Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 64: Truth

Chapter 64: Truth

- Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the Chapter: Shum Ukrainian Song)

I leaned against my locker, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold.

Glyndon slid into step beside him, her expression carefully neutral. But she wasn’t fooling me. I knew what I had done to her last night, what I had made her feel. That fear, that confusion—it was still there, simmering beneath the surface.

She was avoiding looking at me.

Good.

Alex King, the ever-proud, untouchable golden boy, stood frozen in front of his locker, his face paling, then flushing red as he read the words spray-painted across the metal.

Closet Case.

The hallway buzzed with laughter, whispers, and phones flashing as students took pictures and videos.

Alex’s shoulders were tense, his hands curled into fists at his sides. I could see the barely restrained fury in the way his body locked up, the way his jaw ticked.

I knew this moment would rattle him, but it was his next reaction that caught my attention.

He didn’t just look furious.

He looked afraid.

I tilted my head, analyzing him like a puzzle missing its final piece. It wasn’t like Alex to hesitate. He was the type to lash out immediately, to shove someone against a locker, to demand names, to make threats.

But right now?

Right now, he was acting like a man who had something to lose.

I smirked to myself, but the victory felt hollow because I knew why.

I knew exactly why.

- Last night.

The memory came back to me in flashes, sharp and vivid.

I had been perched on Glyndon’s balcony, my pulse still racing from the way I had left her shaken, rattled.

A shiver of satisfaction had curled in my stomach as I climbed down, my gloved hands gripping the vines along the wall with practiced ease. I dropped down into the shadows, my heart pounding with exhilaration.

Then I noticed something.

Alex’s car.

It was still parked outside.

My curiosity piqued, and I stayed hidden, watching. Alex was still around, which meant he hadn’t left after leaving Glyndon’s room.

Then why was his car still here? Why is he still here?

I felt something dark and amused stir inside me. Alex had secrets—I knew he did. I had always known. But secrets could only stay buried for so long.

So I waited.

It wasn’t long before the door of the car finally opened, and there he was, stepping outside. But he wasn’t alone.

A man—older, broader— A guy that looks like.... Malakai.

My Malakai.

My older brother.

Why would my older brother be hanging out with my bully?

My stomach twisted as I pressed myself further into the shadows, watching them.

They weren’t standing far apart.

Too close.

Alex had that same cocky smirk on his face, but his body language told a different story—his shoulders relaxed, his hands curled into the sleeves of his jacket like he didn’t know what to do with them.

Malakai, on the other hand...

He was leaning against the car, arms crossed, looking down at Alex with an expression I couldn’t quite place.

Then—

He reached out and grabbed Alex by the collar of his jacket, yanking him closer.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my fingers tightening around the cold iron fence I was hiding behind.

Alex didn’t fight it.

He let Malakai pull him in.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but whatever it was, it had Alex’s face twisting into something furious, something almost desperate. He shoved Malakai off him, but my brother only laughed, his deep voice carrying through the night.

And then—

Alex grabbed him by the back of his head.

Or maybe Malakai let him.

It didn’t matter.

Because I knew.

I knew what I was seeing.

Alex pulled my brother down so that he could reach his face, only for their lips to touch and merge into a deep kiss.

Malakai wasted no time and immediately wrapped an arm around Alex’s waist, pulling even closer... And Alex let him, he even leaned into my brother’s body.

Now I didn’t know my brother was into men, which is cool, we can talk later.

But I can not miss this chance.

I pushed my hand into my pocket and grabbed my phone to take multiple pictures of them.

Kinda weird to take a picture of my brother making out with someone, but unfortunately he is making out with nobody other than Alex King.

I’ll blur my brother anyway.

And for the first time in my life, I had something on Alex King that could destroy him.

——-

Back in the present, I watched as Alex ripped the spray-painted locker open, his movements jerky, desperate. He reached inside and pulled out a small stack of photos.

I already knew what they were because I was the one who put them there.

Photos of him.

With another guy. Kissing.

Malakai wasn’t clear in the pictures—the angles were too careful, the shadows too thick—but I knew.

And more importantly, Alex knew.

His fingers clenched around the images before he shoved them deep into his bag, moving so quickly that anyone watching might not have noticed.

But I noticed.

And so did Glyndon.

I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. She wasn’t looking at me. Her gaze was locked onto Alex, her face carefully blank.

But I saw the way her lips parted, the way her brows drew together ever so slightly.

She had seen it.

A slow, wicked smile spread across my lips.

Oh, Alex.

This was going to be fun.

- Alex King:

The moment the photos were in my hands, my vision tunneled. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear anything over the roar in my ears.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

I shoved the pictures deep into my bag, my hands shaking as I zipped it up. The laughter in the hallway blurred into static, the voices around me fading into meaningless noise.

This couldn’t be happening.

I spun on my heel and stormed down the hall, shoving past people without a second glance. I heard Glyndon call my name, but I ignored her.

I needed to get out.

I needed to think.

The boys’ bathroom was empty when I shoved the door open, the echo of my footsteps bouncing off the tiled walls. My breath came in sharp gasps as I stumbled into the farthest stall, slamming the door shut behind me.

I locked it.

Pressed my back against it.

Tried to breathe.

The pictures burned in my bag, searing a hole through my sanity. How? How the fuck did someone get those? I had been careful. No one was supposed to know.

I squeezed my eyes shut, dragging a trembling hand through my hair.

Then—

The bathroom door creaked open.

I froze.

Footsteps.

Slow. Deliberate.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. "Whoever the fuck this is, get out. Get the fuck out of the bathroom. This is Alex King."

Silence.

Then—click.

The door locked.

My stomach plummeted.

And then, before I could even process what was happening—

CRACK.

The stall door flew open.

I barely had time to react before I was staring up at the last person I wanted to see.

Kathrine.

She stood there, one hand still raised from where she had kicked the door open, the other lazily resting on her hip. She tilted her head at me, a slow, taunting smirk curving her lips.

"Well, well," she purred. "Look what we have here."

I moved on instinct, snatching the pictures and stuffing them behind my back. But I wasn’t fast enough.

She had already seen.

I knew it.

I could see it in her eyes.

She took a step closer, her boots echoing against the tile. I wanted to move, wanted to push past her, but my body felt frozen. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t think of a way out.

She leaned in just slightly, her voice low and mocking. "You know, Alexander King, I always wondered why you hated me so much. Why you were so obsessed with making my life a living hell."

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to meet her gaze. "Fuck. Off."

She laughed. Laughed. A slow, cruel sound that sent ice down my spine.

Then she crouched slightly, her hands resting on her knees, her face inches from mine.

And in a voice just loud enough for me to hear, she whispered, "You’re jealous."

My breath caught.

Her smirk widened. "That’s what this is, isn’t it?" she murmured. "You hate me because I can be myself in front of everyone. Because I can say I like girls and not give a single fuck about what anyone thinks. And you?" She tilted her head, her gaze flicking down to my hands, still clenching the pictures behind me.

"You’re a pathetic little gay boy hiding in the closet."

My blood turned to ice.

I felt my entire body lock up, my skin going cold with terror.

Because she knew.

She fucking knew.

And she wasn’t guessing.

She had proof.

I could barely breathe, my chest rising and falling in uneven, panicked gasps. My nails dug into the pictures behind me, crumpling the edges.

She leaned in just a little closer, her voice dropping into a soft, dangerous whisper.

"I get it now," she mused. "This whole time, you weren’t just bullying me for fun."

She smirked.

"You were trying to destroy the thing you envied most."

I wanted to move. To fight back. To shove her away and wipe that smug fucking look off her face.

But I couldn’t.

For the first time in my life, I was terrified.

My voice came out hoarse. "You were the one who took them."

Kathrine’s smirk only deepened.

She straightened up, looking down at me, eyes gleaming with something deadly.

" Maybe yes, maybe no. I guess we’ll never know," she murmured.

Then, before I could stop myself, my voice came out strangled. Desperate.

"You saw them."

She smiled.

And then she turned and walked out, leaving me sitting there, shaking, with the sound of her laughter echoing in my ears.