Lahat ng Kabanata ng Cuffed By Love : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

April 8th, 2000,On a beautiful Saturday afternoon in April, the sun was beaming in London while five-year-old Mira Evans—dressed in her Tinkerbell costume—rode her pink and blue Tinkerbell bicycle, decked out with pretty flowers and pink tassels, up and down her street. Her long, mousy brown hair pulled up into pigtails, swinging as she rode along her road, humming to herself.A mover’s truck pulling up on the opposite side of the road caught her attention, and her pedalling slowed as she observed the people jumping out and moving boxes into the house opposite her own. Momentarily distracted, she hadn’t realised she was steering into a tree and went crashing into it before toppling off her bike and hitting the floor with a thud.Mira sits up and looks down at her scraped knee and pouts when she sees the blood seeping through her torn tights. Her large, almond-shaped, meltingly soft amber eyes glisten with tears at the sting of her wound. “Ouchie.” She hisses, blowing on it softly, w

DevinMira Evans—My Tinks, my almost, my first everything.They say you never forget your first. Whoever said that was right. It’s been nearly ten years since I last saw or spoke to her, but my heart still flutters like crazy at the thought of her, just like it did when we first kissed.Over the years, I often thought about jumping on a plane and flying to London to see her, but I could never bring myself to do it after the way we left things…the way I left things with her. One day I was happy and had everything I wanted, and the next, I was flying across the world to start a whole new life, leaving her behind.You’re not supposed to find your soul mate at five years old, but I did. Mira was my other half until I was ripped away from her. I waited months for her to call or email or even write to me, but she didn’t. I picked the phone up a million times to call her, just to hear her voice, but I lost my nerve every single ti

MiraWe head to the cafeteria to have lunch, and when I tell you, I have never had such a hard time eating in my life. We sat there, elbowing each other because I eat with my left hand, and he eats with his right which are the hands that are bound together. Every time I bring the piece of chicken to my mouth, Devin lifts his hand to eat his burger, and I miss my mouth, resulting in the chicken flying off the fork and falling on my lap. “Devin!” I snap frustrated after the third attempt.Devin jumps and looks at me, along with the employees eating in the cafeteria at my outburst. “What?” He mumbles with a mouth full of his beef burger. I glare at him, practically seething, and honestly, if I were a cartoon character, you’d see steam coming out of my ears right about now.“What?” I slap his shoulder. “Are you kidding me?” I fume, gesturing to the chicken piece sitting on my lap, ruining my beige vintage

Devin“Yes!” Skylar yelps excitedly. “I’d love to go with you.” I flash her a smile, and she melts on the spot, her eyes all gooey. “Great. We’ll discuss the details later. Text me later.” Skylar nods enthusiastically, biting her bottom lip. Oh God, I can already see the thoughts she’s conjuring up in her head. I look over at Mira, and she averts her gaze quickly and starts a conversation with Wyatt.The following day after football training, I was on my way out of the training ground behind our school when Logan and Dylan—another teammate come running up to me. “There you are.” I look over at Logan as I chug my bottle of water. “You took off quick. I was looking for you.”“Yeah, I got shit to do. What’s up?” I answer after I finish my water and dump the bottle in the bin as we walk past it.“Nothing good, Broski.” I frown, wiping the sweat off my top lip with my T-shirt.“Out with it then, fucking he

Later that evening, it was just after eight-thirty, and I was laying on my bed staring mindlessly at my TV, watching but not taking anything in. I vaguely hear the rumble of the rolling thunder and the flash of lightning, but my mind is running amuck. My phone rings, startling me from my thoughts. I pick it up, and when I see ‘Tinks calling’ flashing across the screen, I answer it. “Tinks?”“Dev,” She whispers, her voice quivers. Her tone made me sit upright. She sounded scared.“You okay? What’s wrong?”“Dev, I’m alone at home, and I think someone is in the house.” She whispers fretfully. I jump up to my feet and rush over to my window.“Tinks, what do you mean you’re alone? Wheres Ayla? It’s probably just her?”“It’s not. My parents have gone away for the night to celebrate their anniversary, and Ayla was supposed to come back, but she’s spending the night with her boyfriend because of the storm. Dev, I’m scared,”“I’m coming. Is the key still under the birdcage?” I ask in a hurry