Out of Reach | Mikhaiah

Chapter 8

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are purely coincidental. Read, enjoy, and don't take it too seriously!

- ✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✦ -

Mikhazra's POV:

As soon as I stepped inside, I could feel the weight of several stares. I ignored them and went straight to my seat, resting my head against the cool desk.

Not even a minute later, someone sat beside me.

"I know what happened," a familiar voice murmured.

I sighed internally before glancing up. Gwenora.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

She leaned back, arms crossed. "Nice to see you too, cousin."

I blinked, finally realizing that Gwenora wasn't even in this class.

I raised an eyebrow. "You're supposed to be in the other building. Why are you here?"

She sighed. "I came to talk to you."

I frowned but stayed silent.

"Cyrain told me everything," she continued. "About your dad... about what happened last night. Jhoelle knows too."

A cold feeling settled in my chest. I didn't want to talk about it.

I turned away. "There's nothing to talk about."

Gwenora exhaled sharply. "Mikhazra, you were slapped by your own father."

"So what?" I muttered. "It's not like it's the first time he's controlled my life."

Her expression darkened. "But it shouldn't be normal!"

I shrugged, unwilling to continue this conversation.

She suddenly reached out and held my hand under the desk, squeezing it gently.

"You don't have to go through this alone," she whispered. "You know that, right?"

I clenched my jaw. I didn't want pity.

But for some reason, I didn't pull away.

Practice. Again.

I wasn't in the mood.

The room was filled with laughter and teasing as Stazia and Jhoelle bickered like usual, with Shezelle jumping in to fuel the chaos. Malisse was chuckling on the side, shaking her head.

It was the same energy as always. Loud. Annoying.

But I felt detached from it all.

I just focused on playing, barely saying a word. I knew Arisha was watching me, but I ignored her.

After a while, we decided to take a break.

I grabbed my water bottle and sat on a bench, trying to ease the dizziness creeping in.

Then, out of nowhere, Arisha appeared in front of me, holding something.

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

She cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly. "I... got you this."

I looked down and saw a cold drink and a small pack of medicine inside a plastic bag.

I frowned. "Why?"

She scoffed. "Are you seriously asking that? You look like you're about to pass out."

I blinked at her, unsure how to respond.

"Just take it, okay? It's not a big deal," she muttered, avoiding my gaze.