Mine To Claim

Maya's pov I grunt, rolling to the other side of the bed ducking my head under the pillow. The banging on my door intensifies with each minute, each thud sharper and more insistent. With a frustrated sigh, I shove the stack of books off my bed, shuffling for my phone under the covers. Coming out empty-handed I step off the bed; the polished floor biting at my bare feet. The pounding on my door grew louder and by now I wanted to kill whoever was on the other side. If it's another drunk who has confused his house number again, I will lose it. I grabbed the baseball bat that I had loaned from Mr Crawmey down stairs since it was either that or a gun that had a body count on it, and that was not an option. I reach the living room tripping over a can of coke and before I can regain my balance the door flies open. Silhouettes of men stand at the door, their clothes covered in dirt and blood. Two of them hold an injured man, dripping blood on the rug my mother hand-sewn for me. One flicks

Cassian's pov I turn from the couch and look at her. Her hair now is in a French-Braided ponytail. She wears a pair of blue jeans that accentuate her curves in a way that would make any man water for her. “I didn't tell anyone,” she says, fear laced in her tone. I grunt motioning for her to come in. “I didn't say you did.” “Then why are you here?” she questions, holding the strap of her bag so tight her knuckles turn white. I move from where I was seated, going to close the door. “Take a seat and I will tell you,” I say, pointing to the couch. She drags herself to the couch, her chapped lips open as if she wants to say something but decides otherwise. She looks at the gun and blue file on the table taking a seat. “What do you want?” She asks, her gray eyes wary. “To talk,” I reply, sitting beside her but leaving as much distance as possible. “I already told you I will not tell anybody,” she pleads, her jaw set. “I swear.” I open the file, crossing my legs over the other. “M

His figure leaves the room and I clutch my head. What did I just do? I can't be that stupid, I can't move into his house, I can't operate on him, I'm toast. I take a seat at the couch rubbing my thighs up and down. The nagging feeling that I missed something still lingers even as the hours went by, sleep seemed to elude me that night and the house was loud. Every thought was about Cassian, his smell still lingered and even his eyes were messing with my head. Morning came quickly and since it was Sunday, I didn't have to report to work. I put the little belongings I had into the boxes waiting for the person who was supposed to come take my things. A knock echoes through the door and I jump, I touch my chest as I peep through the small hole. It's a man wearing a movers uniform. “Hello, my name is Anton, I'm here to help you move,” he says, stretching his hand. He was fairly built with a baseball cap covering his red hair. I shake it lightly welcoming him in. — The car stops

Maya's povJenny stands next to me as I type away at the keys. I look at her briefly, the ever-perfect appearance she has still intact. Her edges are styled to perfection, and her brown lips are covered in gloss. Her skin is clear and has no pimples or blemishes unlike mine. I return my focus to the computer before logging out.“Where are you going?” She asks when I stand grabbing all the research I was able to sneak out and do.“Uh, to finish my rounds it's almost five.”She huffs, folding her arms over her chest. “Fine, can I come drop you off ?”I halt in my tracks Cassian's warning flashing. “No, no I'll be fine thank you.”I ran off before she could ask more questions that I clearly couldn't answer. The time ticks by as I try to go through the charts I was assigned today, someone will be here to pick me up within minutes and I'm not done.“I can't believe it's five thirty already,” someone says, my heart plummets to my stomach and I look at my watch. Shit.I don't even change ou

Cassian's povShe helps me on the surgical table, a bead of sweat trickling down my forehead. I can't lose my eyesight, I can't let my father's work land in someone else's hand. A shaky exhale escapes my lips, as I try to breathe through the throbbing pain in my head.The sharp pain comes again and I clutch the side of the table.“Just a minute,” she says, fear laced in her tone. Not a minute later I feel her beside me holding my head in place, but the pain is just too much.“Do something,” I groan, my voice raw and exposed.“I am, I just need you to stay still.”“Aaaaaah.” I hiss, shifting uncomfortably on the table.“Open your eyes,” she says, breathing loudly. I force them to open the fluorescent lights, making my eyes feel more painful.She presses something against my eyes, her fingers grazing my temples. “Cassian I know you're in pain but I need you to remain completely still.”“Aaa — fuck.”“You know, when I was younger I was playing in the tree house my dad built for me, I g