Pushed To My Limit
As the hours dragged on, Helen’s constant hunger for attention grew more unbearable with each passing minute. Every exaggerated laugh, every sweeping gesture, every perfectly timed comment was crafted to ensure the spotlight never drifted away from her. I watched the room shift and bend toward her, like metal pulled to a magnet, and the realization hit me hard—I had officially reached my limit. Her antics grated on me, scraping against every last bit of patience I had tried so hard to preserve. At that point, staying silent felt like swallowing fire. Something inside me snapped into place. The line had been crossed, and I knew I couldn’t let the evening end without finally standing up for myself.
Pushed To My Limit
Helen Steals The Spotlight
Just as Jake and I were gathering our things and quietly preparing to slip out, Helen swooped back into the center of the room with perfect timing, as though she had sensed the moment we tried to escape. She clapped her hands loudly, commanding attention with the ease of a born performer. “Oh, don’t go yet!” she called out cheerfully, her eyes dancing with the kind of mischief that made my stomach tighten. The room’s energy shifted immediately as people turned their attention to her once more. Alex looked up at me with wide, curious eyes, clearly picking up on the sudden tension. Whatever Helen had planned, it wasn’t going to be simple—nothing with her ever was.
Helen Steals The Spotlight
