze steady, replied, “He’ll be down in a moment.”

The sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs, and Barbie’s expression softened, anticipating her father’s arrival. But as he stepped into view, her breath caught in her throat.

There he was, standing before her—the man she knew as her father, but not the man she remembered.

Barbie’s defiance melted into a smirk of her own as she recognized the implications of her father’s words. She stepped forward, the fear in her heart replaced with an icy determination. “It seems I’ve inherited more than just your good looks,” she said, reaching out to embrace the man who had raised her.

“You’re learning, my darling,” Diego replied, pulling her into a tight hug, the gun still grasped firmly in his hand. “And if the reports are to be believed, you may just be the heir this family needs.”

Barbie pulled away from her father, her smile growing wider.

“So, you’ve heard about the man at the airport?” Barbie asked, her voice purring like a contented cat.

Diego nodded, a dark glint in his eyes. “Word travels fast in our world, my dear. It seems that an attempt was made on your life, and you retaliated…with lethal force.”

“He should have known better than to cross a member of the Costa family,” Barbie replied, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “And next time, they’ll know better than to underestimate me.”

“Ah, my little assassin,” Diego chuckled, patting her on the shoulder. “But now that you’re back home, we must discuss what’s to be done about the ones who dared to thr_@ten my daughter.”

“And what do you suggest, Father?” Barbie asked, the gleam in her eyes matching that of her father’s.

“You need to learn more about your enemies before you strike,” he replied, his gaze turning hard.

“Then I’ll need to infiltrate their ranks,” she said, her mind already racing with ideas.

As the conversation came to a close, the Costa family moved towards the table, where a feast awaited them. The tension in the room dissipated, but the atmosphere remained charged with the anticipation of things to come.

With a toast to the future, they sat down to dine, the gleam in their eyes promising that the streets would never be the same.

★★
After the basketball game between Lonnie and Giovanni ended, the class eagerly awaited their test results. As they flipped through their papers, the students called out their grades with varying levels of excitement.

“I got 75!” Jace exclaimed, his face beaming with pride.

“I got 70,” Jack added, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“I got 60,” Shane announced, his shoulders slumping slightly.

“I got 80!” Bella said, her smile beaming across the room.

As the group looked towards Giovanni, he casually stated, “I got 90. Not bad, eh?” The rest of the class nodded in agreement, impressed with his score.

Finally, all eyes turned to May, the quiet and studious member of the group. She calmly announced, “I got 100.”

The class let out a collective gasp of amazement, as they realized that May had once again outdone them all. Lonnie scowled, his anger simmering just below the surface.

“Guys, let’s not fight,” May interjected, her voice level and calm. “There’s no need for this kind of behavior.”

Lonnie, however, was not inclined to listen. “Stay out of this, May,” he growled, throwing his test paper on the floor in frustration. Without another word, he stormed out of the classroom, the door slamming shut behind him.

The room was silent for a moment, the tension still thick in the air. Then, Giovanni chuckled and nudged Jace. “Looks like Lonnie’s still sore about losing in basketball.

Giovanni grinned Ç0ç?ily, glancing over at May before he, too, rose from his seat. “Well, I’ll leave you all to your studies. I’m sure I’ll be hearing about this little spat in the halls soon enough.” He strolled towards the door, pausing only to wink at May. “See you around, princess.”

As the door closed behind Giovanni, May sighed, her mind racing with thoughts of Lonnie’s anger and Giovanni’s remark.

★★★
As Whitley strolled through the garden, lost in thought, she didn’t notice Alex approaching from the opposite direction. When they collided, she stumbled, her books scattering across the grass.

“Are you—” Whitley started to say, but when she looked up and saw Alex, her words died in her throat.

“I’m so sorry,” she muttered, as Alex immediately bent down to help her gather her things.

“You don’t need to apologize,” he said with a smile, extending a hand to help her up. “Are you hurt?”

“Thanks,” Whitley said, accepting his hand and getting to her feet. She brushed the dirt off her skirt, her cheeks flushed.

“You’re welcome,” Alex replied, and gestured towards a nearby bench. “Want to sit down for a minute?”

They both took a seat, Alex glancing over at Whitley. Even in the bright sunlight, he could see the rosy hue in her cheeks.

“Is there something wrong with my face?” Whitley asked, noticing the way Alex was looking at her.

Alex shook his head, a small grin playing on his lips. “No, not at all,” he said, his voice soft. “I was just thinking that you’re really beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Whitley’s blush deepened, and she glanced down at her lap, suddenly shy. “You’re just flattering me,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they sat there, lost in a moment of unspoken intimacy, neither of them noticed Rainey watching them from the bushes.

Rainey had been wandering through the garden, lost in her own thoughts, when she noticed Alex and Whitley sitting together on the bench. Her heart sank as she saw the way they were looking at each other.

She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something about the way they were interacting made her feel uneasy. Jealousy? No, that couldn’t be it. After all, she was just Alex’s childhood friend, nothing more.

But as she watched Whitley blush and Alex smile, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pain in her chest. What was this feeling?

★★
“”I will be back bestie. I want to use the restroom,” May Said to her two friends left the class.

“”Let see how she escape this,”

Hazel leaned back in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched Summer leave the room.

“May,” she muttered to herself. “Let’s see how you get out of this one.”

★★
Meanwhile, May entered the restroom and, after taking care of her business, was confronted by two boys, their eyes filled with lust.

“Who are you guys, and what are you doing in the female restroom?” she demanded.

“I can’t wait to taste you, hot girl,” one of the boys leered.

The second boy made a move to grab May waist, but she reacted swiftly, kicking him in the groin. The boy let out a yelp of pain, crumpling to the floor.

The first boy lunged at Summer, his hands reaching for her uniform. But May wasn’t having any of it. She punched him in the mouth, sending three of his teeth flying.

As he staggered backward, May seized the mirror hanging on the wall and smashed it over his head, sending shards of glass cascading to the floor.

Panting, May glared down at the boys, both groaning in pain. “Bunch of fools,” she scoffed, leaving them sprawled on the restroom floor.

Outside, Hazel emerged from her hiding place and gingerly peeked into the restroom, her jaw dropping at the sight that met her eyes. Shattered glass, Mõ@?ing boys, and no sign of May.

“What the hell just happened?” Hazel murmured to herself, taking a few steps into the room. She looked around, bewildered and more than a little impressed at the destruction before her.

★★
Dalton was sitting in class, idly flipping through his textbook, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Glancing down, he saw a text from an unknown number.

“I need to talk to you. Now,” the message read.

Without a word, Dalton slid out of his chair and left the classroom, ignoring his teacher’s protests. He hurried to his car, revving the engine and speeding out of the school’s parking lot.

As he drove, Dalton’s mind was racing. What was so important that it couldn’t wait?

After what seemed like an eternity, Dalton pulled into the driveway of his family’s house, the tires screeching as he slammed on the brakes.

He sprinted through the front door, calling out, “Mom? Dad? Where are you?”

The house was silent, save for the sound of weeping coming from the kitchen.

Dalton rushed into the room, his eyes widening in horror at the sight of his mother cowering in the corner, her face streaked with tears. His father stood over her, his arm raised, ready to strike.

Before he could think, Dalton was in motion. He launched himself at his father, landing a solid punch to the man’s jaw.

Mr. Jones staggered backward, a look of surprise crossing his face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growled, rubbing his jaw.

Dalton stood his ground, a fire burning in his eyes. “Leave her alone,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “If you lay a finger on her again, I swear I’ll…”

Mr. Jones interrupted, his voice rising to a shout. “You’ll what?

Dalton’s jaw tightened, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I’ll ki|| you,” he spat, the words dripping with venom.

Mr. Jones sneered, his eyes narrowed and cold. “You’re just like your sister,” he snarled, his face twisted in hatred. “Both of you are weak. Pathetic.”

Dalton’s eyes widened at the mention of his sister, and he felt a wave of grief wash over him. “Leave her out of this,” he said, his voice shaking with emotion.

“Anna was weak,” Mr. Jones continued, his words like daggers. “She deserved what happened to her.”

Dalton’s face contorted with rage, and he lunged forward, tackling his father to the ground. The two men rolled across the kitchen floor, each one trying to gain the upper hand.

“You’re the weak one!” Dalton roared, his fist connecting with his father’s nose. Blood streamed down the man’s face, but he laughed, a maniacal sound that sent chills down Dalton’s spine.

“Weak?” Mr. Jones spat, pushing Dalton off of him with a surprising amount of strength. “I’m the one who’s still standing, boy. Anna was weak, and so are you.”

Dalton staggered back, his chest heaving as he stared at his father with pure hatred. “You’re a monster,” he snarled. “You always have been.”

Mr. Jones smirked, blood dripping from his lip. “A monster? Maybe. But at least I’m not a pathetic excuse for a man like you.”

“You think you’re so tough?” Dalton growled, advancing on his father again. “You think you can say wh@??ver you want and not face any consequences?”

Mr. Jones chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Dalton’s spine. “Oh, I’m not afraid of any consequences. After all, what can you do? You’re nothing but a weak, worthless failure.”

Dalton’s hand shot out, grabbing his father’s shirt and slamming him against the wall. “Say that again,” he hissed, his face mere inches from his father’s. “I dare you.”

In the midst of the heated confrontation, a small, hesitant voice called out from the doorway.

“Dalton,” Mrs. Jones said, her voice quavering with fear. “Please, Dalton, don’t do this.”

Dalton glanced towards his mother, his chest heaving with anger and frustration. He could see the fear in her eyes, the way her hands trembled as she gripped the doorframe.

“We’re leaving,” Dalton said, his voice low and determined. “You’re coming with me.”

Mrs. Jones nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.

Dalton turned back to his father, his gaze hard and unforgiving. “This is the last time you will ever hurt her,” he said, his words punctuated by a raw anger that crackled through the air.

Without another word, he led his mother out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She followed, her hand clutched tightly in his.

They packed a few essentials in silence, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air. When they were done, Dalton turned to his mother, his face etched with concern.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice softening.

Mrs. Jones nodded, her eyes still filled with unshed tears. “Yes, I’m ready,” she said, her voice thin and strained.

Together, they made their way out of the house, Dalton ushering his mother down the front steps and into the car. He helped her into the passenger seat, buckling her in before sliding behind the wheel himself.

As he started the engine, a sense of finality settled over Dalton. This was it. There was no going back now. He was taking his mother away from this place, from the man who had caused them both so much pain.

Due to the way he was being treated by his father, he poured all the hatred to Lonnie.

He shrugged the thought off as he drove speedily heading to his private mansion

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