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ARKHAM Changing the gears, I notice her heart racing as we drive out of pack territories. Slowly the unsettling realization sets in my mind that She is nervous and uncomfortable being alone in the car with me. 'The little flower is scared. Don't upset her!' Ark warns me sternly. 'I can see that, Ark…and I'd never!' Uncomfortable with the thought, I changed my position, suddenly sitting uncomfortably in my leather seat. Frustrated, I move the dark strands of hair from my face. What is she afraid of? As much as I don't want her to feel this way around me, I did this for a reason. I need uninterrupted alone time with her. This will give us time to break down those walls. As we drive past the pack borders, I decide to initiate the conversation, I have had enough of this awkward silence and her just staring blankly out the window. I am so desperate to know what captivates her thoughts and to get the opportunity to spend some quality time getting to know the real version of her
TIMIKA Why did I even panic? Of course he wouldn't hurt me. The truth is … I have never felt this safe. I stare out the window, my fingers playing with the beautiful new necklace I got from Mama Lil and Papa G for my birthday. It's a delicate rose-gold necklace with a rose-shaped pendant in the middle. It has a tiny soft-pink pearl inside of the rose, representing the flower bud, while there are little diamonds on the leaves. The word 'Blossom' is engraved on the inside of the rose. I frown as my mind goes back to the conversation earlier with Mama Lil… -FLASHBACK- *********** I fasten the beautiful necklace around my neck. It hangs low on my throat, almost like a choker (necklace), just lower. I look at my reflection in the mirror that hangs in their lounge. It looks perfect! It goes beautifully with my dandelion necklace that I got from my parents, and I realize it was ten years ago today. Everything that happened in these ten years. How lost and alone I felt, just like th
Beautiful Readers ..I have been dreading this post... but ... it has to be done...As much as I hoped things would resume to a normal schedule, things have taken another turn on my personal side.Unfortunately I will have to put the book on hold.I have no idea what things will look like going forward, so I will either post as I get time, or just finsih the book and then post. I am sad and dissapointed, this was not the plan when I started writing this beautiful story.... I am so so sorry!😢But I promise I will finish it ... right now I just need to navigate my way into what life holds for me...I won't disappear... I'm still here.All my Love🌸Willow Joy🌸 Xxx
Prologue Knock! Knock! Knock! Someone knocks at the dressing room’s door. “Hey, B, you’re on in 15!” I hear a male’s voice call out from the other side. “Oh… Thank You…. I’ll be ready!” I shout back. Tonight, I’m at the Blue Moon Pub. It is a rather popular little place in this town. I’m only passing by and will be here for two more days before I move on to the next town. I have been here a few times before. It usually holds a good crowd. I stare at myself in the mirror. Looking at my refection, I’m filled with conflicting emotions. Staring straight into the same crystal green eyes of the one person I wish could hug me right now. The one person I wish I could talk to right now. Share my every high and low of every day with. But, I will never have that again. I close my eyes, heaving a deep sigh. Just then, a different memory hits me. Another one I wish I could ignore… “Let’s get out of here” …. I hear the words being whispered, in my mi
Timika 10 Years Ago“Mama, Mama…Look here!” I shout out, in excitement!I am running toward my mother who is swaying on the big swing in our garden. My dad is only a few steps behind me, chuckling away.“What is it sweetie?” Mommy beams at me. The way the sunrays are shining through the branches of the big old oak tree, are making her crystal green eyes sparkle. She has such a softness to her, making her look like an angel.“Daddy got me my own guitar!”I have never been this happy! This has to be the best birthday present ever! I have never wanted anything more in my young 11year old life!“Thank you, Mama! Thank you, Papa!”My parents share a look and envelop me in a loving hug. This moment here… my mother’s soft honey blonde hair touching my face, her scent of roses. My dad’s strong arms around us. His dark stubble brushing against my little shoulder. His scent of musk and freshly wet soil. I feel so loved and safe right h
School came out an hour ago.It’s officially school holiday and I’m excited to have a few weeks off, to play my guitar and attempt to write my first song. I already have an idea or two.I’m humming a tune while riding my bike home, the packhouse already in sight. As soon as I reach home, I enter and run up the stairs to my room. I lock my bedroom door behind me. Opening my backpack, retrieving the precious piece of paper I’ve been dying to open.I open my report card, my heart hammering in my ears and my face turning hot.Please Goddess, let my hard work pay off!My eyes scan the Report card…. “A+” in all my Subjects!A big smile crosses my little face and I fall back on my bed, letting go of a breath I feel I’ve been holding since this morning.Thank you, Goddess!I have been working really hard to be at the top of my class. To be the best in all I do!I know Daddy says that I have only now to be a kid, and to be just that. I play along with it. But I know who I am, I may only be 1
Timika “Drew looks at me; I fake a smile, so he won’t see…” I sing along, listening to Taylor Swift on my earphones. I’m up early, making breakfast in bed for my parents. Daddy will be leaving in a few hours for a very important Alpha meeting in another State. I’m making omelettes with bacon, spinach, feta, and mushrooms and of course lots of cheese. I love baking and cooking and our head Chef, Harry, is always patient teaching me a few things, every now and then. Oh, here comes the chorus!!! I feel my excitement burning up! This is my jam! “He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitarThe only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star” I belt out in my best version! I give it my all and don’t really care who is still sleeping. I hope this is a nice way for the rest of the house to wake up. I give a little snort. “Hold up!” I’m startled while I’m sprinkling some paprika on the edges of the plate and over the omelett
Timika 5 Years Later “Again!!!” I’m yelled at for the 20th time this morning! I groan in frustration as I get back up and take my stance. What is with me today? He comes at me, and usually I would have moved quickly, and ducked the move, just to catch him off guard and knock him down. Yet, today, I’m slow, clumsy …useless!!! “For Fox Sake!!” I let out with frustration! I run over to the side, and vomit. Trying to hide my shame from Uncle Garren and Auntie Lil. “Come on Kenzie, shake it off! Let’s go again!” I nod my head, wipe my tears, and take a sip from my water bottle, to rinse my mouth out. I take my stance once again. Trying to focus, but my mind is a mess! He comes at me and throws me to the ground. My body moving like a piece of cooked spaghetti, knocking the wind out of me! It’s like I have no fight in me, no fire, nothing…just emptiness. I cover my face with my arms, still lying on my back. I break out into a sob, and just keep cryi