Run away mum

Paloma~

The letters had started coming in two years ago and had not stopped ever since, you had to hand it to him though, douchebag and life wrecker extraordinaire did not seem to be enough for his resumé, I often wondered what harm he'd want to cause this time after abandonment for the past seven years, there was not much he could do that could probably cause me pain, not that he was getting a chance to try though.

"Burn it." I tell Sal over the phone, "shred it, do what ever you want with it, just make sure it's destroyed!"

"Oma." he calls softly to me "you should at least try-"

"No!" I say cutting him off "I have a lot of shit going on Sal and I am grateful for your advice but no, destroy the fucking letter Sal."

"You can't run from this forever Oma." he says. "No matter what, you can't run from this."

"Watch me." I tell him "I am his daughter afterall, goodbye Sal."

I put an end to the call before he could make anymore convincing statements, I had my problems of my own, problems that did not seemed to locate me even inside the apartment.

"Ooma!" Casey screams as she staggers into the apartment. ''What did you do?"

She purses her lips in annoyance and I try to wiggle my way out of the situation.

"What did I do?" I ask in a squeaky voice. "Oww, my head hurts!"

"Let it hurt Oma, just let it hurt." she says spraying light spittle. "You punched Orion fucking Matthews in the nose!"

"I did?" I ask feigning mock surprise. "Oh I simply must apologize!"

For a moment she looks like she's about to hurl her heels at me with surprising speed or probably rip out my large intestine and feed it to vultures, but then a smile spreads across her face and in a moment she's laughing.

"I wish I could have seen it." she says between laughs. "Only you would punch a pretty boy in the nose for kissing you."

"Well he was all up in my space." I pout. "And his tongue was too fat, he was choking me!"

This elicits another roar of laughter from her and soon her eyes are watering with unshed tears.

"Paloma Elizabeth Williams, you'll be the death of me." she says. "I have a fucking hangover and you're giving me a bloody headache, I will tell you to be ready for the music, this isn't highschool, you'll need to be careful."

"When have I ever not been careful." I ask with a smile "I'm a ninja of carefulness!"

"Just be ready to face the music." she says. "And no more punching pretty boys careful ninja."

"Yes ma'am." I say with a mock salute. "And I'll be ready."

In the end, It was my conscience that wrung me out. College wasn't highschool, they were no bitches to say mean things about you just because their boyfriend oogled your backside for a bit, and definitely no one to slut shame or dunk your head in a smelly toilet for punching the football jock.

There was none of that here, no one to gnaw at me except my conscience, it seeped in every time, I rounded a bend or came across a corner as I half expected to run into him, I could hear his name in every lecture, it seemed weird that the worst punishment came from me, a slow torture of my own kind. I wasn't sorry don't get it wrong but guilty, I should've been less 'crazy violent'.

I was relieved to have a break between classes, the only thing taking my mind off him was the fact that Casey was waiting for me at the Cafe, but one look at me and her brows creased with concern .

"You look like a lonely wet noodle." she commented

"Thanks." I reply with a smile "I feel like a lonely wet noodle."

"So what's going on." she asks between sips of her latte.

"Besides the consequences of my actions." I say with mock laughter. "Nothing much I guess, other than the fact that I feel like crappy fuck."

"Must be last night booze." she commented. "You were never good with alcohol."

There's a sputter as Casey begins to choke on her latte.

"Don't look now but Your prince charming just walked in with a whole bunch of hotties."

I did look, and there he was with a glowing purple bruise on his nose where my fist had caught him, I looked at him and his friends as they took the table right adjacent to ours, ours locked and instantly I pulled away from his smouldering glare.

"He's looking at you!" Casey says with far more excitement than I anticipated.

""Casey!" I let out a subtle growl

Her excitement is cut short amd she stares at her latte, I can't leave not with them there, there's a sharp intake of breath from Casey tells me that he's approaching our table and a subtle tap on my shoulder sends a cold resonation down my spine.

"Hi." I say whipping my head back so fast i hear it crack.

His eyes are fixated directly on me.

"Hello." He said in a lush baritone that had my lady parts tingling. "Can I sit?"

"Yes." Casey says beating me to a reply, giving him a small smile.

He drags out a seat and all the while he stares at me intensely.

"So." Casey says trying to break the tension "How's things."

If i had a nickel for how many times Casey blundered up in situations I'd have enough to own a palace.

"Look." I say bursting the quite uncomfortable bubble "Look if this is about punching your nose-"

"It isn't." he says simply cutting me off. "It was wrong of me to assume, didn't know you were a virgin."

I bite back a gasp and Casey looks at me with a sort of wide eyes as if I'd left out parts of the story that should have been included under the information guidelines!"

"Oh no." He says simply with a hint of passiveness. "I'm sorry if it's rude."

There's a glimmer in his eyes, egging me on, some part of me feels like he wanted a glimpse of the girl he met yesterday, see the girl that lashed out again like an unconditioned freak just so he could learn to train me, the looks in his eyes was dangerous and danger was not a water i was ready to tread on.

"No." I say with as much composure as I can muster. "You are not wrong anyway, it is hard to find a good man who can sate my needs."

Casey splutters her drink once more but of Orion is a bit frazzled he doesn't show it but a thin smile appears on his lips.

"Hmm." He says simply and I swear his eyes roam my body once over.

"I need to get to class." Casey says and proceeds to get up.

"No." He says simply "Don't make up excuses for my sake, I was just going back, besides I'm sure of I'll he seeing more of you Paloma.."

He stands up and walks to his table and I swear his arse and back clench just to elicit my attention.

"Rich prick." I mutter under my breath

"Not a prick, Paloma." he says loudly, "but you'll know soon."

Shit!, What sort of freaky hearing was that or maybe I was a little too loud with it.

Casey felt quite uncomfortable after our little tete-à-tete but I tried to put on a brave frontier, but the seed of his dominance was seeping into me, even with the broken nose, I was beginning to realize just how much highschool was different from here, and I was sure that wouldn't be the last I saw of Orion.

I tried to wrap my head around my day as I strolled back to the apartment, I'd barely gotten my bearings and my mind was in shambles again, I wanted to talk to him and yet I wanted to be invisible, to crawl under a rock and to forget about this.

Casey had been careful not to pry too much and I didn't even have any info for her considering that I was as confused as she was, he hadn't exactly been too clear with his cryptic routine and I felt somewhat of a foreboding to what came next, I didn't want to involve myself and yet here i was again, completely involved.

I do not even notice my surroundings until I'm at my apartment door and I'm just about to enter when my phone rings, it's Sal again.

"Sal." I say picking up the phone.

"I already told you to-

"No it's not that." He says in a panicked tone. ''It's your mother Oma, she's gone."