Austin's Point of View Standing in my room. Watching the men in my room get my suit and everything ready. Anger starts to take over. Wanting Crissy all to myself. Not being able to makes me furious. I could have had her all to myself, but some people forgot to inform me that it was my coronation today. Making my way to my feet. I make my way to the bathroom to take a shower. Closing the door, I stood frozen. Unable to move. My heart racing. Wondering what they had picked out for Crissy to wear. Knowing I would rip it off anyway when we are alone. Finally getting myself to move again. I open the water for it to heat up. Climbing into the shower. Wanting to smell clean and fresh when standing in front of my pack. With my father not here anymore. Nor my mother. It is a heavy pill to swallow. "Sir? Are you almost finished." One of my men asks. "I will be right out. Give me one minute." I reply, shutting off the water and climbing out the shower. Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around
Crissy’s Point of View"Thomas, hurry up, we’re going to be late!" I scream from downstairs. Thomas comes running down the stairs, grabs a piece of toast, and starts eating. "How did you sleep, sweetie?" I ask."Good," he replies, barely able to keep the food from spilling out of his mouth. I smile and look down at my watch, "Oh shit, come on, we need to get going. Grab your bag.” I say to Thomas with a solemn tone in my voice.We expeditiously rushed to my old Ford Ranger and drove to school. I never genuinely look around while driving. I only fixate on the road. I usually see Thomas admiring the trees and the beauty of nature.We arrive at the school. I park my car in my usual parking spot; we sit still in the car for a minute in silence."Have a nice day, and don't give your teachers too much grief. You know they talk to me," I look at Thomas with concern.“I know. See you later". He quickly jumps out of the car and walks off to class.Sometimes I worry about him. I wonder if he e
Austin’s Point of View“Did you guys see our new neighbour?” Alexander blabbers.“What about her?” Michael responds with not much interest.“She’s attractive, isn’t she?” Alexander says with a smirk on my face.“Probably,” Michael says as he walks to the kitchen.“Oh, come on, why not have a little fun while we are here.” Alexander places his feet on the couch.“Dad gave us orders to stay away from the humans. We can’t compromise our location.” Michael responds with a severe expression on his face.“Come on, Austin, what do you think? Can we have some fun?” Alexander winks at me. Giving me a slight grin.I just stare at him, and I didn’t respond.“You guys are no fun. I know you went to meet her, Austin. You want her just as much as I do. Just admit it, you want to fuck her; I know I want to.” Alexander chuckles while I growl at him.Crissy’s Point of ViewI woke up feeling determined. I need to find out who this family is and why they moved here. I flung myself out of bed, rushed to
Crissy’s Point of ViewWaking up at three in the morning. I climb out of bed and made myself some coffee. Sitting outside on the porch. It was raining, and the smell of the earth was being cleansed by nature. I’m not used to being alone for so long; Thomas is always around the house. When I need company, I usually talk to him. Luckily, he will be returning home later today. Then I can finally show him the puppy. I decide to text Alexander.I text Alexander, Hey, are you awake? Not even two minutes went by. My phone buzzes. It was Alexander.Hey beautiful. Why are you up this early? The text reads.I couldn’t sleep. I apologise for bothering you, and I know this might seem strange, but do you maybe want to come over for coffee? I text back.The next minute my doorbell rings. I was a little startled because who would be out this early in the morning? I opened the door, and it was Alexander. I find this strange, he lives a mile away, and his car isn’t here, and I just sent the message a
Crissy’s Point of ViewWhile lying in bed, I keep on thinking about what had happened yesterday. Taking a shower didn’t clear my head as I wanted it to. Deciding to take a walk through in the forest. Knowing I wouldn’t get lost; I knew these woods from the back of my hand. Usually when I wanted to get out of the house, I would take a walk. Having my usual routine of going to work then waiting for Thomas to finish his after school activities. I needed a break from it. I got dressed and went into the woods.I have a beautiful spot I always go to. A beautiful dam, with a small waterfall. You are able to see the entire town from there. About two miles from my house. It doesn’t sound far, but if you are unfit, it can get excusing.When I got to my favourite spot, I found a spot to sit and staring out over our little town, and there was a little barrier. This is the only spot in the woods, excluding my house, where you can see the entire town. The water was still, only the sound of the wate
Austin’s Point of ViewI can’t stop thinking about her as I’m lying in my bed. Her smile, the way she stares at me with those brown eyes. I need to get to know her. I need to know what coffee she likes, how she wakes up in the morning, and what her sleepy voice sounds like. She is different from all the other women I have met over my entire existence.Every woman I’ve met was either prim and proper. They had to wear the newest fashions. Needed to keep track of all the latest trends. Other were too bitchy. Trying to take control over my life and the rest was just too soft. Saying sorry about every little, tiny thing. Dropping their lipstick “sorry.” Accidently bumping me “sorry.” But Mia, she is just something else.Doesn’t take shit from anyone. If you are in the wrong, she makes sure you know it. She isn’t afraid to show you that she cares about you. She is just real.My favorite part of her is how pure she is and the scent that she has. Just the thought of her scent being mine. Gett
Crissy’s Point of ViewWe return home, after the long day of school, Thomas put his bag down he runs to his room. He plays online games with his friends and is usually glued to his computer screen. Usually, I let him enjoy his weekend by playing his games. Over the course of the weekend his spends most of his day in his room. We don’t really go anywhere, the reason for this is because I don’t know where to go.Placing my handbag and keys on the counter, walking towards the fridge. Taking out a piece of steak. Letting it defrost in the microwave. Waiting patiently. Making my way towards the backdoor, staring at the birds. I placed a birdfeeder in the middle of the yard two weeks after I moved in here. The birds seem to love it.The wonderful sound of whistling makes me smile.The sound of the microwave makes me jump. Snapping back into reality. Taking out a pan, pouring oil into it. The sizzling echoed through the kitchen. I turn the meat in the pan; my eye catches the image that Micha
Crissy’s Point of View I woke up feeling tired, like I hadn’t slept well in days. It might be the fact that I did go to sleep after twelve. Why do I torture myself like this? I jump out of bed and realising I smell as if I had just rummaged through a trash bin. Grows. I quickly jump into the shower; I went downstairs to make breakfast. Grabbing the eggs and the bread out of the fridge. Taking out the bacon from the freezer. Throwing the bacon into the microwave and turning it on defrost. Placing the bread into the toaster and Starting with the eggs. The microwave rings and the sizzling of the oil in the pans sounds through the house. The entire house smelt like bacon. While busy making breakfast, I cut my finger while cutting the cheese. Shit! I quickly look for a band-aid. At least it isn’t that deep that I need stitches. Opening drawer after drawer. I couldn’t remember where I had placed it. Little spots of blood drips onto the floor. “Thomas, breakfast is ready!” I screamed fro