From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 150

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 150**

Her breaths came in sharp, jagged bursts, each one a struggle against the weight of the moment. I could see the pallor of her skin, the way her eyes widened as if she were on the verge of fainting. Then, as if a lightning bolt of realization struck her, she snapped her fingers, the sound echoing in the tense air. “Did you clean up?” she asked, urgency lacing her tone.

I felt a chill run down my spine, freezing me in place. “No. I didn’t. I-I don’t think I’m supposed to, right?” My voice was barely a whisper, laced with uncertainty.

Her head bobbed up and down, quick and decisive. “Good. Don’t. We’ll tell Dad. He’ll know what to do. He’ll believe you.” She grasped my hand tightly, her grip a lifeline as she began to pull me toward the door, determination radiating from her.

But just as we were about to reach it, the door swung open with a creak that sliced through the tension.

Mom stood there, a figure of authority and concern.

My stomach plummeted, a lead weight that threatened to drag me down into despair.

“What are you two doing in here?” she asked, her voice laced with suspicion, each word sharp and probing. Her eyes narrowed, scanning us like a hawk searching for prey.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Alyssa’s voice burst forth before I could form a coherent thought. “Savannah has something to tell you and Dad.” Her words tumbled out in a rush, as if they were desperate to escape.

Mom’s gaze snapped to me, the intensity of her stare pinning me in place. My entire body trembled under her scrutiny. My palms felt slick against the fabric of my skirt, clammy with fear. “It’s—I… um… I…” My thoughts tangled, and the words choked in my throat, refusing to come out.

“Sweetheart, is everything alright?” Her voice softened, almost tender, but I could hear the underlying tension.

I shook my head vigorously, tears spilling over, blurring my vision. “Mom, I was—”

“She was raped.” Alyssa’s words sliced through the air like a knife, cold and unforgiving. “By Dad’s friend. Professor Kingston.”

In that instant, the world around us fell silent, as if time itself had paused.

Then, everything shifted dramatically.

Mom’s expression hardened, a wall of resolve erecting itself in an instant. Her hand shot out, clamping over Alyssa’s mouth with a force that was both swift and terrifying. “Quiet!” she hissed, her voice sharp and vicious. Her eyes darted down the hallway, as if she feared that someone might have overheard. “Do you have any idea what you just said?”

Alyssa muffled a protest, her eyes wide with fear and confusion as she struggled against our mother’s grip.

“Mom!” I cried out, desperation spilling from my lips as I pointed to the faint trail of blood that was slowly making its way down my leg. “It’s true! Please, look at me. Please believe me.”

She turned her gaze to me, and in that moment, I felt a flicker of hope. But then she looked away, her expression devoid of shock or pity. Instead, what I saw was a chilling fear—cold, hard, and unyielding.

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