|•ZEKE•|Classes are over by five and I feel so exhausted. I'm starting to envy the sociology students who has only one class on their first day in college.Just so you know I am an English major and even with my dirty lifestyle I have a focus which is opening my own publishing company.I decide to rest for a few hours before meeting Ryder, though I know he is probably gonna loose his mind literally if he knows I didn't come straight after classes but then again I am only with him because I need to find my parents murderer and he knows that too. So no matter how scared he might want to make me feel or no matter how intimidating he is.... I know this would be over once I get what I want.Even though I ain't a fool and I know Ryder is using me... I chose to ignore it because beggers like me cannot choose. *"You are here" Ryder observes as I step into his underground house. This is where his run ins are done His boys are all seated waiting for his orders. There are seven of them in sig
|•BLISS•|I saw them. I saw the two most scariest persons that have and still exist in my life. Sandy and Patty, only that there was someone else with them —Evangelist Corey. Evangelist Phillips Corey —Patty's husband.I don't want to know what they are doing here. Heck! I don't even want to let my mind wander as to why Evangelist Corey is here with them too. I have enough time to think of that later. Well that's if I do.Right now the only thing on my mind is that they mustn't see me here. So I throw my overall hoodie over my head and run out into the parking lot of the café, Behind a random car.He follows me. Zeke follows me, his eyes dart around as he steps closer to me. I am in a frenzied mode. I might just have a panic attack, my fingers are shaking and I feel myself back in my twelve year old body. . . in the darkness of my basement.The darkness has never scared me or so I thought. But right now with my worst nightmares in human form not faraway I seem to have a rethink. I rea
|•ZEKE•| "Fuck!" I groan, sitting up from my lying position. The kiss. My minds keeps going back to the kiss. Why did she kiss me like that? Does it have something to do with what she saw at the café? That won't sit well with me though because it probably sounds like she used me as a cover up for something. "Fuck!" I groan again running my hands through my hair. This wouldn't do it. . . lying here over a kiss like a teenage who has no control over his hormones. I need a drink, I need a fucking drink to calm my goddamn nerves. I get up from my bed and go the the outer room. I pick a can of cold beer from the movable fridge perched at a corner, opening it. . I take a long gulp. "Back home later than usual and downing a large amount of booze in one gulp. . . that's unlike you" Cole says from behind me and I turn to him. "How long have you been there?" "You seem to be asking me too much of that exact question lately, don't you think?" He laughs and I roll my ey
The door opens and Bella enters, fully dressed. Her eyes scan my outfit and she cackles. "Okay, so you wanna pull off the I'm-so-badass-I do not care-what-anyone-thinks look this morning?" she asks and I roll my eyes as I tie the laces of my sneakers. "A baggy sweatshirt over a ripped jean with an head warmer covering almost half of my face. . .. Puleeazze.. That doesn't sound badass to me at all" "Well it does to me. . . And it kind of has a thing to do with yesterday night. . . Doesn't it?" My head snaps to her, feigning ignorance, I ask. "What are you talking about?" She sighs and sits in front the mirror, brushing her hair. "I'm saying you are definitely hiding from something or someone whatever. . That's why you have that freaking head warmer and baggy shirt on. . You can't lie to me you know" I get up from my sitting position and grab my backpack. "Have a nice day at school, Bella" I tell her ignoring her statement and walk out. So typical of Bella to fig
|•ZEKE•| Don't think about her. Do. Not. Think. About. Her. Fuck. The funny thing about trying not to think about something is that it inevitably becomes the one thing you do think about. Yeah. That's why I'm here in the school's coffee shop instead of in a class, downing myself up with a cup of smoothie and thinking about her. Raleigh. Fucking Raleigh. It is a kind of a shame to admit that six months ago we were the perfect couple of Steerforth high school. Same old pattern—star quarterback and cheer leading Queen. . you know what I mean then when I say perfect. We were a couple since tenth grade.. Three years to be precise. Funny enough I loved Raleigh or maybe I still love her, if just the mention of her name can hurt me to the bone marrow then maybe I'm still in love with her. I always worshipped the ground she walked on. Hell I could kill for her until she went ahead and crushed my heart beneath her feet's to bits and pieces, leaving me to gather the b
|•BLISS•| "Let's date Blaze" That's the least statement I expected to hear. I snort at Zeke's statement. Remember when I said he belongs in asylum? Doesn't this confirm it? First he introduces me as his girlfriend to an highschool mate or whatever the fuck Raleigh is to him. Now he is asking me to date him as if he is saying— "hey Bliss wanna play some poker games?" Same question I would ask, like what the heck is wrong with these freaking hot dude! "Oh my gee! This is so romantic!" Ava squeals and I glare at her. Did she say romantic? This is nothing but an hopeless case of madness. Though my stupid heart is beating so fast at the fact that he asked me to date him. "I know, I know. . it's part of my charm" Zeke replies shrugging of imaginary dust from is shoulders in a so dramatic slash annoying way. "Romantic? You call that romantic? This guy here needs medical attention. . . he hardly even knows me" i say. "Woah! That can hurt a man's ego. . you can't g
|•ZEKE•|In a situation like this, Cole would tell me — "guy you are so fucked up" and if Brianna my sister is here too, her first statement would be —"Big bro. . you are a fucking prick"I agree I'm fucked up, totally fucked up. . why did I say that in the first place? Why did I ask her to date me? Of course my answer is clear. The bet and Raleigh. Yeah I get it. . I'm stupid, it's been established since I saw Raleigh and I couldn't gather my shit and I just had to drag Blaze into this. That's how fucked up of a fool I am.I pay my bills and drag my feet to class. . the rest of the day goes by in a blur with me half listening and half dozing off in each classes. Thankfully I don't come across Raleigh or Blaze or Ava. I don't even know how I'm going to react if I see them.Classes are over by four and I slowly trudge down the alley to our apartment. I do not take my bike to campus because the distance from school to the quarters where my apartment is located is somewhat trek-able. The
|•BLISS•|Classes are over and I lay down in my room. Bella and the girls aren't home yet so I can enjoy the serene silence of the apartment for a while. My mind keeps going back to Ava's little confession about her sister and Zeke. Raleigh slept with Zeke's uncle. . the only thing that comes to mind is the possibility that his uncle might have been one of my 'client' too and if this is possible Zeke would hate me. . he wouldn't want to have anything to do with me.The thought alone has my heart gnawing in hurt. . . it scares me. What if he finds out. . what if Ava —the only friend I can say I have in the whole of the campus finds out who I am. . everything is at risk.. No one would want to associate themselves with me.Who would? I am a fucking whore for heaven's sake. My mistake. . I started forgetting the rules. . I started wishing for more. . every now and then I start to think this would be over. . but it never would be. . I'm bound to this life till I go gray. . I'm sorry mum.
|•BLISS•|A smile spreads across my lips as I stare at the psych 101 assignment given to us by Professor Anya. It is to write a short essay on 'Who am I'. Dad allowed me resume my classes a week and a half ago, before he went on a trip and promised to be back tomorrow. Well, it is been two weeks since the incident, and a lot has happened in between those two weeks. Like Zeke going for his first game since he became the quarterback of his team and bringing home victory, practically he is the hero in the eyes of NYU students especially the girls.Hey don't look at me like that, a girl can get jealous can't she? Other things happened too, like Sandy and Patty getting sentenced to fifteen years in jail for child trafficking and Ryder sentenced to life imprisonment for the murder of Corey and Dad gained custody of the Phillip's children and enrolled them in schools. When i had asked him why he did that, he had said even though Patty murdered Mum.. He still wouldn't leave her children hom
|•ZEKE•|I gasp as they push them to their feet, their hands are tied behind them. I clench my fist when I see he is one of 'em. I raise my brow at Trigger my eyes asking how he managed to get Ryder of all people. He shrugs and smiles.For days, I've been contemplating on what to do to Ryder when I see him. Break his legs maybe, gorge out his eyes.... Or even snap off his neck. But seeing him now, I'm starting to have mixed feelings about this. There was only one reason why I trusted him even though I hated him.The fact that he looks so much like my dad... Same thing is holding me back now."See we are all complete now... Can you get a seat for me?" Trigger says to the lady who I assume is Patty. The lady in question shakily grabs a wooden chair and places it before Trigger. I stare on, wondering what he wants to do.The whole place is silent for a while except for the sound of our breathing."You know... This kind of looks awkward as it is... What do you say, should I let you go huh
. . . . . . . .And so, that's how i got here... Dad and Zeke are out front."You!" Patricia screams, her eyes widening in shock. I give a sly smile."Yeah, me... Hello Patricia Ramona Phillips" I say with smirk."Mum... Isn't she the demon possessed girl you always locked up in the basement?" Maria asks staring pointedly at me."Hey, you do remember me afterall... The name is Bliss Carnap... And yes I'm the girl your mum locked in a basement and tagged as demon possessed" I say with an air quote on the demon possessed."But here is something you should know.... The only demon possessed in this room is your bitch of a mother who killed her own sister and sold the daughter off to prostitution at age thirteen!" I add.Gabe and Maria both gasps as they turn to Patricia. "Mum?""Do not believe any fucking thing she is saying... You can't believe a whore!" She says panicked.I roll my eyes and throw down the documents that was exchanged between She and Sandy. "Isn't that enough proof that
"They call me Trigger" Lúis very deep voice booms in the tiny room and Sandy can't help but shiver in utmost fear. She blinks rapidly."Um... I don't think... We've met before have we?" She says trying to calm her voice, even when she is cowering with fear. "Yeah we haven't... Though I wouldn't wish we would have if I were you" Trigger says flatly."What do you want?"Trigger taps his fingers on the table. "You know if I hadn't drawn a line already... I will very much like you... Straight to the point... That's how I like it" He pauses. "Anyway, why I'm here?... I believe you have something of mine and I would like for it to be returned" Sandy blanches, her knuckles gripping the edge of her chair tightly, her face already a shade of stricken ash. "What...what... What do you mean?" She stammers."Pyaar.. Bliss Pyaar.. I want her back" Trigger bellows, hazel-green eyes blazing.Pyaar! She knew it! She fvcking knew he is here for Pyaar. That bitch has been doing nothing but bringing b
Lúis taps his feet endlessly on the floor, his hands presses together as he waits. He has never been this restless before, but as he watched his daughter fall limp in his hands, he felt it... The fear he had always dreaded. What if she dies just like Feenah? She can't die...She is the main reason why he has kept himself sane and alive.. Because he knew one day he would get her back from those bastards that killed his Feenah. He will make them suffer.... Suffer just like they had made his daughter suffer.Lúis couldn't believe it when the doctor told him what they had done to his daughter. Inverse hypnotherapy! They had fvcking wiped all memories of him away from her head. They had wiped away the happy memories all three of 'em had shared. And like Larry's son had said.. They had sold her off to prostitution, his daughter had fvcked men since she was thirteen, both young and old because of them. Lúis clenches his fists tightly and closes his eyes, trying to surpress the rage that was
"Dad is not gonna leave us again, is he?" My four years old self ask my mother curiously as we enter our home. We had just come back from a trip to the fun fair at the park. Dad doesn't stay with us, but he always come back. We had a video call with him yesterday and he told me to wait for him.. He said he is gonna come back, and he is not gonna leave again. I love my Father a lot, anytime he comes back from his trips, he would bring with him my favorite chocolates. Dad doesn't call me by my first name, he likes to call me 'Feenah' which is my middle name and also my mum's name."Of course Bliss, Dad isn't gonna leave again" Mum replies as an answer to my question. I grin widely at her and skip happily into the house with mum laughing behind.But I guess our happiness was meant to be short lived, because soon after we entered, three men entered forcefully. Mum and I were sitted on the couch watching my favorite cartoon when they entered. Immediately mum grabbed me and stood up.I lo
|•BLISS•|My lips are stretched into a thin smile as I step inside the house, reminiscing about everything that has happened today... Especially with Zeke.How could I have thought he would leave me? He didn't, instead he told me he loves me.He loves me. Me. Zeke fvcking Kian loves me."If you keep smiling like that, I'm going to assume you have gone insane Redhead"Redhead. I gasp in shock as my eyes snaps to the owner of that voice."Shane!" My happy mood is doubled when I see him and I find myself hurling into his hands in a warm hug."Hey redhead" he ruffles my hair and I grin up at him. It is when I see a young lady sitting beside him that I immediately release him.She should be his wife, and I just practically ogled her husband right at her front.I clear my throat and give her an apologetic smile. "Hi" I choke out."Oh this world is so cruel, why would you enter this place and ditch us all five girls for a guy that doesn't belong in our circle" Is the lady's reply t
|•ZEKE•|"Goodnight babe" I place a kiss on Blaze's forehead as she holds the doorknob. She smiles coyly at me."Goodnight" She replies and waves at me. I wave back and wait at the doorstep until I see that she is safely inside before I steer my bike back to my own apartment.As I hold the doorknob to push it open, I start to get a feeling that something is wrong somewhere, because first off the door is slightly open and from what I know Cole never makes a mistake of not closing the door fully neither does Ashton. I pull out my ever present pocket knife and hid it behind my back, then slowly I push the door and enter. My fears are confirmed when I switch the lights on amd my eyes come in contact with a man sitting cross legged on my couch, a stick of cigarette in his mouth."You are back" He says and puffs out a smoke. My eyes studies his surroundings for any sign of a weapon but I see none. Who the hell is this man?"Who the hell are you and how the fvk did you get in here""
|•ZEKE•|When I finally braced myself for Blaze's story, what I expected wasn't what I had to face. Okay maybe I wasn't expecting anything because of course I didn't even know what to make of it, but hearing Bliss talk about how brutal and savage her whole life has been snapped up something inside of me.Rage. Rage with a capital 'R', I didn't even know I could get annoyed to the extent of wanting to find the bastards that made her life miserable and finish them on the spot. Well, I think I know... It is the kind of Rage I feel when I think about my parents... How they were murdered before my very eyes, and how I will crush those murderers in between my fingers into flickers of dust as if they never existed. I clench my fists tightly as I listen to her talk, her voice clear but distant. How can humans be as inhumane and callous as Bliss' relatives especially her aunt. Selling her off to a prostitution company (or what else would I call Sandy's Bar?) At age thirteen. She was fvcking