I stopped in front of Zane the next day and noticed something… off about him.

He’s more aloof than normal, a fire still burns bright in his eyes but it seems more controlled and fought to be kept concealed.


“Hey.” I greeted him.

He inclined his head to me and looked away.

Well if that wasn’t a dismissal I don’t know what is.

“Well okay then. I’ll just be going to history class.” I said to him and walked away without hearing his reply if there even was one.

Hitching my bag higher up on my shoulder I walked with giddiness in my steps and a happy grin on my face.

A whole period listening to Wolf talk and watching him move with fluid steps
around the classroom and the sinful knowledge that he’s mine and I’m his.

Feeling my grin widen I hurried along, not wanting to delay any time in Wolf’s intoxicating presence.

As I rounded the next corner I saw Melissa sitting on the floor sobbing into her arms.

Hesitating I looked around for anyone that could help her, but we were the only
two in the empty hall.

Blowing out a sigh I reluctantly walked over and sat down beside her.

“Are you okay?” I asked her softly.

She raised her head. Her eyeliner and mascara were smudged and tears.

Alarmed; I straightened.

“What’s happened?” I asked.

She swiped at her eyes.

“Zane and I had a fight. He was trying to force me to go into building. It was really creepy and dark. When I refused he started to act really weird.” She wiped her eyes again and sucked in a quivering breath.

“After that he…” She broke off and sobbed into her hands again.

“What did he do?” I prompted her.

She audibly swallowed and looked at me with such a miserable expression that all the hatred I had for her evaporated and left pity and a need to help her.

“He just…left me. He walked away and left me standing outside that creepy building.” She wept.

My heart constricted for her.

How could Zane do such a thing?

I grabbed her arm lightly.

“C’mon.” I said as I helped her to her feet.

She looked at me in confusion.

“Where are we going?” She asked as I lead her down the hall toward the schools front entrance.

“To cheer you up.” I said with a smile.

And with a last longing glance toward the history classroom, I lead Melissa out of the school and toward the park.


*   *

I unlocked my front door and quietly stepped inside.

After spending the whole day in the park with Melissa I had managed to calm her down and be late home.

It was just after 6 O’clock and dinner would’ve been served an hour ago.

I closed the door behind me and slowly stepped into the lounge area…

And immediately regretted it.

My mother stood there with a furious expression on her face and the smell of alcohol wafting throughout the room.

I tried not to gag as I paused in the door way and warily watched her.

“Where have you been?” She asked me.

I looked down at my feet.

“I was with a friend.” I answered.

She laughed a short mocking laugh.

“You? With a friend? That’s the worst lie I’ve ever heard. Now tell me where you have been.” I smothered the sharp retort that automatically came to mind.

“As I said, I was with a friend. Whether you believe that or not doesn’t concern me.” I said tiredly.

Her eyes narrowed warningly.

“Why you little…”She trailed off and looked around her.

I stood and watched as she picked up the fire poker and came toward me threateningly.

She swung it in a wide arc, aiming toward my head.

I ducked in instinct and felt the fire poker sail over me. I scrambled away from Reina but I tripped over her outstretched foot and slammed into the wall.

I thrust my hands in front of me and extended my arms, pushing away from the

I heard her behind me. I leant to the right but as I leant the fire poker slammed into my wrist with jarring force.

I felt something snap in my left wrist.

I screamed in pain and cradled my hand against my chest.

“What is wrong with you?” I screamed at her past my tears.

She just smiled at me maliciously and lowered the fire poker.

I spun and ran for the door. I opened it and ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

Every step that I took sent shocks of pain reverberating through my arm.

I stopped abruptly and collapsed. The concrete was cold and hard against my knees and the air was freezing.

I slowly got back to my feet and slowly but surely made my way to the hospital.

And with each cold and agonizing step that I took I could feel the bones in my wrist grind together.

I knew that I couldn’t go back home, what would happen if I did?
I knew that I had to get away as fast as I could, I had to leave the danger that awaited for me at home.

Would she kill me?

Shaking the thought out of my head I made my painful journey
toward the hospital.  

The End

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