Life In The Limelight : The Depressed Boy Has 4 Yandere Girlfriends-Chapter 45: Uncovered

A month had passed since Holo moved into his new house with the girls. Things had been peaceful for the most part. Each of the girls had their own space but spent most of their time vying for his attention, whether it was Trixie's playful energy, Scarlet's sharp wit, Felicia's flirtatious charm, or Eleanor's quiet devotion. It was the kind of life Holo had never thought he could have—one where he felt cared for and wanted.

But the past wasn't something he could escape so easily.

One afternoon, as Holo walked through the halls of his school, he felt the familiar knot in his stomach tighten. His bullies had cornered him again. They shoved him against the lockers, sneering and jeering as they mocked him. The taunts were nothing new, but when one of them threw a punch, striking him in the eye, it was all Holo could do to keep his composure. He clenched his fists, fighting back tears as they laughed and walked away.

By the time he got home that evening, his phone was buzzing incessantly. His parents had been calling him nonstop for hours, their voicemails filled with threats and demands.

"You ungrateful little brat," his father's voice growled through one message. "You think you can just run off and leave us? Get back here, or I swear you'll regret it."

"You're a disgrace," his mother spat in another. "A failure. You don't deserve that house, or that money. Come home now, or we'll come and drag you back ourselves."

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Holo stared at his phone, his hands trembling. He deleted the messages without responding, his mind racing. The pain in his eye throbbed as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully applying makeup to conceal the bruise. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough to keep the girls from worrying—at least, that's what he told himself.

He debated whether he should transfer schools. It wasn't like he couldn't afford to, but with finals only three weeks away, it felt pointless to start over so close to the end. He would just have to tough it out a little longer.

When he stepped through the front door of the house, he was immediately greeted by Trixie, who practically tackled him in a hug. "Holo! You're home!" she exclaimed, her green eyes lighting up with joy. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling him inside.

Scarlet was waiting in the living room, her blue eyes scanning him critically. "You're late," she said, though her tone was more curious than accusatory. "What kept you?"

Felicia appeared from the kitchen, carrying a plate of food. "Darling, you must be starving," she cooed, setting the plate on the table. She leaned down to kiss his forehead, her crimson eyes sparkling. "Come, sit down."

Eleanor emerged quietly from the hallway, her green eyes flicking to him nervously. She lingered by the doorframe, her hands fidgeting at her sides. "Welcome back," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The girls guided him to the couch, each of them fussing over him in their own way. Trixie sat beside him, practically bouncing with excitement as she picked up the plate of food. "Here," she said, holding up a forkful of pasta. "Let me feed you."

Holo chuckled, though his body felt heavy with exhaustion. "I can feed myself, you know."

"Not tonight," Trixie insisted, her tone playful but firm. "Open up."

He sighed but obliged, opening his mouth as she fed him the bite of pasta. Before he could chew, Trixie leaned in and pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss, her hands cupping his face.

"Delicious, isn't it?" she teased, pulling back with a grin.

Scarlet rolled her eyes but smirked as she moved behind him. "You're hopeless," she muttered, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Relax, Holo. Let me take care of you." Her fingers began working into his muscles, expertly kneading away the tension in his neck and back.

Felicia, not to be outdone, pulled him gently into her chest, her soft, ample breasts serving as a makeshift pillow. "Rest here, darling," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "You deserve it."

Holo's cheeks flushed as he found himself surrounded by their affection, their voices blending together in a soothing symphony. For a moment, he allowed himself to relax, the warmth of their presence washing over him.

But then, Eleanor stepped forward, holding a glass of water. Her hands trembled slightly as she offered it to him. "Here," she said quietly. "I thought you might be thirsty."

"Thank you, Eleanor," Holo said, reaching for the glass. But before he could take it, her hands slipped, and the water spilled, splashing across his face.

Eleanor's eyes widened in horror, and she dropped to her knees, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry!" she cried, her hands clutching at his sleeves. "Please, don't hate me. I didn't mean to—please forgive me, Holo. Please..."

"It's fine," Holo said quickly, his voice calm despite the panic in her eyes. "It's just water, Eleanor. Don't worry about it."

But as she looked up at him, her expression shifted. Her green eyes narrowed, and her hand reached out, gently brushing his cheek. "What's this?" she asked, her voice low.

Before Holo could respond, Scarlet leaned forward, her sharp gaze zeroing in on his face. "Wait... is that makeup?" she asked, her tone laced with suspicion. She reached out, her thumb brushing against his cheek, smudging the concealer and revealing the dark bruise beneath.

The room fell silent as the girls stared at him, their expressions shifting from confusion to anger to concern.

"What happened?" Trixie demanded, her voice trembling. "Holo, who did this to you?"

Holo hesitated, his chest tightening as he realized there was no point in hiding it anymore. With a deep breath, he began to speak.

He told them everything.

He told them about the bullies who had tormented him for years, about the girls who had played him and humiliated him in front of the entire school. He told them about his parents—their constant verbal abuse, their threats, their attempts to control him even now. And finally, he told them about the day he had tried to take his own life.

As the words spilled out, the girls listened in silence, their expressions a mix of horror, anger, and heartbreak. By the time he finished, Holo felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest, but the tension in the room was palpable.

Trixie was the first to speak, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "Those bastards," she growled, her fists clenched. "They hurt you. They made you feel like nothing. I'll kill them."

Scarlet placed a hand on Trixie's shoulder, her blue eyes cold and calculating. "No, we'll do worse than that. We'll make them regret the day they ever laid a hand on him."

Felicia wrapped her arms around Holo, pulling him close as she whispered, "Darling, I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve any of that. None of it."

Eleanor, still kneeling in front of him, looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "You saved me," she said softly. "But who saved you? Who was there for you when you needed someone?"

Holo's throat tightened as he looked at them, their unwavering love and support shining through their anger and sadness. "I... I didn't have anyone back then," he admitted. "But I have you now. All of you."

The girls exchanged glances before nodding, their resolve clear.

"You're ours, Holo," Scarlet said firmly. "And we're not going to let anyone hurt you ever again."

"That's right," Trixie added, her green eyes blazing with determination. "We'll protect you, no matter what."

Felicia pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, her voice trembling with emotion. "We'll be your family, darling. We'll be everything you need."

Eleanor reached out, taking his hand in hers. "You don't have to face this alone anymore," she said, her voice steady. "We're here for you. Always."

Holo felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he looked at them, their devotion filling the room with warmth. For the first time in his life, he felt truly safe—truly loved. And in that moment, he knew he had made the right choice in staying with them.

The next day, the house was unusually quiet. Holo was out running errands, giving the girls some rare time alone together. But instead of spending it relaxing, they had gathered in the living room, their expressions unusually serious.

Trixie sat cross-legged on the couch, her usual playful grin replaced with a determined scowl. Scarlet leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and her sharp blue eyes narrowed in thought. Felicia lounged in an armchair, her crimson eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and menace, while Eleanor sat in the corner, her green eyes focused and calculating.

They had one thing on their minds: revenge.

"Can we all agree on one thing?" Trixie began, her voice low but filled with a simmering anger. "Holo doesn't deserve any of this crap. The bullies, the girls who played him, those awful parents of his—they've all done nothing but hurt him."

Scarlet nodded, her lips curling into a smirk. "Agreed. And we're not going to let them get away with it."

"I still can't believe they drove him to the point of wanting to end his own life," Felicia said softly, though her tone carried a dangerous edge. "They broke him. And now it's time we break them."

Eleanor, who had remained silent up until this point, finally spoke. "We need to make this calculated," she said, her voice calm and steady. "If we're going to do this, we need to do it right. No loose ends."

Trixie grinned, her green eyes lighting up with excitement. "So, what's the plan?"

The girls leaned in, their voices lowering as they began to strategize. Each of them had their own strengths, their own way of dealing with problems—and they were more than willing to use those skills to make the people who had hurt Holo pay.

"I'll take care of his parents," Trixie said firmly, her fists clenched. "They're the root of all of this. If they hadn't treated him like garbage, maybe he wouldn't have gone through half of what he did."

Felicia smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Then I'll handle Mia. She's the one who played him and humiliated him in front of everyone. I'll make her regret ever crossing his path."

"Scarlet," Eleanor said, turning her gaze to the dark-haired girl. "You're best suited for Alyssa."

Scarlet raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "The girl who rejected him and embarrassed him in front of the school? Oh, I'll enjoy this."

"And I'll take the bullies," Eleanor said, her tone cold and precise. "They've tormented him for far too long. It's time they learn what it feels like to be on the receiving end."

The room fell silent as the weight of their decision settled over them. Each of them was more than capable of carrying out their respective tasks, and they were united in their purpose.

"This isn't just for revenge," Trixie said, breaking the silence. "This is about protecting Holo. Making sure no one ever hurts him again."

Scarlet nodded. "We'll send a message. No one messes with Holo and gets away with it."

Felicia's crimson eyes gleamed with excitement. "And if we enjoy ourselves a little in the process, well... that's just a bonus."

Eleanor stood, her expression calm but resolute. "We divide and conquer. Each of us takes our target, and we make sure they never cross Holo's path again."

The four of them exchanged a glance, their determination solidified. They knew what needed to be done, and they wouldn't stop until the people who had hurt Holo paid for their actions.