“Get a grip, Lena,” I whispered to Myself, but my voice sounded too loud in the stillness. I walked back into the living room, scanning every corner as though I was searching for something, or…someone, but there was nothing. Maybe she got out? No, I highly doubt that, but then it wasn’t completely implausible. Animals were actually smarter than we gave them credits for. Gathering my confidence, I approached my bedroom door, the one room in the house I hadn’t searched yet. But for some reason, it was in this moment that I heard Jasmines words echoing in my mind. {maybe you shouldn’t be living alone in a place like that. Come stay with me} But I had been stubborn about moving for two reasons. One, I didn’t want to feel like a burden and two, I wanted to prove to myself that I was capable of handling things by myself. Now, I wasn’t so sure. As if on cue the soft whimpering of Rio came from the other side of the door and without a second thought, I pushed the door open in a panic.
The hours blurred together, and before I knew it, the final announcements for the day buzzed, signaling the end of the school day and I was ready to get the hell out of here. But just when I plotted my best possible route for escape, I was stopped. “Miss. Hart, a moment please.” Professor Sullivan stopped me and I took a deep breath. “Yes, Professor”, I turned to him with a forced smile as my grip on the strap of my bag tightened. The man had a smile on his face, but it was a little bit too warm, his eyes lingered a little bit longer in a way that made my skin crawl. So, I kept the space between us at a reasonable length. Students filed out of the room one by one until there were only a few left in the class. “I must say, Miss Hart, your performance in the last test was…superb. Your insight into the human mind is remarkable,” he said, his voice smooth and low. My eyes scanned him from head to toe. I smirked, deciding to play along with whatever twisted game he had going on now.
But, if I were being completely honest with myself, the choice of changing my hair was more of a confidence booster than a fashion statement. An illusion I’ve given myself that I at least have some control over my life. This week I’d gone with red. Maybe next week I’ll do midnight blue, or emerald green. Who knows? “Yeah, I had it dyed red during the weekend. What do you think?” “It suits you…” Luke said, and my heart thumped in my chest as the words resounded in my head. That’s what Vincenzo had said to me that night…my steps slowed down a bit as his face flashed in my mind. I wondered where he was now, and what he was doing. Was he thinking about me too? Or was I just being delulu for a dangerous criminal? “Anyway,” he continued, oblivious to my lack of enthusiasm, “I was thinking—” “Okay!! I’m just gonna stop you right there, Luke,” I interrupted him as I shot him a sharp look, pausing in the aisle. “Can we maybe talk after class? I’m running on zero caffeine and need a minute
Lena’s povThe shrill buzz of my alarm clock ringing shattered the quiet calm of my small Brooklyn apartment, pulling me out of a dream I couldn't quite make sense off as I drew in a sharp breath. My hair was a disheveled mess and even a few of the strands got into my mouth and I spat it out. I let out a tired groan as I rolled over to slap the snooze button with a bit more force than necessary. The alarm clock read **6:30 AM**, glowing in red digits like a siren and I groaned again. Monday mornings were always the worst. But I’d survive, I tell myself this every morning when I wake up.With a little more intentionality this time around, I dragged my tired ass out of my cramped bed and stretched all the way up to the celling until my joints were unraveled. The instant relief and satisfaction that accompanied the popping and cracking of my joints felt unreal, as though a weight had been shed off. Even with all the noise, Rio laid peacefully on the bed, belly up, tongue sticking out, p
Jazz and I have been good friends since our freshman days and we had bonded over a shared love for late-night study sessions, cheesy Rom-coms, and the occasional nights out on the town. She had that effortless cool that most girls could only dream of, with her sleek black hair and catlike green eyes, she always made a statement. And where I studied Psychology, she was a medical student.But last year, she dropped out of the program. ‘I just couldn’t keep up’ she told people. But I knew better than anyone. Jasmine Moretti, is a freaking genius, but the truth was, she just wanted to dance. To pursue a career as a professional dancer rather than study medicine. It was a bold step, something I doubt I could ever do. Because unlike her, I was on scholarship and I could never throw my scholarship away. So yes, her choice had come as a shock to me, but I supported her fully. Because that’s what friends do.Although the same couldn’t be said about her parents who were mortified by her decisio
WARNING suggestive content ahead!!..Images of Vincenzo plowed through my mind as the memories of last night showed vivid imagery of what we had done in his bed, making me shiver at the thought of him. His handsome face, the dark intense look in his eyes and the way he destroyed my body and my senses, it all came crashing down on me and I bit my lips, suppressing a moan when my fingers grazed my entrance, sending a wave of electricity through me. My heart was beating really fast now as I started to finger myself. All the while I thought of nothing else but Vincenzo. A part of me wished I’d stayed till he woke up, but another part of me screamed that I didn’t belong to his world. He could have any woman he wanted, and I was just a one-time fling. He’d probably forget my face once everything settled down. I know I shouldn’t have cared about a dangerous man like him and what he did, so why did I feel this lingering regret in my heart? Why did I want him to find me?My fingers' pace qu