FREYA’S POV: I run as fast as my legs can take me, which might not be fast enough, with no direction in mind, only letting my subconscious mind guide me.Hot tears that continuously drip out of my eyes blind my vision, and my heart pounds loudly in my ears coupled with my rushed breathing.I continuously tell myself it’s a lie. It has to be one but then, the crushing reality of it squeezes my chest even tighter, restricting air flow.I force myself to breathe, and it feels like sandpaper rubbing against my breathing pipes.Then there’s this sharp sound ringing loudly in my ears and tuning everything out, piercing my brain in the process.“Freya!”A voice calls out to me from behind.I gnash my teeth even harder, putting my strength in my leg muscles to propel me forward faster, not caring about the pressure increasing in my head from limited oxygen.I hear wicked laughter all around me… It’s ominous and echoes in my ears, taunting me.“Freya… please!”Large hands grip onto my shoulde
FREYA’S POV:I had to leave and go somewhere I could breathe.Away from the toxicity of ‘friends and people’, away from constant lies and betrayal that seemed to never cease unless I ceased trusting in them.With my aching heart, broken into an unrepairable amount of pieces left for myself alone to pick up, I left under the heavy showers of rain. I hadn’t even bothered with an umbrella because there was no point.I had no care if I would be drenched by the rain, freezing to death by the cold, or fell ill. Nothing mattered anymore.I walked to nowhere till I found this tree a good distance away and further in the thick forestry surrounding the school, and sat underneath it. It acts like a canopy, shielding me from most of the rain except the few spots where the rain relentlessly spilled through.My eyes are dried, however. I don’t know if there’s a tear left to cry in me… I doubt it.It’s my faultOf course it is… I had gotten too close to these people, forgetting who I really was,
SILAS’ POV:I couldn’t go after her even if I wanted to, even when I had hurt her so much and constantly. I could only hold her close to my heart and swear on everything that I had changed because of her and that everything I do now is for her safety.All I could do was stand and watch Adam go after her.I am nothing but the powerless prince in this story…unable to pursue the woman he wants because he is bound by a contract with his father.I couldn’t risk being seen chasing her outside the library in an open space.I know all this puts the wheels of regret still spinning faster within me as I finally walk into my room, drenched from the rain’s beatings.I restlessly pace around the room, attempting to contain my urge to find her and beg for forgiveness. She must already be assuming the worst possible things at this point.“Damn it!” I swear out loud.I was too engrossed in dealing with Adam to notice when she had entered the library and started listening in on us. This isn’t what I
FREYA’S POV:When I returned to the room later that day, the room had been cleaned up.The broken glass shards were all gone, my mattress had been pulled from the corner it had been tossed into and the bed laid.Everything was spotless.The entire mess was gone, and so was Xena.I had been grateful for the stillness, especially since the rain’s rage had calmed, and Xena’s absence had given me the chance to think about my pathetic lonely life without a single person I could call my own.Because even if Xena had nothing to do with the prank, she still threw all reasoning to wind when it came to Lucas and he was an enemy.I slept off and when I woke up, she had never returned. Even all through the night till Sunday morning came; even then, she never showed.It was like the room had been deserted for me and the guilt did begin to settle. More and more, the notion that I was indeed alone set in.It’s Monday morning now and I’ve heard nothing of Xena since more than 24 hours ago… Just love
FREYA’S POV:My entire day was filled with peering eyes boring holes into me — some with judgment, most with confusion. After all, why would anyone turn down the literal prince of Alphas, especially when he makes such a grand display of affection in front of everyone?If they had gone through half of the traumatic events I had; bullied by his ‘maybe’ girlfriend, kidnapped by his father, manipulated by him and his entire group of friends, then maybe they would understand why there’s nothing Silas Bloodmoon will ever do that would make me forgive him.With the frustration of everything and everyone, I stomp right back to my dorm room, the only place where I could have some sort of peace and quiet.The first thing I notice, however, once the door is pushed open is the lack of light. No rays of sunlight seeping through like it usually does. The lights are turned off as well.I think maybe someone broke in while I walked in cautiously, then I remembered that I have a runaway roommate and m
FREYA’S POV: “Have you heard?”Xena runs up to me from behind after just looking at a poster pinned to the notice board we had just walked past seconds ago.School is over, and I just want to get to my bed and make out with it for the next few hours.Xena, on the other hand, has quickly bounced back from her depressive episode since seeing that I really don’t hate her now.I’m happy that at least one thing in my life hasn’t changed so much, but then, there’s the guilt again from knowing that she’s purposely avoiding her mate because of me.I don’t know much about mates but I knew that they needed to be close to each other as often as possible, especially when the bond hadn't been finalized.Despite her act of trying to look and appear ‘okay’, I know she isn’t, but I don’t pry. I want to be greedy for the first time and have something to myself.That’s something. Being a friend, for as long as I could before she had to leave me.“Heard what exactly?” I say, linking my arm in hers pla
The school bus finally rolls into a parking space right beside the museum and I’m nervous as hell.I’m on the brink of a breakdown with slight symptoms of hypoxia from all the heavy breathing I’ve been doing since I left school.I’m desperately trying to remain calm and remind myself what’s at stake, but the first major crime is never really easy. It’s either this, or be exposed as a fraud, followed by detention in another prison, however.“Remember the plan.” The wizard speaks from his reflection staring at me from the window by my side.Since I had agreed to this scheme, he’s stuck to my side more often than previous days where it was a rarity to see his face. I assume he’s more invested in me now since he’s about to get what he wants from me and honestly, I hope to be rid of him finally after today.“The plan revolved solely on Silas showing up and if you haven’t noticed yet… he’s not anywhere to be seen.” I point out harshly while whispering.“He will.” He says ominously without
FREYA’S POV:Of course, the necklace wouldn’t have been kept alongside the rest of the family crap that had been on display back at the museum.This is what crosses my mind while Silas carefully places the jewelry round my neck, clasping it in place.I turn to my reflection, looking at the image of myself next to Silas, like a pair. The beautiful necklace adorned on my neck and the wizard’s crouched form watching us and snickering to himself.“You know… my grandfather believed it had some sort of power.” He says now, looking at both of us through the reflection, oblivious to the wizard staring back at us.“Power? Like magic?” I ask, looking up at him as my ears perk up.Is that why the wizard wants it so desperately? Because of it’s magic?Silas chuckles at my words.“Not that I believe in any of that but yeah, it’s rumored to be.” He admits.From his reaction, I can see he’s a total unbeliever; if only he knew how real it is and that it’s the reason we met and why I can be here wit