Novel & Cerita Dread Heads With Braces

Goosebumps had already drenched my skin and my heartbeat could be heard from a thousand miles. Dreadlocks dangling in his rigid face. Tattoos running through his arms. Braces that gave him a more scary edge. Dressed in just a white tank top and ripped baggy denim pants. Eyes so red you'd know he's been on some substance all day. A fucking addict and also Mad Dog's right-hand man. If he's here, then definitely Mad Dog is here. I clenched my thighs in fear that I might pee on myself.

My eyes glared at her and I could see a flicker of fear in her eyes. Yes,she should be scared. "Ahhhhhhh" I yelled, suddenly everywhere was dark. Fear begin to rise on my skin. The light grew brighter as I recognized where I was. I could see myself on the bed, a silverbrace on my neck. My 14 year old self, cowering in shame beginning to beg that monster not to come any closer. I tried hard to remove the brace on my neck but to no avail as he jumped on the bed pulling me closer hitting me the more as I resisted.

Troy thanked the doctor and soon they were already walking towards one of the costliest and finest salon of the city. The gigantic mall was crowded with peopl, while some were eating inside the food court, others were busy checking out stuff inside the expensive showrooms. Troy jalted outside a glass made door and opened it slowly. Eva quietly followed Troy, who was yet feeling uncomfortable wearing a new set of braces on her teeth. "Good afternoon sir. Welcome back." A brunette girl with long pony tail, walked closer to the two of them. Eva rolled her eyes looking at the pretty girl, who was literally drooling over Troy.

I nod absentmindedly and my mind travels to a certain daughter and I begin to wonder how hard it will be to fall in love with her, what if she was ugly, because if she was beautiful Dave would have said it, he was pretty good with information and this was important information to withhold. What if I had to get married to her, how I would live with an ugly wife, it was disgusting and annoying. “You must hate this braces” the doctor says poking me, I blink and turn to him. “What?” I glare “I only said you must hate these braces so much”, he repeats, pushing my head so I can lean back over the light. “I just feel it’s for kids”, I mutter. “Well we will be giving you something that can represent

There aren't a lot of girls in this room as it is. The sounds of big, heavy boots thump down the hall, getting closer. I keep my gaze fixated on the back of the brunette head in front of me, not daring to make eye contact as the moderators enter the room. They scare the hell out of me. From their shaved heads and long, buttoned-up trench coats down to their big, black boots, they make my hair stand on its ends.

The boys gaped at me as if I had uttered some gibberish. “What’s a hairline fracture? I haven’t hurt my head or hair, Mom!” protested Adrian while the other two rolled with laughter. “Aunt Andy needs to rest her brain!” laughed Zane. “Have you been overworking, mom?” asked Zayden. “Stop! I’m serious, boys! A hairline fracture doesn’t involve the head or hair despite the name. It’s a tiny crack in the bone, as thin as a strand of hair.” “Oh! It sounds scary, Aunt Andy. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Addie until he’s better!” said Angel, dragging her brothers out of the room.

My hair fell over my face and tears threatened to betray my pride. Before I could think of what to do next, a roar that shook the ground beneath my feet sounded in the direction of Brax, and three bodies smashed into the wall almost crashing into Drake. Brax was partly shifted. Black scales covered his entire body. His eyes were glowing crystal blue with black slits for pupils. His mouth held rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, ready to tear flesh from bone. His claws were razor sharp and at the ready.

It definitely gave my self confidence a boost in the right direction. I barely learned how to tame my curly red hair freshman year of college. The frizz was insane in highschool, earning me nicknames like brillo head, or flaming bush. The bullying was relentless, it didn't help that I had a full set of braces with bands that gave me a damn lisp. High school was rough, but I survived. I thrived in my studies even though I lacked in my social skills. I made it into my dream school and am just a year away from graduating with my degree in engineering.

It got to a point where mom started checking her car before going out. The meeting was mom’s Ex Student meeting for her secondary school. Once we arrived, I started regretting why I didn’t ask which meeting it was before tagging along. The women in the meeting could be a hand full. The room smelled like they were having a competition on who could finish a body of spray faster. When they saw me, they all wanted to hug instead of shaking hands like normal people. Most of them spoke with fake accents and it was really annoying. A few of them insisted on Calling me Kadmia even when they knew my name. It was as if they were looking for an opening to talk about Kadmia but I didn’t give them any. I

The room still smelled like cracked concrete, adrenaline, and my own fear. “Next time,” Kieran said, “we aim for something we’re willing to lose.” “Like Crowe’s car,” I muttered. “You’re not wrong,” he said. Daire watched me like he was trying to memorize the way I breathed. “You okay?” he asked. I flexed my hand. It still looked like any other hand. The bracelet… less so. The crack that had been a single line was now a spiderweb, thin branches of silver veining out under the metal.