I threw away everything that can link to their whereabouts. I have to make sure everything is put into its place. Leaving print marks would impairment my disrepute. I will never…ever let them know about this.I escaped once. I am not going back again in that atrocious point. I glanced down, noticing that my whole body is beaded with their blood. I cursed, thinking of what kind of body lotion I would use to get rid of the smell. I took a glimpse one last time at their faces that were pale. i grab my mother’s jaw, tilting it to the side. Well, except my twin because he’s the last one whom I killed. His body is still warm but he’ll die.I arrange them here in the basement. No one will know unless someone will break in here.They have to go through me first before they set feet in this house. I breathed out, and was about to pull out the hem of my shirt when I saw something is sticking out of Nathan’s pocket. I took it, my eyes squinched while observing the identification card. Looks lik
“I-I…” she lowered her head, her vision was staring on the floor. She couldn’t find a word to say after hearing everything what I had said. I smiled, tilting my head to my right while waiting for her reaction. A drawn-out earsplitting silence filled the whole room. I glanced at the man who was standing behind her. He took a step forward before placing his hand on her trembling shoulder. Her wails almost filled the whole room, and it was followed by her siblings. “I-I d-don’t know what to say…” She doesn’t need to weep that much but I understand her reaction. It was heart breaking, even my heart could still cry even at this age. I let my head rest on the heard board when her hold on my hand tightened. Harry cups her cheeks, wiping off the tears that were pouring. She looks up then their eyes locks for a minute. “Your mother fought so hard during her younger years, Ettasha…” “She’s a brave warrior.” “But…” Ettasha spoke again, looking at me from her shoulder. “What happened to my
I faltered on the ground, keeping my balance as I ran for my life. I can barely feel my feet since I've been running for a while. I don’t need to look back. I can’t look at those red chasing eyes. He will slaughter me! I listened to his yelling that made my knees powerless. I secured my ears in fear as I lurched on the rough pathway. I don’t know where to go. I really don’t have any thought how I got myself into the woods, running away for my life. My breath hitched as I could feel the weariness. I need to halt and take a deep breath, but whenever I listen to his uproarious shrieking clamor of animalistic sound, I warn myself I can’t stop. I have only read those things in books and in movies. Each time I squint, flashbacks of what happened earlier devoured my thoughts. How the blood spread around like it was nothing. How the light hit his fang and it shone in my sight. Something you couldn’t envision was real. My feet hit something so hard that I nearly lost my balance. I stumbled o
I heard cheering from the girls, delighted to listen to the announcement. Mr. Williams nodded his head then pointed to the seat that was not yet taken in front of me. "Go sit beside Mr. Smith over there. You're a bit late with the class, so you need to catch up with the lessons." "Yes, sir!" he saluted jokingly and then walked on his seat. "Hey, Nathan! Glad you're in our class! Hey, listen, can I be on your team?" my classmate, Chris, begged him with pleading eyes. Nathan winked, then made a thumbs up. "I got you, man! Let me tell my coach." Chris was in tears when Nathan agreed. He muttered on his lips, 'you're my hero' or something, then suddenly fainted. I shook my head and just brought down my vision on the ground. He looks normal to me. Possibly my brain is deceiving me or something saying there’s a significant connection between Nathan and the man in my dreams that precisely looks like him. But perhaps, I’m just overthinking so I shook the thought away. I can still hear him
The next following days went as flat as a pancake. My days were tranquil. Some students tease me and make fun of me since I'm always alone. The truth is I don't have any friends here. I tried, though, but it's hard for me to socialize. My interests in other people here are different. Since I live in a city, most people here prefer going outside and hanging out with friends. I was once told I'm a nerd since I love reading books and watching shows. They even say who even reads books these days. I mean, duh, I do. "Okay, class, it's Friday today, and you know the rules!" The girls moaned in torment while the guys cheered and did a high five. Damn, for the first time, I relate to somebody. Why did I disregard it's Friday today. Meaning? We have to do Physical Education. I grunt at the thought, more like physical abuse, torture, and pain. Every time we play sports, some way or another, my classmates find their way to make a monkey of me. If we are going to play volleyball, they see me as
I didn't say anything to him since I didn't know how to strike up a discussion. This is even the first time someone has been nice to me. I feel like he's just planning to trick me sooner or afterward, saying there are hidden cameras all over, and I will rapidly discover I'm on a live TV broadcast making an idiocy scene for myself once more. But what am I thinking? Minutes have passed, he just stood beside me. He's too quiet, likely. His eyes are meandering through my body. It isn't exceptionally comfortable since he saw it. I suddenly stood up and secured my body with his coat. It's a great thing this warm leather is enormous and can cover down to my knee. I bolted the zipper up to my neck then looked at him side-way. He put his veined hands on his pockets then let out a tremendous sigh. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know someone was here." I snort at the thought. They probably didn't hear me crying or screaming earlier. Well, I can't blame them because I am dumbfounded at the abs
“Tell him I’m not here.” I turned her back on me and pushed her outside my unit. She stumbled and almost lost her composure but when she regained her thoughts, she suddenly halted then pinched my arm. I let go of her, wincing in pain while she’s pointing her finger at me, eyes gleaming with rebuked. “You can’t turn away from him, dear. You need to face him. He’s been waiting outside for an hour. You should be ashamed!” she then pinched my ears. I was crying for help, asking the gods above to help me get out from this cruelty, but I think it’s my punishment for making a commotion earlier. “Go changed into something vogue. Use something on your face. You look-” “Ugly? Better believe it, I thought of that.” I grunt then caress my ears. Good thing she let go of it but I don’t think I can run away from her, now that she has an idea that I know the guy she’s alluding to. “I was going to say washed-out.” She then walked past by my side and went to my closet. I let out a tired breath. Even
“Because…” I look around, anywhere but his face. I bit my bottom lip then chewed on it. It’s one of my idiosyncrasies whenever I’m anxious. “Stop that.” “Hmm?” I looked at him and I noticed he’s looking at my lips. I raised my eyebrows, asking a question with my look. He didn’t say anything. Instead, his jaw moved hard, making a sound. “Hmm…” he crossed his arms then raised his left eyebrow at me, “I believe I asked you first.” I swallowed because of the intensity of his voice. I was about to say something when I noticed those who were looking our way. I meandered my eyes around, sudden panic assaulted me. Before he could say anything, I turned my back on him and ran away. I heard him calling my name but I didn’t look back. It’s better this way. I shouldn’t be engaging with someone like Nathan Jones Davis. I can’t read what he’s thinking. What if he just sees me as his potential prey? Those alluring mysterious eyes are making me weak and can fall off my knees instantly. I was abo