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Fifty One

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AMELIA XAVIER

Sweet dreams don't last long, do they?

A dream one didn't want to wake up from, but had to because then if you didn't, you'll be labeled dead or in waiting (if you're the pope — but you're not, so you'll probably be dead)

I opened my eyes, yawning from having had the sweetest dream in years. I rolled to the end of the bed half expecting to rest on a body, but met with the blanket instead.

This made me wonder about two things; first, how the fuck did I get here? and secondly, where the hell was Owen? But, the answer to the first question easily came, Owen probably brought me to bed after falling asleep last night. Then there was the second question.

I stood from the bed stretching my hands and walking lazily out of the room. The house scented nice, like freshly made toasts, scrambled eggs and coffee. A smile formed on my lips as I moved to the dining area, my eyes caught a small note that sat beautifully on the dining table close to the coffee cup.

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  • HIS TOY    Sixty Nine

    AMELIA XAVIER I sat beside Owen's bed carefully watching his chest as it rose and fell, his eyes were closed, and his face looked so peaceful. I gazed at the beautiful curve of his lips, and the sharp jawline that attracted more men and women to him. Owen was like a magnet who blended with everyone, and in any style. Days passed since the party, and although the doctor said he was in good health, I felt terrible because this foolish man seeking death hadn't opened his eyes in all those days; his breathing seemed pretty normal, his wounds were healing, and for God's sake, his face was handsomer. My eyes went to his closed eyes, and I muttered something under my breath — something that sounded like a curse word. His lashes suddenly fluttered, making me aware of his body language. Owen let out a groan as his fingers twitched, and that was enough to get me excited. A smile played at the end of my lips, my eyes glowed with expectancy, and when his eyes flew open, I grinned from ea

  • HIS TOY    Sixty Eight

    AMELIA XAVIER There was always that moment when a person couldn't hold back especially after watching in horror as something so painful displayed, but instead of disbelief or sorrow clouding her, fury came. How dare Ash Winters hurt the one person I cared so much about? I watched him as he placed his filthy hands on the dagger stuck at Owen's back ready to pull and cause him a painful and slow gory death, then it came — that burning rage. I ran towards him, and using Owen's pistol, I struck the back of his head, sure that it made an impact — and by God, it did because bright red blood trickled from his hair down to his neck. I smirked.“You don't have the right to kill him. I'm the one who's meant to do that, you bastard!” I screamed, my face red with a different kind of anger… a murderous kind of anger. Ash turned to me, a smile played on his blood dried lips. He chuckled probably at the thought that a mere woman — a pregnant woman slammed him with a pistol. My expression re

  • HIS TOY    Sixty Seven

    OWEN WINTERS The atmosphere in the room went intense, but quiet. I felt my heartbeat as it pounded, blocking my ears, it made me wince. I took my stance after I looked at the gallery where the media and potential allies stood watching with interest and curiosity. My blood pumped wildly creating a kind of excitement in me. I waited for him to charge towards me, but he seemed to have caught up with my style of fighting so I decided a little surprise wouldn't hurt. I charged at him, speeding towards his direction, and as I reached him, he threw a punch, but I went under his arm and elbowed him at the nape of his neck. He fell backwards to the ground landing on his face. The crowd booed. I cursed internally wishing I struck his spine and ended everything at once, but then again, that'd have been too boring and easy. Leaving no space for Ash to regain his stamina, I struck him back on the ground with my feet, but he was quick enough to move before my feet landed on his throat. With th

  • HIS TOY    Sixty Six

    AMELIA XAVIER Love was a crazy thing and so was uncertainty and over-confidence, it had a way of blowing in your face, and sometimes even going as far as making you feel like a hopeless coward — but I was not. The feeling of having to face your enemy because he had something on you felt infuriating, and I somehow though subconsciously wished for the earth to take me in, but that meant choosing the coward's way to freedom. Moral lesson of the story; respect your goddamn self, don't always do as you're told and be very unpredictable. Whatever all that meant. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my dress, although not my type, looked good on me, and it did a great job in hiding my protruding stomach. My hands rubbed my belly, and I looked at how it grew so far. It seemed pretty normal, but I guessed the baby didn't want to go to the party either.My poor little sweetheart. “I'm tired of these appearances I have to make,” I muttered to myself, glancing at the mirror o

  • HIS TOY    Sixty Five

    AMELIA XAVIER I waited for Owen to get home, so I could smack his head, and scold him till he gave in and listened to me for once. He acted too fast and made a dangerous move by going to pay that man a visit. I wanted him dead then, and I still did, but Ash Winters was a dangerous person, and being irrational would put us in serious danger. I heard the door click shut and I knew it was no other person than Owen. The sound of his footsteps easily told him off, and unlike the usual rhythm of his breathing, this had a different tempo to it — uneven and rasp. I waited for him to come to me and he came, his large build covered me as though he protected me from a bomb that had only seconds until it blew the whole place. I felt safe… until he spoke.“Pumpkin, I think you need to leave Paris,” he said, the tone of his voice, sad and some other thing I couldn't place. Why did he want me to leave, or had he figured how dangerous Ash Winters was, and felt scared on my behalf? I wou

  • HIS TOY    Sixty Four

    OWEN WINTERS The news.The papers. Blogs — the fucking media!Everywhere sparked on fire by exactly 6:30 am when Amy was still turning in bed, her breast heaving with her calm breathing as her head rested on my chest. The phone ringing woke me up, and when I picked the fucking call, my entire day got ruined — so ruined I forgot to take coffee before dashing out of the house. My phone rang, and my eyes snapped open at the first ring, but I was too tired to reach the phone, so I let it ring hoping it'd stop — it didn't.“Answer the damn call,” Amy muttered, turning over, allowing me to stretch and reach the phone.I answered.“This is daily news we…”Why am I being called by the news? Immediately I hit the end button, another call came in … another news… .I logged into the news and no one would've guessed what was trending.THE WINTERS ART MUSEUM ON FIRE. My grip on the phone loosened and it fell to the floor, but didn't shatter. Everywhere felt suddenly quiet with only

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