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He will kill you…where Xerxes last words to me before he fell into a deep sleep. His skull had been cracked sending a jolt through his entire body and then his feeling faded. Touch. My heart had broken along with his mind. I was so close and yet I stood at the back of the line. My promise had shattered to the floor with my hope. A hope that my life would be a fairytale. I hells happily ever after in my hand for the first time and then it let go. I thought that I had hated him but how could you shed tears for someone who you hated. Feeling. I felt them falling down my cheek but I didn't want them to fall, that would admit that I had lost. That would presumed that I love. Did I love him? I was willing. What should I do now? Hate or grieve. Claw. He said he attacked. He was hurting me. I felt it but this pain that I felt now hurt more. I inhaled deeply, squeezing my eyes shut as the cold water of the shower beat down against my skin. I released the breath slowly, trying to
I am Taiti Malcolm, the girl who was presently terrified of the smirking Queen Bee two rows back. Amberly Vera was not impressed by the rumors circulating concerning myself and her boyfriend of 3 years, Alex Cambridge seated with his jock friends a few seats ahead of me. Of course they were lies told by Amberly's best friend Diana Richards because she was the one screwing Alex behind hidden doors. I was the scapegoat, the girl who wasn't even at the party lost her virginity to a guy who has never acknowledged her, despite them having several classes together I sunk deeper into my seat, pushing my glasses further up the bridge of my nose. I was the invisible nerdy girl with no friends but plenty of bullies. I had survived 4 years of petty high school bullying only to go out with a bang, a mysterious plot to destroy my already none existed life. For 4 years Amberly had tormented me but I never knew why. It always irked me how someone with everything could pick on someone with no
I woke with a searing pain in my head. My entire body was aching. I groaned, opening my eyes slowly. They felt as if they had been glued shut for a very long time. My eyes immediately landed on a bag, half full of a clear liquid. My mind understood what it was far but I struggled to remember what it was. Though the thought of what was inside of it, sent my heart pounding in my chest. Was I being drugged? I struggled to raise my upper body. My hand trembled violently as I attempted to remove the needle from my arm. A strangled sound of frustration leaving my lips when I failed twice to remove the needle from my arm. On the third try my frustration triggered my telekinesis and the IV, along with the bag and stand went flying into what I guessed was a wardrobe. I finally managed to sit upright, my eyes scanning the room desperately. There were no weapons in sight except the one that I had discarded in the corner. The room was bland and small. A single bed, a nightstand, a wardrobe
I didn't leave the couch. Kylen was the first to leave the room and then the twins. Shane lingered up until he got a phone call and left the house entirely. The door wasn't locked and I had the choice of freedom but I didn't take it. I decided to curl up against one of the cushions in the couch, leaning my head against it as I stared into the darkness of the flat screen TV. I should feel relieved that my mother was fine but I couldn't get over the fact that my own father wanted to kill me. Didn't he know that I was his daughter? Was he bewitched? I struggled to find a good enough reason for his unfatherly actions. Who sends hounds after their child? Everyone knew that hounds were vicious and knew no mercy. I couldn't help but feel jealous, sad and confused, frustrated, tired and angry but at the same time unable to sleep. The front door opened. I think it was Shane but I wasn't sure and I didn't even care. The person entered the living room and stood by the couch, starin
A few hours later, it was a quiet car ride into the town. I spent the silence trying to bury my mortification and admire the tall green sporadic trees that littered the sides of the smooth asphalt road. With my window rolled down, I inhaled the cool fresh air that caressed my skin and set my anxiety at ease. "This is strange," Cleo commented. Interested to know what she meant, I twisted in my seat to look at where she sat behind me in the backseat. "What's strange?" Shane asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. "This awkward car silence," she said widening her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "I mean I don't even know why you are so quiet," she added motioning towards Shane. I did not miss the way his eyes quickly darted to me and I know that Cleo saw me recoil into the car seat as her eyes followed his quick glance. She groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes. She reached into her bag and slipped her airpods into her ear. A Sabrina Ca
I have never had many friends but I had hoped to have a good relationship with the persons who I took care of me while I was asleep for so long. I had hoped to stay on their good side but I overstepped. My lack of social skills sent me down a slippery slope. Everyone had gone their separate ways when the car had returned to the mansion. Shane had helped me with the shopping bags and then disappeared. Chloe had ran off to find her father and Cleo…went to her room. I groaned, falling unto the small bed. Why couldn't I have simply minded my own business? Because you love power and naturally you had to show your dominance. "What?" I said aloud, confused by own thoughts. I didn't love power. I was helping a girl, who was in a room with two perverted guys. And if you didn't have the power to beat them up, would you have intervened? Would I? In high school, I did see witness a guy getting too hands on with a girl but he was her boyfriend though she
Shane reluctantly pulled away from me and in that moment I wanted to pull him back but low growl coming from downstairs and a second crash along with a scream, stopped me. My heart skipped a beat and my eyes met Shane's dark eyes. His warm body moved away from mine and I unconsciously released a longing sigh, until his hand grabbed mine and we were swiftly walking down the dark hall. From the view at the top of the stairs, the sight was grim. 3 persons stood before the crumbled door, several windows held broken glasses. As we swiftly descended the stairs, Shane's hand released mine and I noticed more strange persons making a mess of the living room and kitchen. "Killian! What is the meaning of this?" Shane yelled as his stepped off the last step of the stairs. Killian was a tall and muscular with a 3 thin scars slicing through his neck. As Shane went to stand before him, I noticed that they stood at roughly the same height. The tension thickened around them as we wai
Shan-Cassian didn't return home. Kylen had managed to salvage what was left of the front door, using ropes to hold it in place and old blankets to cover the open spaces. I helped him to cover the windows with some old boards that he had in the garage. "I was going to build the girls a treehouse," he had said and then drifted into the depths of his mental archives. When we finished boarding up the windows it was pass midnight. I found myself leaning against a broom staring at the front door. Kylen had said that he would be fine but that didn't mean that something bad wouldn't happen. Suddenly a scoffed brought me from my thoughts. Cleo stood a few feet away from me. Her arms crossed and her eyes glaring daggers into the back of my head. I shook my head and glanced away from her with a snort. "I guess your here to tell me that this is all my fault," I gave her back the same energy that she was giving to me with a hint of 'I don't care'. Cleo scoffed. "And it isn'