"It's nothing much, Princess" My stepdad tried to pat my head but I hit his hand away "Common, let's get you to school" he stood up.
My gaze remain on my Mum that refused to look at my face. She kept looking at my hands that were folded across my chest.
"When is he coming?" I asked my Mum.
Her lazy gaze looked up to My stepdad who cleared his throat awkwardly. Although I didn't look back to see what he was doing, but with the way My mum was watching him and i felt him closer, I knew he was walking back. To to prove myself, I felt his warms palms on my shoulders as he squeezed them gently.
"Just one of these days and It
The whole day, I can say I didn't say a word. Lucky me, no teacher asked me one of their usual annoying questions like I am the only one covering their head in class. At the time I wonder if covering the head affects the aid of hearing, another time, I wonder why teachers are the most pathetic humans. They would teach you, give your assignments, projects, text, and still give your exam! We trusted them enough and accepted their teaching why won't they do the same and assume we already know the topic and don't see exams. Frankly, it is not a problem at all but it kind of annoys me at times. Setting up the same questions in different methods just to test our intelligence and some still fail. Good thing, not every teacher is like Mr. Matthew our matches teacher. I am extremely grateful I won't be needing the subject after high school if not, my next plan would be to kill
It's Friday, Officially the second week of my detention. The worst week of my life and the week I wish I could delete from my memory but it can never happen. Successful, I have ignored Devin and Xavier the past two days. Good thing, we were asked to study extra hours on subjects we were not good at. Mine was history, so frustrating Mr. Caylord prosponted the project because majority of the class were not ready. That means, another time together with Nigel. The least I want is to keep getting his annoying and mischievous glance. I don't know how to put it but he seems more to me like Devin now with fresh bruises every day. After the nose bleeding and Neck bruises, Nigel came to school twice again this week with broken lips and a small cut on nose. It's a huge surprise that I haven't heard much or seen anything about the video he threatened to post online. Somet
Frankly, I didn't how all this adds up somehow without me knowing from the start. It's was just yesterday that step dad told me about this and here I am looking at him. Flesh and blood after all these years. I stood rigid, watching at my current parents face before lookinga at my dad who has a high smile on his face. With his hands wide, he pulled into a tight hug which was kind of a bit awkward as all I did was stood still. James (my real dad) pulled out before he cleared his throat clumsily. He both sides of his lower lips with his index and thumb before turning to my Mum with a wide grin on his face. He licked his lower lips before throwing his hand up and let it drop, slapping it hard on his sides. "My baby!" He shouted "My Emilia is a big girl and I don't even know how old she is..." He trailed off as he turned to look at my face "Are you fourteen you know it's
Even though feeling awkward After what I had done with Xavier and meeting my real dad in the morning, the idea of just vanishing became the worst thing ever thought of. Back at school, I would be ready to meet again with my extremely annoying project partner Nigel. I haven't even settled my mind when I felt someone breeze past me. With the way the warm body touched me, I knew that fella did it intentionally. I look to see the only person I surprisingly expected. "hey junk, remember our project is today?" Nigel interrupted my thought. Immediately without saying anything, I looked away. The last thing I wanted is any more shit, and trust me, if not for the fear of calling my parents or getting my detention extended, I would live to kick this...chuck in the ball. Grumbling what I had no idea of and looked up to find the freak still waiting for a response. This can't be happening....not now! A sly smile appeared on my lips as I pretend to search for someone
EMILIA'S POV I felt calm then as lying to him felt better than being with him and that was with ease. Heck! remembering my section in detention made me sick almost immediately. I avoided some group of students who were looking at me for no good reason, maybe I didn't know. Walking to the detention room, looking tired and helpless but still looking straight up and healthy, I wish I could just give up. Worst still, I overheard that Gabby is now feeling better which means, she might likely resume soon. Sleeping my forehead as I took my seat, ignoring the killing stare I am getting from everyone including my stepbrother almost made me want to vanish. Gosh! Staying in a room with the people you hate the most can be as frustrating and painful as waxing your Vjay area. Once they are gone, you feel well again. Most of the time, You would just want to kill them over every little thing they do even if is for them to breathe. To blink would be like stalking you in the h
XAVIER'S POV From where I sat, I saw Emilia shake. Her face went colorless as she fumbled with her table before turning back to look at Eva and Nili with tears in her eyes. As I stood up and pull off my shirt, Ignored the teacher's shocked face. She gulped as she opened her mouth and closed it back without saying anything a word. Emily looked drenched in her own sweat as I walked close to her and stood directly behind her chair. "Fuck off!". I slapped Eva's phone as she kept struggling to get the full footage of Emily's stained dress as she got up. Let's say I expected a bit of it but it's just so crazy as Eva didn't respond. She just stared at me with her mouth open and licked her lower lips. My hands went around Emily's slender waist as I tied both hands of my short sleeve shirt on her waist. "What is going on there?". Oh! So she can talk?I looked up from Emily's hips to see the blank face of the lady in front of me. Wow! How did she leave her seat
The fake smile that has been on my face vanished. Nothing could replace it not even my signature smirk as all I want is not to cry. I don't need to ask her if she meant it again. "Great". I picked up my blood-stained shirt as I walked out of the toilet. Good thing the school seems dey as no one heard or saw me walking out. Looking at the stained shirt, I shrieked inwardly, reminding myself not to wear this shirt again even if I love it so much. Thinking about it alone made me chuckle as I walked to the detention calls back. Opening the door with my head down as if it could no longer stand, I walked in bare. I ignored Devin's stern look, ignored Eva and Nili's disgusting gaze in my nipples, and walked to my previous seat. 'I want nothing more at the point but to delete you in my fucking life!!!'. Emily's words came, pierce into my heart like a dagger. I fought the urge not to cry as I grab my pen and before I knew it, the next thing I am staring at is my
EMILIA'S POV This is what I need now, mom's hug. I just buried my face in her shoulders and cried. At this point, I can't tell what I am crying for. Is it my real dad showing up when I least expected him, or the fact that I am having something to do with Xavier and feel guilty? What about having to deal with detention when I am not supposed to. Okay, let's cry over the visible one. I can't just go crying because I hate my birth father. "They have my face on camera" I sniffed as she pats my back "They have it on camera". Mom sighed, she kisses my neck and shush me. "It's okay, you are just a woman and people do make mistakes even though I did the same". I froze. Yeah, I get my mum has always been Mrs perfect. She never gets to do any mistakes and I wonder if she is even human at times. When cleaning, she would come to spot dirt in the sparkling sink you just cleaned. Do you want to talk about how she brings out cobwebs from my wardrobe when I obvio
I turned to Mom who was wiping her eyes. She had tears welled in them and Dad just hugged her. "It's over," he told her. "You don't have to worry anymore.""It just feels so unreal. I can't believe everything is fine now.""Me too."I honestly couldn't believe it. It was just too good to be true and I didn't know how to feel about it.She gave me a nod and pulled me into a hug. I remained there for a while before Dad asked us to get ready to leave. We strode happily to where the car was parked.We got home and I walked to my room it felt good having a separate room, I liked how it felt. I heard a scream and rushed out to see what was happening."Mom?""Emily! Xavier just got admission into a college in the Los Angeles!"My jaw dropped in excitement and I turned to Xavier. It was good news but Xavier didn't look happy. I turned my gaze to him and my eyes met his. He was staring blankly at me."What's wrong?" I asked him. "This is good news, Xavier.""I guess."His reply was cold and his
ONE MONTH LATER.The cold wind and fresh aura made me smile. I stood beside James watching his jet. Apparently, he was getting ready to leave and I didn't know how to feel about it.It was just the two of us standing there and there was silence. I wish I could hear everything he was thinking of. I felt the sensation and I knew more than ever that I was going to miss James.His lips formed a small smile like he heard what I was thinking and I just twitched my lips. I needed to enjoy the moment because it may be the last time I'd see him. I also knew his ailment had given him a short period of time to live and I really felt bad.I had no idea why I was feeling all those emotions at that point. There was this strong urge to hug him and just remain in his hugs. I remembered how welcoming and warm his arms were but I stopped myself. I didn't have to be overly emotional.I was trying hard not to think about James dying but I couldn't help it and before I knew it, a sob escaped my mouth. Tea
I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Xavier. He was staring at me with a small smile tugged on his lips. I got scared at first but the feeling faded and I felt okay."Why are you staring at me?" I asked with a frown."Why didn't you report James to the cops?"I knew he was going to ask that, I just didn't think it was going to be by 3 fucking a.m."I can't.""Why?""I can't even though I want to kill him myself. I know everything, I know the shitty things you did, I know you sold drugs."He twitched his like and continued looking at me. "Do you still sell drugs or do you deliver them in your sleep?"I grabbed the blanket and placed it on my body, turning to the other side to sleep."I need to sleep, leave me alone."He scoffed and I rolled my eyes. "I hate you."I heard him giggle, "I love you too," he responded.* * * *The door slamming open made me open my eyes. It was morning but I was hoping I could sleep a little longer."Emily, get up."Mom grabbed my hands before I c
The moment Mom asked if I saw James, my chest heaved. "No," I replied and twitched my lips. I didn't want to keep talking about him because of the emotions I felt whenever I thought of him."Emily."We turned and it was Xavier. I ran to him immediately and threw my hands around him. He hugged me back, even tighter. I couldn't believe I missed Xavier this much, it was hurting."I'm so sorry," he said as he hugged me. No one else was going to understand, not even Mom. "It's not your fault," she told him."The police found someone involved."My heart raced faster, I felt bad for James. He was going to die and I didn't want him to die in jail."Hi, excuse me." The doctor walked into us and turned to Mom. "There's been no form of abuse, she's fine.""She's fine?""Yes, she is," The doctor confirmed and gave a friendly smile.Mom gave a nod and appreciated him. She stood up from the chair and looked at me. "I need to go and feed Devin, no one is coming for him."I gave a nod, I understood h
I tried to open my eyes and the sunlight hurts them. I tried to figure out what was happening and I realized I was in someone's arm.I freed my eyes again and realized it was James and he was taking me out of the enclosed room. At that point I felt an adrenaline rush in me.He dropped me down and I felt hot tears roll down my eyes, I couldn't believe it. I hugged him right without thinking and cried into his arms.He returned the hug and just remained calm, watching me. I had no idea why I was crying and hugging him but I needed the hug.When I pulled away from his hug, he looked at me and smiled faintly. "You can do what you want now. Call the cops and tell them I rescued you from the teenagers who kidnapped you."Was he asking me to go?"Just go down the road, you'll figure your way. I'll have someone follow you from a distance just so you arrive home safely.""There's no camera Emily, I have my men dismount them so, the choice is yours. I love you."With that, he turned and entered
EMILY'S POVEvery minute I stayed locked in here makes me want to throw up. It feels like I’ve been kidnapped for years, I already lost count of days but I knew it was already weeks. My head split in pain as I tried to recall the incident. I was arguing with Xavier when I got pushed into a moving van. The details of the kidnap were blurry and I couldn’t remember much.I still have no idea how I survived the first day ‘cause panic attacks made me nauseated and disorganized. Their faces all scared life in me, I thought they were going to kill me because of how fierce they looked. The highest punishment I got for kicking one of the guy’s balls was a hard slap.It was hard enough to redden my face but not kill me, I wondered why they were being so careful with me till I overheard their discussion saying they sold me to a rich man and he didn’t want me bruised.I threw up hearing it and the rest turned out to be blurry vision and a bad headache. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a di
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat the moment she looked at me. I looked at Devin and he was growling like he was going to pass out.She lowered her stance to him and cleaned him up without saying anything. You would never believe they knew themselves before now. I didn't care though, I just wanted to get away and that was my concern.When she was done cleaning his wounds, she turned the first aid box to where I was and used a wipe to clean off the surface of the bruises I sustained.I flinched when her hands touched my face and the iodine dropped on my injury."Fuck."She didn't apologize or say a thing. She just turned her box away when she was done. Devin and I remained silent for a while before we heard footsteps and turned our heads in the direction if the door. She had returned with two plates of food. She dropped it in front of us with bottles of water and latched the door.Devin hungrily grabbed the plate and spooned rice into his mouth. I looked at him wondering if
My eyes glinted open and I felt a sharp pain. I could feel the chill from the breeze cutting straight through my damp body.I felt a metallic taste in my mouth, I turned and realized where I was. I was in a room with no ventilation. My face was bruised and I could feel the dried blood clot on my body. I tied to move but realized my hands were still tied to the pole and I couldn't move.My eyes turned to the growling sound and I saw the hefty man who injected Devin beating him up. He was growling as the punches landed on his body.On the other side of the room, a bloodied man was laying on the floor. Devin was getting beaten for doing that to the man. Couldn't he just wait till we realized where the fuck we were?I scoffed and struggled to break free but the ropes holding my hands together had a grip hold. I paused after several trials and just looked at Devin who looked like he was about to die. He needed to get treated because his wounds were susceptible and they looked like it was g
I walked out of the sitting room glad the police didn't want to interrogate me yet. They probably felt he was saying all that because he was accused and it made me feel a rush of relief.I opened the door to my bedroom and looked around. The mess I made on Emily's bed was still there and I didn't have the energy to clean up yet. I knew she wasn't going to yell at me for messing up her bed because she wasn't there and it hurt me to think of her absence.I turned my face away and walked to my bed. I sat on my bed and fell on my back. I looked at the ceiling, thinking of nothing but how to sneak out of the house.Devin had a plan he says we need to see and talk about. I wondered if he had other motives in mind when he sent his invitation but I was blank. I could ask him to tell me the plan over the phone but he would refuse and say it had to be a physical meeting."Fucking hell," I scoffed in an undertone and turned to the other side of the bed. It was only 8 pm and I could get some slee