Get away! I asked, trying to escape, hitting his chest. He just chuckled. You're scared of me? Why should I be afraid of you? Why do you steal people's pencils? I don't think so. His smile grew. You are funny. “Well, you’re not,” I said bitterly. He leaned toward me, his minty breath caressing my nose and lips. I tried to push him back, but he remained motionless. Leave me alone, Logan. His eyes widened when I said his name. I immediately covered my mouth with my hand like a child who just accidentally let out a secret. Logan leaned back, smiling. "You know my name," he said triumphantly. "You've been asking about me, haven't you, Anaís?" No! Of course not! I just... happened to hear someone say it. You're lying. I'm not lying! I answered nervously. Without being able to stop it, I was already blushing rapidly. I looked away, embarrassed. One of his hands took my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes again. I swallowed hard, his thumb brushing my bottom lip, his
Well, when I was a kid, I used to steal some snacks and then hide in the basement of my house to eat them. “Did I mention you’re weird?” I said, looking at all the candy. I hadn’t eaten my lunch, so I was a little hungry for the first time in weeks. Yeah, and we agreed that you're weird too, so it's not a big deal. He offered me the candy. "Do you want some?" I nodded, grabbing the bag. I started eating while Xander was telling some stories about his childhood. I laughed a lot with him; he was a very funny person. Hey, don't laugh! I'm sharing some very personal experiences, he tried to sound hurt. I'm sorry, but did you really try to cure your dog by giving him cough medicine? I laughed at the end of the sentence. Who does that? I was just an innocent child. Excuses, excuses, I muttered, rolling my eyes. You know what, Anna? I think you're bad, he said, sounding childish and then looking away. What? I'm not bad! I defended myself, trying to get his attention. Okay, wo
My sobs were the only sound that could be heard throughout the ceiling. I tried to control my tears, but they kept rolling down my face. Images of my little sister smiling and playing with me were breaking my heart. Logan held me tightly, as if he were trying to keep my pieces together. The pain was unbearable... I had never felt anything like this before. It was the first time I had allowed myself to feel the loss of my family, and it was devastating. I looked down, forcing the tears to fall straight into the air instead of rolling down my cheeks. Elise... her smile... How could she be gone? She was just a child... she couldn't have died; it had to be a nightmare. Elise... I whispered her name in a broken voice. I never thought saying her name would hurt me so much. Logan let go of me and turned me toward him. I was crying uncontrollably, but I kept my eyes on the ground. I felt so embarrassed. He held my face in both hands, his palms soft and cool against the damp skin of my
My ankles burned from the wild contact they made with the rough ground as I was dragged into the darkness. I struggled to free myself, but the hand over my mouth was pressed down very tightly. The one holding me was a very strong person and no doubt a man. I had to do it; I had to stop him. I used my elbow as a weapon and buried it in the attacker's stomach. He let out a groan of pain as he released me. I quickly fell to my knees. Émilie! I managed to scream, but before I could stand up, a hand yanked my hair harshly. I winced in pain as I was forced to my feet. I wanted to turn around and face the attacker… but I couldn’t. He pulled my hair in a sharp tug, making me arch backward. My back crashed into his chest. Releasing my hair, he slid his arm over mine, snugly against it, effectively limiting my movements. Émilie! Help me! I screamed as loud as I could. He used his free hand to cover my mouth, “Shhhhh.” I felt his warm breath on my ear. “Shhhhh, Anaís, shhhh, calm dow
“Where's Flynn?” I asked, trying to stop her babbling. “Don't even mention his name. That bastard...” she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Oh well, Flynn was exposed. Apparently, he had gotten involved with Sana, Lyra's friend. How shameless. “Lyra!” someone shouted from a group of men. Lyra ran off, leaving me alone once again. It seemed that this was Lyra's hobby. I began to fiddle with my fingers nervously. What's taking Xander so long? I felt like someone was watching me. I glanced around, and my eyes met a pair of black eyes. My heart raced for no reason. It was a brown-haired boy; he was staring at me blatantly. He leaned against the wall, holding a plastic cup in his hand. It looked so familiar to me. Those eyes... I was getting nervous, but for some reason, I couldn't look away. A smile formed on his lips as he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip. I frowned in confusion. “Here you go.” Xander's voice made me look away from the young man. I took
“Are you crazy?” I asked Logan, who was standing a few feet away from me. He seemed to be fiddling with the keys in his hand. “Why?” “Why did you lock the door?” “Didn't I tell you I like to tease you?” I frowned. “I think I did.” “Open the door,” I demanded seriously. I didn't like the idea of being alone with him since he could intimidate me very easily. Logan leaned against the wall, amusement plastered on his face. “No,” I sighed. “What are you doing here, Anaís?” I was always surprised at how well he pronounced my name. “That is none of your business.” “You're breaking at least four rules by being here.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “So?” “I thought you cared about keeping your record perfect.” “How do you know that?” “I just know,” he shrugged and smiled at me. I opened my mouth to say something but quickly closed it. Logan seemed to know a lot about me. The way he talked to me... it was like he knew everything about me. But how was that possib
Flashback……. It's very dark... Run! Can't. The metallic smell of blood invaded my nostrils. He's coming; you have to run. My hands touch the wall beside me to guide me, as there was no light of any kind. At the end of the hallway, I could see a large window, the moonlight seeping through the curtains, outlining the silhouette of a man. He... He was dressed all in black, his face covered in a kind of cloth that only allowed his mouth and eyes to be seen. His eyes... I can't see their color in this darkness. Anaís...- his voice sounded so calm, so soft, as if he were incapable of hurting anyone. I can’t move. He started to move towards me, and I could only watch him; my legs were not responding. As he came closer, the moonlight illuminated his body, allowing me to see the blood dripping from his hands, falling like a black liquid on the floor. Killer. Run….. He was getting closer and closer. His eyes... What color are your eyes? Are... I woke up with a start, breathi
What…? "You heard me," he joked, his grey eyes showing his amusement. I was very nervous because of his closeness. I gulped, feeling my throat dry. I could feel his strong arm around my waist, making it impossible for me to escape. "Let me go," I said, trying to free myself. "No, you owe me something," he added casually. My heart was beating fast inside my chest. "I'm not going to kiss you, Logan," I replied and felt his free hand take my chin. He leaned towards me little by little until our breaths mixed. "Logan, don't do it." "Why not?" His nose touched mine. He was so close; I couldn't concentrate. "Because..." My voice trailed off. "Why?" "Because I hate you," I answered, trying to look away, but his grip on my chin wouldn't let me. I was trapped. "You don't hate me," he declared arrogantly. His grey eyes looked into mine; I felt like I was melting. "Me..." A knock on the door interrupted me. I jumped in surprise, and Logan let me go. I could see the frustration on h
The next day, when she came down the stairs and her gaze was on us decipher emotions, I knew Anaís was back and it was time to remind her. Logan….. Days after. I had to wait a few days for Anaís to be able to look me in the face and talk to me, we didn't talk about what happened between us, we didn't have to and to be honest, we love each other. I need you to come with me. Anaís wrinkled her eyebrows at the ice cream I offered her, “Ice cream?” Just came. We left the house, heading to the trees where I had installed a couple of swings the previous few days. She furrowed her eyebrows, taking a lick of her ice cream, What is this? Ice cream and swings? Aren't you too old for this? I smiled widely at him, “Just sit down.” She did so, her free hand gently stroking the metal rope at her side, a confused expression taking over her face. Mason had looked at me reluctantly, -You recreate the place, the moment as much as you can and this might help her remember it, - he paused, But
No.- she interrupted me, -Don't lie, grey eyes. I'll give you another chance because I'm in a good mood, and honestly, it would be a waste to kill Adam, he's good. I don't know what I feel for her, but it's the closest thing to love I've ever felt in my entire life.- I said honestly, She... - I could feel Mason and Adam's eyes on me, -She makes me believe that my diagnosis is wrong and that I can feel. The red princess narrowed her eyes, “Since when? Why her?” I didn't want to say it, but I knew I had to tell the truth, "I met her when I was twelve." Mason furrowed his eyebrows. The memory was as clear in my mind as if it had been yesterday. Are you crying? - she asked me curiously. I looked up to see a little blonde girl with an ice cream in her hand and a flowery dress with too many colors. I quickly wiped my tears away, embarrassed. She sat on the swing next to mine without saying anything. We stayed silent for a while, until she spoke after taking a lick of her ice cream, Whe
Adam. Blood dripped from my knuckles in a slow but mesmerizing rhythm. Mason remained silent, leaning against a tree with his hands crossed over his chest. There was no reason for him to be here anymore, I had calmed down and had no more bullets. Maybe he didn't want to go back and have to deal with what was going on in there either. I clenched my fists, causing more blood to pour out of the cuts on my knuckles. I wanted to say it hurt, but no, my pain tolerance was impressive thanks to all those years of dealing with it. Physical pain was an area I had under control, emotional discomfort was another matter. Emotional discomfort... A self-mocking smile formed on my lips. But then, what is all this shit that I feel? That was a question I had never found an answer to. Maybe I confused the feeling of losing an object of fun with jealousy or something else, but it didn't matter anyway. I heard footsteps and within seconds I had Logan standing in front of me at a safe distance. Hi
Adam… I shouldn't have let her go like that. Anaís was disturbed by that kiss; I knew it, and yet I had let her run away from me like that. I had to make it clear to her, to make her understand that she and I had history, long before Logan and Mason got into this. I paced back and forth in my room. Should I go to her? I didn't want to overwhelm her either; it would only push her away from me. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, not knowing what to do. I shouldn't have lost control and kissed her like that, although a part of me was happy with her reaction—she kissed me back. Maybe her feelings were coming back. Maybe she was coming back to me. A smile formed on my lips; that would make me the happiest man on the planet. I had abandoned everything for her; I had done the unimaginable for her well-being and to keep her by my side. I just needed her to accept me for all this to be worth it; I didn't ask for anything else. Regaining my resolve, I left my room and headed
The darkness was stifling; I could barely breathe, my heart threatening to jump out of my chest. The daylight that filtered in under the door was barely enough to let me see Logan's silhouette a few feet away from me, but I couldn't see his face or his expression, and that scared me. Logan... My voice came out shakier than I expected, my throat dry, my hands sweaty. Logan didn't say anything, the silence gnawing at him. "Logan, open the door," I asked, praying that this was just a game that would last a few minutes. He wants you, Anaís. That voice again. That wasn't true; I was just a game to him, nothing more. You want him too, even if you don't want to admit it. No. Its darkness attracts you, intrigues you. No, that's not true. You want to see what lies beyond that cold demeanor. You want to see the man behind the indifference. You want to dig deep and find his humanity. No... I didn't realize I said it out loud until I heard it. I expected some sort of response or mocke
"They're not going to have you," he hissed in annoyance. "I know you'd never be that interested in them, and they wouldn't be able to force you." Won't they be able to force me? - I laughed sarcastically. - We're talking about two psychopaths, Adam; I think you should know that limits are not something they have. They have limits when it comes to you. I shook my head. - Suppose they don't do anything against my will; so what if they win? Logan and I already have history; what if I fall for him again? Adam didn't say anything; he just twisted his lips. So I continued, “Could you stand it?” I didn’t know where this strength came from to say these things. Seeing me with him every day? Seeing him touch me, kiss me, let me have sex in his room? Anaís... I took a step toward him, looking him straight in the eyes. Would you please? Adam clenched his jaw; he was angry, rage rolling off his posture in waves. I kept pressing it. Maybe he'll let you watch him make love to me and... A
I'm going crazy. And I know, because I'm starting to be like them. I silently observed each of their expressions, each gesture, each exchanged glance, analyzing, trying to make sense of all this madness. Struggling to find reasons, motives, weaknesses. The only difference was that no matter how hard I tried to act like them, I wasn't like them and never would be; there was only so much I could imitate or try to copy; everything had a limit. However, the little that I had noticed had to be of some use. Mason…. He was the most dangerous of all; he didn't take anything seriously, everything was a game to him, no matter how twisted and bloody it could get. Plus, he was extremely intelligent; that ability to manipulate and decipher people could be even more dangerous than any physical ability. Logan…. He was unpredictable, volatile behind that mask of coldness. I could see how unstable he could be when something didn't go his way or when something bothered him. Logan was easier to a
He took two steps toward me. "You say you hate me, but you can't, and that makes you angry." Don't come near me. He didn't stop, forcing me back until the back of my knees touched the bed behind me. "Despite everything, you can't help but feel the way you feel about me." I hate him, I hate him; he's a murderer. I keep repeating it in my head over and over again. But Logan didn't let me think; he grabbed me by the waist tightly with one arm, sticking me to him. I struggled, trying to free myself. —Let me go, Logan! He gave me that signature crooked smile of his. I missed you, Anaís. Before I could say anything, he used his free hand to grab me by the neck and smash his lips against mine. Those soft lips that were so familiar and that I had kissed so many times still felt good against mine, but I couldn't respond. I fought against that feeling of comfort and pushed him away. Logan stepped back, smiling. I slapped him as hard as I could. —Don't you ever do that again. Logan con
Memories………Blood... So much blood on my hands... I move my fingers in front of my face, warm blood sliding down them, running down my palms to my wrists and falling into the void. Stop... That soft voice... angelic... I turned around, but there was only darkness around me. Where am I? I'll bite you back, red princess. Mason's voice in the distance made me fall to my knees, a sharp pain spreading through my head, squeezing my skull, making me gasp in agony. I'm not interested in you; I'm interested in Anaís. It hurts so much. I heard footsteps approaching me; they were slow and steady. Whoever it was was in no hurry. Holding my throbbing head, I managed to stand up, staggering from side to side. The light came back around me, blinding and imposing, and there in front of me was my father. Dad? —I couldn't believe it. I hurried towards him. —Dad, my head hurts so much. Standing in front of him, my father smiled and hugged me, but instead of feeling good, it was the opposite