Chapter 28 – Jason POV
Oh my god. It's everywhere.
TV. Social media. Radio. News apps. I can't escape it , lana face is everywhere ...
Lana Kensington: Public Meltdown – Live Footage
Celebrity singer Lana assaults innocent woman in the street
Every headline.
It was like watching a slow-motion car crash you couldn't stop.
And Scarlett. And Julia. They were the root of it all. This war wasn't supposed to start again. We should've left it buried, like the past it was.
But now?
Now it was a wildfire.
I grabbed my phone and typed a quick message to Lana.
Hey, Bluebell. I just saw what happened. Lana… please… you're not a bad person. You're just lost right now. I wish you the best. Please stop before you burn everything down.
No answer.
I stared at the screen, watching the "Seen" notification pop up. Nothing back. Silence.
She's either in a meeting with her father, with her lawyer, or maybe Harold just took her phone entirely. I wouldn't blame him.
But still…
I called Sharon.
Ring… Ring…
— "Of course, it's everywhere!" she snapped before I could even speak. "Lana just killed herself socially. She's done. And Liam's losing it—I've never seen him like this."
I stayed silent, running a hand through my hair. The guilt clawed at my stomach.
— "It's about Scarlett's dad, isn't it? The bullying… everything's coming back now."
Sharon stayed silent for a beat. "Mostly."
Mostly.
My heart sank. We were horrible kids. Monsters, really. But Scarlett's father? That wasn't just stupid games. That was evil.
— "We need to find them. Scarlett, Julia—whoever else is involved. Apologize. Pay them off if we have to. We can fix this."
But Sharon's voice cut sharp through the line.
— "NEVER." she hissed. "After what they've done to my Lana? No. I'll destroy them first."
I closed my eyes. She didn't get it. She never did.
— "Don't play with fire, Sharon," I said softly. "Please. This won't end well. Let's stop before it's too late."
Her answer?
— "Choose your camp, Jason. I'll call you soon."
Click.
The call ended.
I stood there, the silence buzzing in my ears.
Choose my camp?
That's what this was now?
A war.
I didn't want war. I wanted peace.
But peace, it seemed, wasn't invited to this table anymore.