Temperance "Take my gun Temperance." With trembling hands, she places her gun in my palms. "W-what? What's going on?" My heart races as I feel the weight of the gun. "Hide it so he won't see." She whispers, her eyes not once leaving the truck. I lift my hoodie and quickly tuck the gun in my waistband, half of it sticking out. "Fuck I promised Alec and the guys that I wouldn't let anything happen to you." She whispers, mostly to herself. I pull my hoodie back down and stand beside Emaline, who looks petrified at whoever is inside the truck. The passenger side is facing towards us, making it difficult for me to see who is inside. We hear the vehicle turn off and someone opens the door. What sounds like boots clack on the concrete after hopping out of the truck. He walks around until we can fully see him. He has several ear piercings. He has caramel color skin with a faded black tattoo on his neck. His dark hair is flipped, and his stubble makes it look like he's missed a few da
Temperance The police sirens are wailing as we pull the car to the side of the road. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." Alec grits his teeth, hitting his fists on the wheel in frustration. I tense at his anger, staying silent. I wait for the car to roll to a stop behind us but instead he speeds past us. The car shakes with its speed. It wasn't after us in the first place. As if today's chaos wasn't enough, I stand in front of my door, contemplating if I should go in or not. I check my phone. It's only 3:40. It's around the time I usually get home. I should've just gone with Alec since they had offered. Next time I won't turn down their offer. I carefully open the gate to hell. I slip through the door and into my smoke-filled house. I try to hold back the coughs that rise in my throat as I drop my backpack by the door. You're invisible. Don't draw attention. I look up and see my father and a strange-looking woman sitting in the kitchen smoking cigarettes. The woman has black hair and pi
Alec It's been hours and she still isn't awake. The only thing that's keeping me still is the fact that we got answers from her doctors. She was taken here last night. Not brought into the hospital, she was left in the parking lot. A nurse that was about to clock into her shift found Temperance. She was more dead than alive when that nurse found her. They had to shove a tube down her throat almost immediately, and a lot of other stuff I've already forgotten. They said it was a miracle it worked. She has signs of physical abuse written all over her body. Old and new. When they asked her about them, she said she had a few bullies, which is the excuse she always uses. Bullies. The only person I've seen be rude to her is Sabrina. But even then I would doubt that Sabrina would be the cause of this. Words are different than punches. Then she went into surgery to fix her internal bleeding. The pills she was taking weren't even pills for the bleeding. That fake doctor gave her vitamin pi
Temperance The booming sound of thunder crashes loudly, causing my mind to force me awake. Annoyed, I turn over, bending my arm to go back under my pillow. I open my eyes, feeling a strange pain come from myInner arm. I straighten my arm out, thinning my lips at the drip that is placed back into my arms. My ears twitch at the sound of the monitor they've plugged back in. I lazily bring myself to a sitting position with a delicate sigh escaping my chapped lips. I gaze outside and watch the dark clouds pour over us. They stretch into the distance as if it's never-ending. Rain slides down my window, the droplets racing against each other for which one can go faster. Lightning strikes and the crackling sound of thunder follows. I can hear a few patients scream, but other than that, it's a silent morning in the hospital. I've always liked the rain. When my mom was alive she would put me in a red raincoat and we'd go outside. She would watch as I splash around in the puddles, my legs
Temperance I stand in the middle of the living room. Both my father and the bitch circle me like hawks. Anger is visible on their faces. I and my father have been like this before. I would stand helplessly as he would walk around me in circles to taunt me. One abuser turns into two. One punch turns into two. I slouch in shame and look at the ground. My face is swollen from the hits along with my discolored body. My hair is a mess and blood drips around my eye from a gash on my forehead. "Why the fuck were there people outside your hospital room?!" My father yells, shoving me backward into his girlfriend. I can smell the alcohol in his breath. And the smoke on her clothes. They had only returned a few minutes ago. They yanked me out of bed after ten minutes of being in a deep sleep They are mistreating me the day of getting out of the hospital. How stupid can you get? You would think they would be careful with how much pain to inflict on me. They seem to share one brain cell,
Temperance My eyes are slow to open, and pain jolts through my body as I grow more familiar with my surroundings. My mind spins in circles, trying to reveal the lost pieces of memories. "Up the morphine intake." An unfamiliar voice states. I fully open my eyes, realizing I'm in Alec's house again. I glance down at the bandage wrapped around my torso and the memories come flooding back. Erin had shot me, trying to kill me. But if she wanted to kill me... why didn't she shoot me in the head? As seconds pass I feel the pain in my body subsid. Morphine is a wonderful antidote for pain. "I'm glad you're up!" Alec speaks in a calm voice, sitting on the edge of the bed. I try my best to sit up, my arms too shaky to lift me. He wraps his arm around my back, helping me to a sitting position. He's barely touching me, taking his hands away as I'm positioned comfortably. It seems like he's afraid I might break. "How long have I been here..?" I ask in a raspy voice. My throat stings with
Temperance I sigh and begin. "My mom died in a wreck when I was little. Since I was in the car, I was always blamed. The emotional abuse turned physical. I was always in the hospital because of this. There's nowhere for me to run, I have no family I can trust. Not only are my father's eyes watching me, but Erin's too. It wasn't so out of the blue for them to suddenly want to get rid of me." As I was speaking, tears fell down my cheeks. I haven't been able to speak freely about anything. I avoid the heady eye contact from my friends, keeping my hand wrapped around Alec's. "That's why you're staying here," Alec speaks after a few minutes of silence. I lay my head on his shoulder after he squeezes my hand to reassure me. "We need to go to the police about it," Emaline pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear. "No, we can't!" I almost stand to my feet as I plead with her, looking straight into her empty eyes. "We have to. They need to be put into jail." She doesn't dare look at m
Alec I park in the driveway and jump out of the car. I don't know what's gotten into me. I only go back to the mansion for emergencies. Temperance needing me shouldn't be an emergency. If only I could help it when it comes to her. I wouldn't be running away from my duties to tend to her. This girl, she just sets a fire off in me. When I'm around her I get nervous and my heart beats faster. I have this deep urge to protect her. If my father heard about me abandoning my duties tonight, he would be furious. I would no doubt be screamed at for hours. He isn't abusive or purposely mean to me, he just has a reputation to hold. Growing up me and my siblings were under extremely strict rules. We couldn't do anything to disgrace our family name. Ace and I had to be the best of the best to inherit the gang. My father never had any intentions of Arella maintaining his work so she didn't get the harsh rules. Once Vanessa came into Ace's life he decided he didn't want to be the next leader. T