Storm paced wildly around her sitting room, her heart down her stomach as she contemplated how much longer she had to wait before Kaden and the others would return from the raid with Justin and Lucy. After she had opened the gate with its lock, Kaden had ordered Jutul to take her back home. She had been angry and bittered, but she was outnumbered too, and so she had followed Jutul, through another route so that they wouldn’t be caught in a crossfire. On their way home, she had heard the guns firing for the millionth time, and for each time, she jerked up on the car’s seat unable to help herself. Perhaps, it was nice that she had returned home. Yet, she didn’t like this edgy feeling. Hadn’t it been three hours already? She enthused, her eyes wandering to the clock. When would they be back? She fell back to the sofa, her feet beating a haphazard rhythm on the floor, her patience already worn thin. Ten minutes later, she was startled by a knock at the door. Storm jumped out of the s
“But you already put us in trouble!” Lucy shouted, flinging her arms, like she didn't know what to do with them. “I know this isn’t really your fault-you hadn't planned for this to happen, you hadn't forced us to come with you to this region. We had, because we chose to stand by our best friend, yet we are paying the not so good price. The least you owe us is to tell us the whole truth. To stay or to leave will be decided by us.” Storm shook her head. She couldn’t do that. “You will want the truth, even if it puts your life at risk, and that of your family, even if it could lead to your death? Are you sure you want that, lucy?” Lucy furrowed her eyebrows, then looked at Justin who had the same expression. “Are you holding a government secret or what? What could this be that might warrant our death if told. What does Jess want from you?” Justin inquired, his hands splayed on his thigh, his entire focus on Storm. He was just beginning to realize the depth of the situation. If Storm
When Storm awoke from the slumber with the dream that left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth, the first thing that she noticed was the eeriness in her room, like the beast that had troubled her dream was right in the same room with her. This caused her to shudder, and wish that she was sharing her room, her bed with someone-with Lucy, Justin, or even Kaden. She would take anyone at this point. She checked the time on her phone. It was seven am on the dot. Thank goodness. She muttered under her breath, pushing her groggy self out of the bed, determined to get rid of the feeling that had escaped the dreamland into reality with her. I must overcome this. She kept muttering, heading to the bathroom, to rinse her mouth. After she was done, she threw a bland gown over her night wear and then strolled out of her room. When she got to the sitting room, she took a deep breath; it was like the burden had gotten off her back. Was there something wrong with her room? She wondered, knowing that
Kaden was with clique, as Storm had come to call them when she stepped into his office. Whatever it was they were discussing came to a halt when they saw her walk into the room. “Good morning to you all..” She greeted, before taking one of the seats surrounding the second table. “How was your night?” There was a brief hesitation on the part of the males, before the echoes of ‘fine’, and ‘good morning’ were returned to her. She wasn’t sure if it was because they weren’t used to being greeted by women-she discounted that the next second because of the secretary that had given her a glare before letting her inside the office. Storm finally concluded that it was just because of her. But why? Hadn’t they expected her to greet them or what? “I just saw Lucy and Justin leaving here. They were not exactly happy. What did you tell them?” She started the conversation, deciding not to ask them what they had been discussing before she had stepped inside the office. There was enough time to
He believed that she had heard enough? Storm huffed. Who was he to speak for her? When had she spoken that she had heard enough? The guy was always so uptight, a party pooper. Was it because he was the leader or what? She watched as Jiraq raised up his two hands as if in surrender, and kept shut. “I never said that I have heard enough.” She finally voiced her thoughts, not someone to keep a lid over her words. “And I don't know why you think that you have the power to make my choices for me..” Casper whistled, reclining deeper in his chair, his arms folded across his chest as if he was ready to watch an unfolding drama.Lent and Liam followed suit, although Liam was sporting a smirk on his lips. They found this funny. Storm didn’t find any of them funny. “I am not trying to, Storm. I just think it is too soon to bore you with old tales.” Kaden pointed out, meeting her unmasked glare.Storm shook her head, about to continue the tirade, when Kaden raised up his hand, indicating th
“You remember the drill right? After lectures, you will find me at my faculty. I will be waiting there.” Jutul was speaking, stopping when Storm shook her head. They had just arrived at campus, and Jutul thought it wise to revise their motions after school today. “What is the problem? What don’t you agree with” “It’s weird if I keep coming to your faculty to seek for you. It would create the impression that I am a desperate bitch. So, for the good of our reputation, we will meet at the parking lot. Or someplace…I don't know. But once you are done, just text me, or once I am done with the lectures and all there is, I will text you. We will find out how and when to meet each other. I think that is better.” Storm surmised, grabbing her backpack.Jutul nodded. Not like he had a choice, but he could see the sense in what she was saying. “Alright then. Have a nice day.” “Thank you. Have a nice day too.” Storm responded with a smile before getting out of the car, and heading in the dire
Storm took in deep breaths, in and out as she stood at the door that would take her into her class. She needed to calm her nerves, but so far that was not helping. The only thing that made her smile as she heard the lecturer talk on the bones in the human body was that finally she was here, against all odds, despite what her step mother had done, despite what her family had made her go through. She had survived. She was here. She was in school. That bubbly feeling pushed her to open the door, pushed her chin up, and pushed her feet to walk into the class with all the confidence that she could muster; a confidence that didn’t even waver when the lecturer stopped speaking and turned to see the intruder. “You are a member of this class?” The old man with a white halo on his head asked, as he picked a register on the table probably to check her name. “What’s your name?” Storm inhaled deeply before giving her answer. “Storm Jackson.” She watched breathlessly as the man decked his
Storm was dreaming.A woman’s despairing cry echoed in her soul, tearing at her, reprimanding her, drawing her back from the edge of a great precipice. And she was starving. Every cell in her body craved food and something else, something she couldn’t lay her finger on. She was somewhere underground. The hunger raked at her with merciless claws until a red haze covered her sight and her pulse hammered with the need for immediate sustenance. Desperate, she scanned the area above her resting place for the presence of enemies and, finding none, burst through the rich layers of soil, into the air, her heart thundering in her ears, her mind screaming. She landed in a crouch in the midst of dense shrubbery and thick vegetation, and took a slow, careful look around her, not in the least concerned about how she could jump out from the ground.For a moment, everything was wrong-monkeys shrieking, birds calling out a warning, the cough of a larger predator, even the brush of lizards through