If looks could kill the intruder would be dead from the dirty look Luka gave her. It was her hair that first caught my hand. Waist length, well straightened midnight black hair. Her hair colour was so different from Luka and his brother. She was smiling at me. I don't know why but she was. She must have noticed the tension in the room because.."Lulu you didn't tell me you had a visitor." She began walking towards me. Did she just call him Lulu? Luka the bad boy was Lulu at home. It sounded so cute and I smiled, choking back a laughter. He shot me a quick death stare and warned, "don't you ever call me Lulu." I nodded in amusement. He looked embarrassed but it just made him cute. "You know this isn't your room right? You could just learn to knock." He mumbled out at her and went back to his workstation. "You have a girl in your room, that slept overnight, I had to rush up here before you guys started making babies," she sent me googly eyes that made me blush."We spent the nig
Hazy memories are like bad teeth. You can't ignore it because you know it's there, it's just your brain refusing to let it surface. But when you remember it feels like someone ripped out the teeth and you can finally feel everything. Last night on the couch with Annie Marie, watching Lion King for the millionth time, I finally remembered. Every single detail of Friday night. From the part where I was grinding on Luka's friend to the part where I wrapped my legs around his waist and was calling him daddy. I should have put on a hoodie today. Instead I had on jeans, a crop top and a baggy shirt. The problem wasn't the outfit, I actually got comments from my sister that I looked good, the problem was that I couldn't hide in this. How was I supposed to see Luka in school today knowing that I called him daddy, and was in his bed just a few nights ago?If I had on a hoodie it would be easy to disappear and not be noticeable. Class was a whirlwind that flew by so fast till it was break t
First time I heard someone refer to the other as kitten or daddy was in a joke at my old school. Then everyone had raved about the fifty shades series and I had watched all episodes of it. I didn't understand it then, I still don't now. I think only girls that have actual Daddy issues look up to other men, their age or older to play that role sexually. The fact that my own father left us when I was just four years old does not mean I have Daddy issues. I turned out fine anyway without any issues whatsoever. So why did I think it was okay to call Luka Daddy? It must have been that stupid deal we made in the Alley about me becoming his pet that was confusing me. I'll rather die now than admit that the alcohol induced amnesia had cleared and I remembered everything that happened that night. "No I don't." I looked faraway at the wall above his head. Luka cocked his head to the side, staring at me, his eyes felt like he could see through me and my bullshit lie. "Should I remind yo
"I don't want to go with you. Why can't we just work on it during lunch tomorrow or something." I screamed at Luka after Jamie left. He was taken aback by my outburst and whatever trace of smiling, happy Luka I knew was gone. "Firstly, the project presentation is two days from now, you might be used to failure but I'm not. We need to ace it. Also, what part of I own you don't you understand?" I knew that I wasn't the brightest student in school but he did not have to go that low. I stood for a second letting his words sink in. Bloody bastard. Castrated orangutanAsshat. AsswipesI tried to conjure something in my mind with the word ugly but he wasn't ugly so nothing could stick.I didn't have the balls to say it out loud but I cursed him as much as I could in my mind without letting the tears drop. I was going to fail his first assignment.I would rather cry alone than ever cry in his presence. He walked ahead of me to his car and I got in. I sat down mute in the front seat
Luka: You did well, baby girl. I beamed from ear to ear like a dog who just got head scratches from his owner. I had the strong urge to pump my fist in the air and do a little shimmy dance. Last night Luka sent me a text that read - Isabella, this idea is yours so it will come alive more when you speak about it. Which is why you will be doing the presentation. Remember you owe me, my second request is that you kill this. If you fail, it will be your official first punishment."Everytime I wanted to freeze while presenting or mess this up because I was too scared to present our powerpoint, I remembered that Luka was standing beside me and that he had promised to punish me. I wanted to please him and I did and it made me so happy. We were done. Three days of hard work, researching and brainstorming and we were all done with the presentation. For the first time in my life, I had done A+ work. The teacher had been so proud of our work. Luka and I had ignored the weird thing that ha
I was walking into the Lion's den, albeit a very decorated one. This Lion's den was a mansion with lush green grass and a huge water fountain in front. The most beautiful places could also contain the darkest things in it. The last time I was here in Luka's home, I was drunk, braless and I made a friend. But Paula was off to college and it was just me and Luka today and maybe mini Luka. Everything about Luka's home was daunting and if I didn't need to pass my midterms so badly, I'd have just run back. Today was the first day of our tutoring. We had two weeks left until midterms. I have been hanging out with the team but I haven't been allowed to play or fully participate. All of this will change if I pass my midterms. The coach had promised me that if I passed I'll join the team again. I stood outside the huge door like a fool. I don't know if I was supposed to knock on the door or push it open or call Luka - that I had arrived. The door swung open on its own accord and it scar
BELLA"Run little girl, you had better run."I did as he commanded. I ran as fast as I could, with as much strength as my legs could carry me. His voice was the darkness and it was closing in on me. His laughter was ringing in my ears. I knew what would happen when the darkness gets old of me, but I was also running into darkness. I let it overpower me and I couldn't see his hands but it was squeezing the life out of me. I clawed at the darkness, with the last strength I had, but I could feel life seeping out of me. I woke up with a start. Clawing at my neck and gasping for air. I ran to the corner of the room and pressed my hands to both of my ears to stop the ringing laughter. It was the same dream. I might be awake now, but I knew the darkness was in a prison locked away. It could get out one day and we might run and change homes over and over but one day it might just snuff the light out of me. My forehead was covered with sweat and my heart was still racing loudly. I badl
Two missed voice calls. Four rejected video call attempts. Six read but unanswered messages..I would have kept ignoring him till the next message entered. Luka: Ignore my call one more time and whatever deal we have is off the table. I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle a scream. I picked the next call but left the phone on the bed so that the camera angle was failing the ceiling instead of my face. "Isabella," his deep baritone voice drawled into my ears courtesy of airpods."Luka," I countered."Pick up the phone," it was issued as a command, which shouldn't surprise me but I obeyed. I raised the phone to my eye level so that my face was filling up the camera. "From this angle, I can see the insides of your nostrils," he chuckled. I moved the phone back and lay on my side so that I could rest my hands. When he saw the disgusted face I made he burst into laughter. I waited for him to try to control himself before I said, "oh don't stop. Keep going. " "That's what sh