AURELIA’S POINT OF VIEW
It felt as though everyones eyes were on me and it was as I stood in the huge hall filled with at least fifty students, only the best of the best were allowed in his class and well….a few students who could have their rich parents bribing the way through for them but I was a part of the top five students, I could not afford to have anyone upstaging me or removing me from my spot here. He looked at me with a blank expression, but I knew better. It was like I could see the devil on his face as he stood in the center of the hall, staring at me with his icy blue eyes. It was funny how his eyes were the color of my favorite shade of blue. “Tell the difference between the Mark Anthony v the United States and the Mark Anthony v the United States of America,” he asked, and instantly I heard papers rustling as different students tried to search the cases to avoid disappointing him. Suddenly, he yelled “YOU, YOU AND YOU GET THE HELL OUT MY MY CLASSROOM, IF YOU WANT TO BE REAL LAWYERS, DO NOT SHOW THE JUDGE HOW UNPREPARED YOU ARE1” he pointed to three students who opened their books and rustled their papers loudly, it was one of the guys I had dated in my first year, Mark, and, the young Adrian who always had a woman on his arm, and his girlfriend, flavour of the month. They humbly bowed their heads as they picked up their books and bags and walked humbly and shamefully to the lecture hall at the end of the hall. He turned to me, saying, “The answer, Miss Cross.” This was the first shot fired. He was trying to frustrate me out of his class, but he would have to try harder than that because there was no way I would bow down to him. The cases were very familiar, as were the facts of it, but the difference was this, one was heard in 1995 and the other 2015 but the decision in them were upturned so no sane law student ever searched it up because it was the forbidden cases in our field but I would play his game. I stood up straighter, looking him dead in the eye as I answered the question confidently. “The first was heard in 1995 and the other in 2015 but the major difference between the two cases is the latter included a rape case. The rape of senator Natasha coleman by the defendant before he murdered her. That is the major difference, sir.” He looked at me, smirking before saying, “Anyone want to challenge her answer?” What? I was right, what does he mean by challenge? Three hands went up, and he pointed at one, the leggy blonde he sent out of the conference hall the other day in his office, Valerie, the one woman who made it her life's mission to upstage me. Shit! “Miss Cross failed to add that the second case also involved armed robbery unlike the first, this was not easily found out untill the judge assigned the case to another police department who worked with tenacity to discover the hidden facts, it was during the armed robbery that Mrs Coleman, the victim was raped and stabbed, ; leading to her death” she said confidently as she smirked in victory. He looked at her, seemingly impressed, as he nodded before looking back at me. “Make sure to not forget important clues in your exams, Miss Cross,” he said before turning to the board. If it were not for my brown skin, he would have easily discovered the blush of embarrassment creeping up my neck. I sat back in my seat, trying not to die of embarrassment as I opened my book. Levi; ONE Aurelia: NIL This means war After a few grueling hours and him sending out three more students because he was irritated by their chewing, we were down to forty students out of sixty, all in one day. He turned to the class and said “Tomorrow, there will be a mock debate. It will be on these facts, Mr Arturo, a college student is accused of the rape of the wife of a senator” he said looking straight at me and I froze immediately. He knew I could tell from the way he looked at me, the way his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at me with more intensity with each second. He knew My blood ran cold, and the hairs on my neck stood at attention as he continued. I suddenly felt like I could not breathe. “There is not enough evidence to prove his innocence, but his defense seeks bail. The judge waits to hear your argument, should he get it or not? Especially amidst public outcry since she was found dead a few days later, she reportedly took her own life. Aurelia, you will be the defense, and Valerie, the prosecution. The two of you must argue properly and like lawyers, to convince me. Class is dismissed,” he finished. They all left immediately, each person eager to leave the room as his presence nearly suffocated us all, and I also walked fast to the door like my feet burned me. I was about to walk out when I heard him say from behind me “Miss Cross, wait behind.”AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.He walks in like a man ready for war, uncaring about the fact that my very dangerous grandfather stands in this very room, the owner of the house he just barged into.He has no idea, but he just breached one of Grandfather's rules.My house is my fortress. No one comes in or out, not without my permission and approval.His voice drones in yet again, reminding me of another lesson from years ago. The sight of Desmond's broken fingers is on my mind. One of his friends from college had followed him here, unknown to Desmond, and grand grandfather punished him for two things.You were unaware of your surroundings.You let a stranger into my gates without my approval.That requires a lesson,I remember standing there, fighting tears at the sight of my strong brother, hunched in pain and anger. The promise of pay back clear in his eyes, and my grandfather saw it."That fire in your eyes, keep it burning. The day it goes out, I snuff you out as well.""Vale! To what d
AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.He looks up at me from where he stands, his short form standing before me with a menacing smirk on his face.Looking at him as a young teen must have made him seem taller, more frightening, because all I feel as I stare at him is nervous."Aurelia, after all these years." He says, his tone of voice cool, calm, unhurried."Grandfather, I need your help." I go straight to the point. I've learnt one thing from dealing with this man: there's no time wasted with him. You must let him know immediately, no questions asked.Wasting time is not in our bloodline, Aurelia. Many have fallen for the time wasted; don't be one of them.His voice comes to mind, sparking a memory of another hard lesson from a year ago. The image of me on my knees, knuckles bloody from his cane as I fight the urge to tremble before him.He always hated any sight of fear.Fear is for the weak, Aurelia.His voice comes in again, the same memory from earlier still fresh and raw."And what might th
AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.Stepping out of the car, I smooth the invisible wrinkles off my skirt. The need to appear perfect, without blemish, before him, rising again, as I remember the way he would scowl at me when I appeared before him with any form of blemish.Grandfather likes things organized, put together.I remind myself in a quiet voice as I look over myself again, checking if there's anything about me that can set him off.The guard at the gate looks me over with curiosity and interest; his huge gun in his hands terrifies me.All of a sudden, the memory of a few years ago flows into my mind, the sight of the gun triggering a memory I thought I had buried."Stand there." Grandfather says his focus is on his gun.His loaded gun.Trying my hardest not to tremble or show any form of fear, I stand in front of the tree, my eyes on the small rabbit eating nearby."In life, there are the weak and the strong. No matter what, aspire to be among the strong, or else..." He cocks the gun a
AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.I run out of the office, not caring that I look crazy to everyone here, my hair probably all matted as I dash out the doors, hoping to meet the one person with enough power to turn this around in my favor.The one person I swore to never meet, not after what happened years ago.I remember it like it happened a minute ago, the wound still fresh in my mind."Get out of my sight, Isabella." His cold voice spat out at my mother, as he stared down at her, his icy grey eyes unfeeling, uncaring about his flesh and blood, not about the way she shivered in the cold, the December snow pouring down on her, my brother, and me."Father, please, we have nowhere else to go." She pleased, her grip on us as tight as possible, as though she feared she would lose us to the cold."No. You made your decision thirty years ago, when you decided to walk away from your legacy, all for a farm boy." He spits out, his lips curled in disgust."I was in love." My mother responds, her voice
A FEW MONTHS LATER.AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW."Kill him!!" The shrill cry from the blonde woman on the television screams back at me as the mob outside the prison my brother is kept in charges on, their placards, cardboards, all draped in red angry letters.KILL DESMOND CROSSKILL THE RAPISTKILL HIM NOW.All of a sudden, the walls of the office blur, so do the people, the papers, and everything else in existence as it all crumbles and fades into nothing.How did this happen? Everything was going so well.Levi and I have been in our little bubble, as he chases me around the classroom, his house, his bedroom, until he finally wins, and pins me on any surface, fucking my brains out, till I end up sprawled beneath him, breathless and thoroughly fucked to oblivion.I have remained at the top of the class, beating everyone else, retaining my top spot as the best this school has ever seen, and I am among the last five left in this office.Levi has fired more people than he said he would. Thi
ABBY'S POINT OF VIEW.I'm over stimulated, my thight sticky, my pussy pulsing with after shocks, as my body tries to recover it's barely experienced self from what just happened. My mouth is still filled with the taste of his salty cum, as he sits in front of me, his eyes bearing into my soul till every part of me rises."Up." He suddenly orders, his voice breaking the silence in the suite.I obey, rising to my feet on shaky legs. He grabs me by the arm, rough, and entle at the same time, pulling me till we stop in front of a huge, floor-length mirror.The second I realise what he intents to do, heat fills my face, making me turn away instantly.But he's not having it.Without mercy, he turns my face back to the mirror, ordering me with his hard voice. "Look at it. I want you to watch yourself as I fuck you, as I lick you, as I wreck you for any other man in the world. If you look away once, I won't let you come; no matter how much you beg for it. H leans in, his lips close to my ear