DAVINAMy body froze in place, my feet pressing against the dirty earth of the cemetery. Luckily, my shoes were closed at the top, so I didn't have to worry about carrying the sand back home. Not that it mattered.“That bastard!”He was responsible for all of this. For my father's death, for the destruction of my family, for the black hole that was now swallowing up everything around me.KJ was standing there, as if he were a guest, an innocent bystander. But his eyes... They stared back at me, defiant, knowing exactly what I was thinking.My breathing became heavier, and a heat took hold of me, burning away the emptiness I'd felt until now.“Davina” Timmy called my name, his voice low and urgent beside me, as if he could sense that something was wrong.But I couldn't look away.I wanted to scream, I wanted to tear him away and make him pay for every tear my mother shed, for every sleepless night my father endured, for the fear he must have felt before he was killed and, finally, for
DAVINAMom's room was darker than I remembered, even with the lamp on. I helped her lie down on the bed, which somehow seemed even bigger and emptier that night. Just a few hours ago, we were in the cemetery, and now my mother seemed even more out of it than when Pryia left. Her eyes were dull, lost somewhere I couldn't follow.As I pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, I felt a crushing weight. I was sure my mother was blaming herself for putting my father out instead of helping him, for not being able to save the family from falling apart. But the truth is that she did her best. My father's addiction to gambling was something only he could overcome.Whether he wanted to or not, he had left a part of the family damaged. Pryia ran away without even saying goodbye, looking for a better life, a life that didn't include us. And now he was dead. Too much tragedy for one person to carry. I felt sorry for my mother. I didn't know how she was still standing.I wondered if sleeping in that
DAVINADAVINA"KJ acted on his own."Something in Gutemberg's eyes didn't match his words, as if he wasn't completely sure of what he was saying. Before I could press him further, Aaron let out a scream."Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, waving his hand in the air.He'd clearly burnt himself on the hot chicken. I raised an eyebrow, while Timmy grumbled."Idiot."Aaron ignored the comment and blew out his fingers, picking up a piece of chicken more carefully this time. The scene distracted me for a second, but I soon turned my attention to Gutemberg."And you?"Gutemberg turned to Timmy, narrowing his eyes."What do you know about my father?"Timmy stared at him, the two of them measuring their strength in silence. Of course they had to turn everything into a contest of egos. I couldn't resist: I got up, walked over to the bowl of chicken and grabbed a thigh. I walked over to the fridge, opened it and took out the ketchup. Without ceremony, I spread some on the chicken and took a bite."Urgh,
DAVINAThe yellowish lights illuminated the room with a welcoming warmth, but the mood between us was anything but light. Aaron leaned against the table with an unpretentious expression as he spoke."That's how I met KJ," he said, turning the mug of tea in his hands. His tone was casual, but charged with something deeper. "I found out that I had been adopted illegally. My parents bought me from KJ."There was a suffocating silence. The sound of the clock hand on the wall seemed to amplify, marking every second of tension in the air.Aaron shrugged, as if he were commenting on something trivial."My biological mother is probably a drug addict or someone very poor. That's how human trafficking works, isn't it?"I leaned against the counter with a cup of tea in my hands, letting out a low sigh. I was sitting on the stool closest to the window. Gutemberg, on the other hand, was quieter than usual, his eyes fixed on the table, while Timmy crossed his arms and frowned. He had made tea for al
TIMMYI woke up feeling strange, but good. The house was silent, except for a sound that made me frown. It was a sucking noise, slow and rhythmic, coming from the direction of my feet. A moan escaped my mouth before I could stop it, and my eyes snapped open.My vision was blurry at first, but when it cleared, I was still. Davina was there, between my legs, her messy hair falling over her face as she slid her soft lips down my hard cock. I couldn't hold back a moan when her hands grabbed my balls and squeezed, I threw my head back and relaxed my hands at my sides. I didn't know if it was right to receive oral from a girl who had just lost her father, but I wasn't going to complain or interrupt.I didn't even know if it was a dream or reality, but the heat that took over my body made me feel like I was burning up. Little sparks seemed to run through my skin, turning every muscle into jelly.“Baby, like this. That's my good girl... “ I murmured, my voice hoarse and laden with desire.Dav
TIMMY"I don't care if you slept or fucked, Timmy," Midnight grumbled, his voice laden with disdain, but also with the authority of one who commands everything around him. "You're a member of my gang, and when I call you, you come."The words echoed in the air, and I felt the weight on my shoulders. There was no choice here, no room for questioning. He might be a son of a bitch, but he was always clear about his power, and he liked to make it obvious. I took a deep breath, trying to control my anger."What happened?" I asked, not wanting to waste time on the discussion.It was then that Gutemberg answered, and the way he spoke sent a shiver through me. He had a deeper tone than usual, his voice carrying something deeper, almost a sense of unease."Someone broke into one of the sheds yesterday... and stole all the drugs," he said, the tension in his voice undisguised. I could see the concern in Gutemberg's eyes, although he was trying to hide it.The answer didn't surprise me, but anger
GUTEMBERGThe dimness of the room seemed to reflect the state of my soul, while the sound of the shower coming from upstairs filled the uncomfortable silence. Midnight was in the shower, and I was taking advantage of the break to talk to Timmy. But my mind was still stuck in the chaos we had just left behind."Isn't it always like this, man?" Timmy grumbled, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked calm, but I knew it was a disguise. We all wore one.I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I ran my hand over my face, feeling the sweat mixed with the dust and the smell that insisted on sticking, ferrous, nauseating. The smell of blood. It was on my clothes, on my skin. No matter how many times it happened, I could never get used to it.The shooting was still fresh in my mind. The screams of terror. Those final seconds when you realize the end has come. The panic in their eyes. The kind of panic that shouldn't shake me anymore. But it did. It always did."We got the drugs
GUTEMBERGTimmy stopped walking, staring at me with wide eyes, as if he had been punched. And then, to my utter amazement, he started laughing. An uncontrollable, almost maniacal laugh that filled the room with a disconcerting energy.He rubbed his face with his hands and looked at me incredulously."You can't be serious. Do you like her?" He shook his head, still laughing."That's none of your fucking business," I growled back, not recognizing my own voice.Where did all this anger come from?"Yes, it's my fucking business. Do you know why? Because you don't have the right to say that." He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but failing miserably. "You don't have the right. Not after everything you've done. After fighting that childish war with her. After..." He made a broad gesture with his hands, as if trying to encompass everything that had happened between us. "After all that."I just shrugged, trying to stay calm as I stared at him."I never did anything against her."Timmy
GUTEMBERGGUTEMBERGThe motorcycle is lying in the middle of the street, engine still hot, smoke rising. The streetlights flicker, casting restless shadows across the asphalt. My chest rises and falls, blood rushing hot through my veins, but none of that compares to the rage pulsing inside me. My eyes lock onto Timmy’s figure, fists clenched, standing just a few feet away.I throw my helmet to the ground hard, the sound echoing through the empty street, and I charge like a starving animal finding a scrap of meat."What the hell is wrong with you!?" I yell, shoving him with all my strength. "You rammed your car into my bike? Were you trying to kill me?"He doesn’t move an inch. That mocking smirk on his face only fuels the fire in my chest."And you’re trying to ruin Davina, aren’t you, Ghost?" The nickname rolls off his tongue like a slap. "Did you tell her about Pryia? Dropped that bomb on her lap? Who the hell do you think you are?""She deserved to know!" I snap, my voice ripping t
DAVINAI narrowed my eyes.“So? What are you hiding?”“Nothing,” Timmy replied too quickly, looking away.Hmm.Liar.“Don’t lie.” My voice was heavy with hurt, but also with determination. “I can feel it. You’re hiding something.”Gutemberg sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, while Timmy looked like he was about to explode.“We’re not hiding anything,” Gutemberg said, but his tone wasn’t convincing.“You’re a terrible liar,” I shot back, staring at them both. “Just say it. What else do you know?”Timmy huffed, kicking the floor hard before turning to face me.“You’re not going to like it, Davina.”“I already don’t!” I yelled, throwing my arms in the air. “Now talk.”He clenched his fists like he was fighting with himself, then muttered a curse under his breath.“It’s KJ,” he finally said, spitting out the name like poison.I blinked, confused.“KJ?”“Yes, KJ.” Timmy was furious, his eyes locked on mine like he wanted to strangle me for making him say it. “He’s behind all of this.”T
DAVINA"You've got to be kidding me!"Timmy's voice echoed through the room like thunder, making me spin on my heels. He stormed in, his hair still wet, even though he had showered before me. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Gutemberg by the collar."What do you think you're doing?" he snarled, his eyes blazing with anger.Gutemberg stared at him in surprise, taking a second to understand where Timmy had come from."How the hell did you get in here?" Gutemberg asked, incredulous.Timmy let out a dry laugh, full of irony."I should ask you the same question. But that doesn't matter now. What matters is that you broke our agreement.""Agreement?" I repeated, confused, looking from one to the other.Timmy ignored my question and tightened his grip on Gutemberg's collar, who maintained his posture, although his eyes gave away a slight discomfort."We agreed not to talk about this shit with Davina!" Timmy roared, bringing his face closer to his.My stomach knotted up."What are you talki
DAVINAI left the bathroom with my towel slung over my shoulder, drying my wet hair. I was still processing Timmy's words when I suddenly stopped in the hallway. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to figure out if I was imagining things. Maybe it was my mother, or my grandmother. But it wasn't.I stopped at the living room door, and there he was. Gutemberg.He was sitting comfortably on the sofa, as if he owned the house. One leg crossed casually over his knee, his hands resting on the arms of the furniture. He wore a black shirt that highlighted his broad shoulders, dark jeans and boots. There was something new on him, a thin gold chain with a crystal pendant hanging from it. It looked old, but intriguing. His fingers, covered in rings, tapped gently on the sofa as if he were waiting for something or someone.He looked up and smiled slightly when he saw me standing there, completely frozen, with a probably ridiculous expression."Are you going to stare at me like a little fan? It's a bi
DAVINAThe sound of the cutlery clinking against the expensive plates made me want to scream. My parents' mansion had never been a home; it had always been a museum, a stage where happiness was just a cheap act. And today was no different.My mother, sitting at the head of the table with a forced smile, was talking about a charity dinner that Jimmy, my father, was planning to hold soon."They'll love the idea, dear. Who wouldn't want to help children in need?" Her voice was sweet, but soulless. Just an echo of who she used to be.I pretended to be interested, cutting the piece of meat on my plate without really thinking about eating it. I knew she didn't believe a word she said. The donations, the parties, everything was to feed Jimmy's ego and keep up appearances.I looked at her and felt that familiar tightness in my chest. Her platinum blonde hair was perfectly groomed, cut elegantly just above her shoulders. She looked like a princess from a fairytale, but the sparkle in her eyes
DAVINAI was trying to keep my composure, but the way Gutemberg was looking at me was getting on my nerves. It was that look that said he knew something I didn’t. Something he was keeping from me, and that irritated me even more. So when he finally opened his mouth, I already knew something bad was coming.“What?” he asked, with that mocking tone that made my patience evaporate. “Do you think Midnight is going to invite you for afternoon tea if you keep bringing him cake?”My eyebrows shot up, and I stared at him like he had lost his mind.“What are you talking about?” I spat, crossing my arms.He shrugged, that crooked smile playing on his lips, but his eyes seemed… upset? No. That was impossible. Gutemberg didn’t get u
DAVINAThe clock seemed to mock my lack of patience. The last lesson of the day always dragged on, but today, every second seemed like an eternity. It wasn't the teacher's fault, he did his best to keep us interested, but the persistent feeling of being watched took my focus away.Especially as I knew where the stares were coming from.Tom.I pretended not to notice, but his stares were obvious, even if he tried to be discreet. Every time he thought I wasn't looking, there he was, staring. Before, it would have made me blush. Today, it just made the blood boil in my veins.He had the audacity to stare at me like that while still reposting happy photos with his pregnant fiancée on social media. “Our family is growing,” read the caption on her latest post.I breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang, ending the lesson. Finally. I gathered my things in a hurry, sensing that he would try to talk to me again. He's been trying all week. Two weeks ago, when he came with his mask of sympat
DAVINA"You shouldn't be here!" Gutemberg spoke, his jaw locked and his voice deadly, the kind of tone that makes the back of your neck shiver.I blinked, completely bewildered. I hadn't seen him for a month, and now he was standing there, on Midnight's doorstep, looking more sullen and menacing than ever."I...," the words just disappeared from my mouth. "I just... brought a cake."Great, Davina. That'll definitely make things less awkward.Gutemberg arched an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, Midnight appeared behind him, as if to summon him with a thought."You brought it," he said, pushing Gutemberg aside nonchalantly. His half-lidded eyes ran over me, from the cake in my hands to my face. It was almost as if he was too lazy to deal with me but still curious enough not to dismiss me."Is that strawberry in there?" Midnight asked, pointing with his chin at the cake.I shook my head quickly, holding the cake tighter."No. It's chocolate with nuts."But I should have added s
DAVINAThe smell of forgotten clothes and a light, aged floral perfume hung in the air. My mother was in bed, motionless, as if time had stopped for her. Her eyes were open but empty, fixed on the ceiling. The room was plunged into darkness. The thick curtains blocked out the sunlight that insistently tried to come through the windows."Mom..." My voice sounded softer than I had intended, almost like a plea. I entered the room carefully, like someone invading a broken shrine. It's been a month. Thirty long, suffocating days since we lost Dad.She didn't answer. She didn't even blink.I approached the bed, leaning over to meet her gaze."I know it hurts, but... I'm here too, Mom. I need you." My eyes began to sting, but I held back the tears. Someone had to be strong.Again, silence.I sighed, running my hand over my face. Every day, the hope of bringing her back seemed to diminish. It was as if Dad's death had taken her soul with it, leaving only her body behind. I turned to the small