  Ava's POV
      I had been standing in front of the round wall mirror in the bathroom for close to 10 minutes now.
      My body refused to move, my eyes were glued on my pathetic reflection.
      I looked hideous with my cheeks decorated by dried streams of tears .
      The set of eyes that were staring back at me looked nothing like mine. Puffy and red obviously from the work they had been subjected to.
      Flashy memories of what had happened the previous night were proving it difficult for me to get my emotions in check.
      My mind refused to forget that exact moment he had his lips locked to Ariel's.The way he had looked at me before he leaned down to kiss her. He wanted me to watch, he did it intentionally.
      It's not the kiss that hurt me the most, it's the sadistic motive behind it. Had what we had done before mean nothing to him?Time and time again Bryson made sure 

  Bryson's POV
      My brain stuttered for a moment, trying so hard to make a connection of the words Ava had just uttered. I looked on at my right as Ray's legs gave put, forcing him to sit on the carpeted floor with both his hands atop of his head.
      I thought for a minute that Ava was only joking or maybe getting back at us. Judging by her seriousness and sincerity, she knew what she just said.
      The information left me blank and void, hell I didn't know what to do or what to think. I didn't understand why or why this wasn't making any sense at all.Why would my parents keep this from us all these years. How had Ava even discovered such confidential information? Did mum and dad show her the certificates or did she just stumble on them while she was cleaning?Why though?Ray was very quiet, his demeanor completely altered, his creasing brows portrayed an immense amount of worry.


  Ray's POV
      I was really mad at Bry, he was pissing me off to no end. How could he? He was constantly hurting her for something she knew nothing of.
      I had caught a glimpse of Ava's figure earlier looking out of her window. Bry was kissing Ariel at that time, he must have known she was watching him.
      I wanted to go check up on her, I knew she broke down easily. I wanted to assure her that Bry would come around soon.
      But I couldn't keep on telling her the same thing. I just had to be there for her and of course fuck the shit out of Bry to remind him how much Ava was of importance to us.
      My douche bags of friends were having the time of their lives. They were drunk as fuck! But that is exactly why we had these kind of parties.
      To get wasted and have fun. Today was different for me though, I wasn't in the mood. I was not drunk at all and even though Mercy w

Ava's POV
      I had been standing in front of the round wall mirror in the bathroom for close to 10 minutes now.
      My body refused to move, my eyes were glued on my pathetic reflection.
      I looked hideous with my cheeks decorated by dried streams of tears .
      The set of eyes that were staring back at me looked nothing like mine. Puffy and red obviously from the work they had been subjected to.
      Flashy memories of what had happened the previous night were proving it difficult for me to get my emotions in check.
      My mind refused to forget that exact moment he had his lips locked to Ariel's.The way he had looked at me before he leaned down to kiss her. He wanted me to watch, he did it intentionally.
      It's not the kiss that hurt me the most, it's the sadistic motive behind it. Had what we had done before mean nothing to him?Time and time again Bryson made sure to remind me of how pathetic I was. He made it clear through his insulting words.
      But th

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