Entangled With Adonis Klaus

RubyThe warm air that enveloped the day snuck into the room as another customer walked in with a small girl in his arms. A little smile came to my lips as I noticed the excitement on the girl's face when he asked which kind of cake she would like."Argh, I can't believe school starts next week. I have not made enough money," a shrill voice complained behind me and I twirled my seat to face my friend, Abby whose company I have enjoyed for about eight years, and not once have I regretted having her around."It's our last year though," I pointed out. "When we graduate, you can always take a break to earn more money."The tall brunette wore a pout as she leaned onto the marble counter. Her job at the confectionery store slash café was one of the many she got during summer break because she hated the idea of having to ask her parents for money."Can't we switch lives, Ruby?" Her huge eyes pleaded as though I was some magical godmother who would make her wish come true. As I chuckled at th

Ruby"M-my real mother?""Don't you remember me, Ruby?"Of course, I remember that I have a real mother somewhere. How could I forget the woman who didn't for once treat me like a daughter during the few times she managed to be around my dad and me? That was a memory among others I hate recalling. I could blame my brain for being so vivid when it comes to memories, but it is still a part of me. A vital part.But I still had to deal with the woman in front of me who was staring hard at me as if trying to drill thoughts and ideas into me.Walking out of her hold, I said, "You are not my mother. My mother is most probably at her office working.""Yes," she snorted. "That babysitter." The look of disgust on her face made me want to kick some sense into her. "I am sure she has bad-mouthed me. You know nothing about how vile she is." My mind could only imagine what bad thing she was about to say about my mother. And my curiosity got the best of me."What do you mean?"The tall woman wore a

Ruby“Who on earth does that woman think she is?” Okay. Maybe it was no argument, but there was no mistaking how furious my Dad was at that moment and it would be for a reason I could easily guess. “Dominic, she didn’t do anything to her," Mom cajoled, her voice a bit tired.“But she went to meet her at her school. Why?”I could picture my Dad tossing his suit somewhere he won’t remember.Then, I could see my mom folding her arms after running her hand through her hair.“Because she is her mother, Dom. Let’s just wait for-”“Diane doesn’t deserve to be her mother and you know that. Don’t tell me you have forgotten what happened with the whole Samantha thing.”Samantha. I frowned. I do remember Mom having a friend named Samantha who took me in at a certain time. Well that was until…“Dominic, don’t.”My frown deepened at the tone of my mother's voice. And then my head started to calculate things. Unlike her other friend, David who checks on us once in a while with his wife and kids,

Ruby As I made my way to my second class for the day, my friends' words about Bryan continued to plague my mind. The person I met at the prison entrance seemed okay to me. He didn’t even know we went to the same school at first but he engaged me in a very interesting conversation. So it made no sense. And a psycho? How could he be a psycho? I scoffed. Abby needs to end her subscription with her gossip suppliers and Jake… My thoughts fell apart like a deck of cards and my head tilted to the side as it occurred to me again that Jake wasn’t exactly fond of stupid talks. But still, it made no sense. Just when I was about to give up the delibrations, my eyes fell on the man in question who was leaning against a locker, staring at… nothing. Approaching him already, I wondered if he was thinking and wondered even more if I would be disturbing. But then, I was already so close to him and I would finally have a chance to prove my friends wrong. When my small body found stood in front of

Ruby Ignoring the woman in front of me, I rushed outside, Abby and Jake's warnings about Bryan ringing in my head. After I successfully pushed through the crowd that was trying to get past the entrance, I hurried towards the scene. It was no doubt the very girl Bryan was talking to. I definitely can't mistake her unique curls for someone else's. Even the little tug on her lips from earlier was still evident. Shaking slightly, I took steps back from the scene as my incoming thoughts started to frighten me. The questions in my mind didn't help issues either. Sirens announced the entry of uniformed men and I watched almost lifelessly as they urged people to move back so there will be more space for the available ambulance. From where I was, I could see the girl's blood-stained face and I could tell she was almost gone. But I couldn't help but pray for some miracle. Nobody deserves to die so cruelly. That statement drew my mind back to the fact that someone might be responsible fo