Semua Bab Colorless : Bab 11 - Bab 20

It was the middle of the day, and the restaurant was still buzzing as usual. I was completely flushed, going back and forth from the kitchen to tables. I was a little bit glad I got a busy job; it kept my mind off my brother. I was standing by a table, waiting for a snobbish middle-aged woman to place her order when I heard the chime of the bell above the door indicate the entrance of another customer. I groaned internally when I saw a set of people walk straight to table three, one of the tables I was assigned to wait at. I finally got the middle-aged woman’s order and took it straight to the kitchen. There were five people sitting at table. Three men and two women. They were all outworldly beautiful, but only one caught my attention, one very beautiful male. His striking grey eyes were the first thing I noticed, as it seemed to pierce through my entire being, shaking me to the core. His brown hair looked thick and wavy, and I wanted so badly to sink my hand in it, to feel it run t

I felt a pair of strong hands shake me roughly. It did nothing to ease my headache, only made it worse. I groaned in pain, letting the person know they had succeeded in waking me up. My whole body ached, and the fact that I was on hard ground didn't help at all. My throat was parched and my mouth tasted like bile and blood. I sat up slowly and took in Amaya's beaten form staring at me blankly. I glanced around to find that we were in a cell of some sort; there were huge silver bars in front, and the stench of blood and wolvesbane almost had me throwing up again. I slowly dragged myself to the back of the cell, resting my back against the wall. The cell opposite us had someone in it; an old lady with thinning grey hair stared at us with curiosity and amusement. Her hands were in shackles, and the wrists around it looked burned. I subconsciously rubbed my wrists, thankful to not be in that situation, but my movements did not go unnoticed by her. "Enjoy it while it lasts, rookie," she s

We were on the run, again. It's been four days since the abduction and we hadn't stopped running. We even hot-wired a car and dyed our hair blonde and changed our names... again. To stay off the raider. We were now Gabriella and Emilia Bianchi, sisters. We were in some city in Rome. I had swallowed a couple of pills Amaya got for me the past couple of days so I felt better, physically that is. I was currently standing by the window of my room, looking below at the hustle and bustle of the great city. The honking of cars accompanied by the voices of hundreds of people speaking at the same time seemed so loud and yet so silent, distant. I was in my own world, my own bubble, the stress of the past few days finally catching up to me. I had come to the window in hopes of getting distracted from my spiralling thoughts, a relief from my inner turmoil but even the city below and the noise couldn't distract me from myself. I had only one image stuck in my head, the image of our kitchen bac

Flashback "Do you know why you're here Jasmine?" "Yes sir" I whispered, casting my head to the ground in fear."And why is that?" "I disobeyed you" my voice shook as I tried so hard to keep the tears at bay, daddy hated tears. "And you embarrassed me again" "I'm sorry" I felt the first tear roll down my cheek, sealing my fate."Lock her up in the cell" my heart rate skyrocketed at the thought of being in cell again. I could feel the fear creeping in, dread filling me as my body began to shook. Not the cell please, there were rats in there, and the old man opposite my cell frightened me, he said he would take me very hard when he got the chance. I don't know what that means but it sounded bad, I don't want him to take me hard, or take me at all. I saw Sir Michael begin to approach me, ready to take me down there and I panicked. "Daddy please!" I realised my mistake the moment the words left my lips. His eyes blazed in anger, his jaw locked and a loud feral growl vibrated through

My lungs burned, my legs ached and my head pounded, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. I loved the pain, the physical pain; it was always a welcome distraction from my emotions. The painful feeling of being rejected twice by the ones destined for me. The humiliation. The cruelty. I hated it. I hated always feeling this way. I can never catch a break. I hated him for rejecting me, both of them, especially after the kiss. I hated this world for its cruelty. I hated my father. I hated my mother for making me. I hated nature for making me this way. I hated Amaya for being better than me. I hated fate for doing this to me. I curse the moon goddess and whatever deity was out there, and most of all, I curse myself for letting them hurt me. I don't know where I was, but I know I was somewhere, deep in the woods. I had left civilisation and darted into the woods. It was funny, you know. I used to hate the woods, but now it was my only escape, a sort of comfort, an escape from the outside world.