Beau We all stopped in our tracks. Jaws slack as her picture came up on the screen in one of those lacey poor excuses for a dress she had talked about. She was younger, the white lace tight to the narrow pinch of her midsection snug to the flare of the curve of her hips, with a slit so high I doubted she was wearing underwear. The heels of her shoes were so tall and narrow it was a wonder how she could stand. Her cleavage defied gravity as it strained against the sweetheart neckline, where her hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders. Eyes looking down, lost, empty, her face reserved, resigned. That girl looked like death walking compared to the woman who now resided at home. I vaguely remembered Louis muttering shit. And a sharp whining sound in my head before old man Beauregard poked me with his cane. "Move along Reds, lines moving. "Those of us in the pack have been referred to as Reds or Rouges by the locals for as long as we can remember, they didn't know or chose to fo
BriBastain grunted unloading a massive bag of potatoes. "Wyatt's gonna bust a nut when he sees this. He's always said no pets, they are just more mouths to feed." he said looking down over her shoulder at the chick in her hand. "They ain't pets Bas, they are egg layers and you leave him to me, think of a future with fresh eggs on hand for breakfast and vegetables he no longer will have to buy. I think it will outweigh his previous assumption that they are 'pets'. He just needs a lil convincing," I said with a smile, giving the chick a peck on the head and putting it back in the box. I gave Beau a massive grin, pinching his cheek on my way to reconfiguring the cabinets to fit the spoils."Y'all go get those books, we can make project plans while I cook." Bas sat at the table troubled, while the other two ran back to the boat to get their bags and books. "What is it Bas?" I asked, feeling his eyes on me. "Why do you always have to make so much sense? This whole time I was fretting ov
Bri I never really realized when it manifested anymore. As darkness fell and my eyes failed me it just came into existence now like a habit, like some restless tick. The magic obliging my senses. Beau had his ass propped against the back of the couch, his shirt was gone, and the view was scrumptious as always. But the look on his face told me we had a heavy talk, inbound. I sighed propping my hip against the counter. "Time for porch talk?" I asked. Nodding towards the door. So far all our heavier conversations had happened on the porch or the connecting dock. Being inside just made me feel like a cornered animal. So I preferred it that way. He nodded as I watched him gracefully stride across the kitchen and pull a short glass and a bottle of whiskey. I swallowed hard as I listened to the scrape of the opening bottle and the scent of the liquor hitting my nose. My mind drifted to dark times. My body had once been owned, my mind and magic wavered on that thought until a large warm hand
Bri He poured another glass offering it to me. I took it and held it before me. Memories of Silas skirting my memory, they seemed foggier now, I dreamt more about Draven's unwanted advances. I had come to realize I didn't want to know all the things the girl had blocked out. A lifetime of therapy wouldn't heal that constant paranoia and I hated that I felt like every time it creeped up on me that I was letting him win. Silas, on the other hand, was an odd duck. His fingers lingered on scars, they didn't wander. If he was present I was at least safe from everyone else. I could handle Silas. I had made sacrifices of myself to do it, but I managed. I couldn't figure out what I was missing and the scent of whisky had me going down a rabbit hole I don't think my mind was capable of processing right now. 'You have survived another day little bird,' why would he say that? Why at the end if it all had he passed me off to Andy and Trent after years of posessively insisting it was his right t
Beau,I tried just to get close enough to town to get a signal but I was forced to dock and wander into it. I fiddled with the phone trying to roam into casual places I could lean against and pretend I was doing something important so I would be left alone. Not many people searched us out but on the off chance someone did for an odd job to be done, or mindless chatter, I was trying to appear preoccupied.I finally got a signal unfortunately close to the general store. I leaned against the old creole-style cottage building that had been morphed into the local quick shop. Filled with local produce and basic things like milk, eggs, bread, condiments, and such. They had a gas pump and Mrs. Blance's son Richie had a little makeshift garage off to the side where he repaired boat motors and other things. He was a wiz at it and really just learned it on his own.I dialed Wyatt hoping the bunks were not overcrowded. Maybe they would all be at breakfast. We had discussed that I'd call this morn
Bri "Y'all done already?" he asked. I nodded as he took a seat. He stole my glass and took a long drink. "Good, guess you can get us a refill?" I taunted him and he just grinned before winking at me. It was strange to me that this man was a stranger a week ago, and now he knew more about me than anyone else in the world. I still kept the deep wounds close, opting to share the superficial things that had caught me off guard as they came to me, while I settled here over the past week. He never really asked, never pried but I found myself wanting to explain myself when he pulled me from dark memories and stained thoughts. I wanted to get it all out, as it came to me. It soon became apparent to me that Beau was a shameless flirt, yet he offered me respect at the same time. It was a kind of reverence, I wasn't sure I deserved. He toed a line of being suggestive without ever crossing it. I was never offended nor did I feel uncomfortable. It was an easy kind of bantering friendship, one
BastianI knew she was too good to be true. Someone like that was just a passing dream that hit all the right nerves. That bristled me about our Mas', callous dumpsters of shits all of them women, sure they were fine to look at. I'm sure they were great fun to stick your dick in until they popped out another mouth to feed and dropped them on your doorstep. At least Bri wasn't playing that game. I'd seen her go stiff when they touched her when she first got here. There was a past there none of them were talking about. She didn't solicit them, they just I dunno, maybe they wanted something to protect. But now that she was on her feet, she could probably wipe the floor with all of us. Wyatt and Beau fawned over her sure but I never saw her do those things I saw other girls do when they were out to get their knickers dropped. She was nice and I hated that I liked her. She seemed to fill cracks in myself I didn't know I had. I wanted that but I knew better than let that happen. I suppose
Bastian"But if you're so strong, why didn't you fight back? Why not run away before now?" Louis asked the question we all were asking ourselves. "I just gained all this," she said, spinning her finger and the orb of light that always appeared and followed her around when darkness fell moved on her whim. "I tried a few times before but they didn't make it easy and the fall out of trying made me realize I needed to be smarter than them. I made a few friends in places they didn't expect, I could have maybe taken them one at a time, but then what? How do I prove what they planned to do to me? How do I keep a tyrant off my fathers seat on the council? How do I make them see? I only had a little time with my father and his love has been all that ever mattered to me before meeting all of you.""So what's this got to do with us," Lou asked. "She, ain't staying Lou, she's telling you all the reasons why it's more important she do all those things rather than stick around here," I said blunt