Sally's POVGrandpa looked very angry. I could tell that I didn't know who the man in front of me was anymore. He was so blinded by rage that he forgot that I was his niece.He also forgot that I was the one who should be angry, cry, and most of all comforted because it was my parents who died. He should have been there and helped me through it, not hurt me more.I saw a few more of my grandfather's men in the room and very few women present. I wasn't sure what would happen, but I knew it would be bad when I saw the sharp bamboo stick and the inkwell next to it.My grandfather took a bamboo stick and dipped the tip in black ink. Midway through the process, his lips moved in an almost frightening delirium, chanting something about Raven being the cloak of the night.And that was all I could grasp until I felt my shoulder throbbing in the most intense pain I had ever felt.I yelled for my grandfather to stop, I asked him for forgiveness even though I wasn't sure what I did wrong."No! N

Sally's POVA week has passed since my near-death experience. And, I must say, it has not been a pleasant journey. I mean, what did I expect, a self-built fort and toy guns?This is not a child's game. This is the real world, the cold harsh reality. I scolded myself.I was sick of being at home, especially with Oliver still there. Yes, he's still there, just a few more days until he leaves. I've noticed that he's been avoiding me lately though, I wonder why, not that I'm complaining. But maybe he was afraid to see me.And the old man wasn't around in my personal space like before, which I felt great about, again, I'm not complaining.Grab a few important things before leaving the house, my laptop, phone, money, and house keys. I stuffed them all into my bag.Both sides of my midsection still hurt, but all I did was take painkillers or sleep. Although sometimes when the pain feels unbearable, I will luckily pass out in my room, and not make a big deal out of it.Leaving the room, I wal

Sally's POVI made Spaghetti meatballs, lasagna, garlic bread, and 12 half-cut baked potatoes topped with cheese, beef bacon, and sprinkled with chopped chives. It wasn't that difficult anyway since I've done them before. Grandpa taught me how to cook, he was a complete Donne leader.I was busy taking care of the potatoes so I didn't notice anyone entering the kitchen, almost dropping the tray of garlic bread I was holding in my hand. Because of my quick reflexes, I grasped it well. Otherwise, I would have thrown it at Ryan who was lazily leaning against the kitchen door.I admit, that I love cooking, it helps me have patience, and it's the only time I can let my guard down and be content with myself.The pain has subsided, hence why I can glide around the kitchen without occasionally wincing as I prepare dinner.Sighing heavily, I shook my head in disapproval. "Just help me keep Allen and Simon out of the kitchen. They keep coming in and out, stealing food."Ryan smiled lightly. "Und

Sally's POVRyan sketched out what he envisioned on B5-sized sketch paper. To use a cliché, he drew a large, menacing wolf on all fours standing before a helpless girl, who he depicted as looking scared. I admit he's not bad at drawing.Funny enough, though, I had the same idea, except the wolf looked like he was protecting the girl from all the world's harm. The wolf in my vision had a gentle look in its eyes as if it was trying to tell her that it would always be there for her and that the wolf belonged to her.I took out the set of pencils, charcoal, crayons, and the A1 canvas I just bought. I took a deep breath before starting, it was lunch and I guess I better get started. I let my hands do the magic. I looked like a mess, my hands and cheeks covered in charcoal stains.I painted the long grass at the bottom of the picture, I combined white, gray, and charcoal, a little blue in the eyes. I'm really satisfied with the result. I took a photo of it while I was there. I packed my thi

Sally's POVFor goodness sake, I got out of bed and grumpily opened the door with a clear frown on my face."What?"“You are a rude nephew.” It happened so fast, that the old man hit me on the forehead. That's hurt. Yes, I'm a bit of a whiner, but that's normal when my hormones are out of whack.My life. Very depressed.Grandfather took me to a remote forest owned by this herd. How could an old man see anything in the dark like this?In the middle of this dark forest, there was a lifeless person, not just any person - he was one of the men who accompanied my grandfather and me on this trip. Now, he is dead. A long line stretched from the base of the throat to the bottom of the abdomen, now haphazardly stitched, red, and disgusting.Something was hidden in this corpse.Grandfather knelt next to the body and removed the stitches. The moment the content appeared, my blood boiled.It is estimated that there were about 20 or more small packets consisting of white powder. I know what it is,