CLAIRE.Evie told the whole school that I was addled with some sort of disease and my life had gone worse from then on. I'd been mocked, laughed at, insulted. The only good thing in my life currently was Scott who had been the most supportive boyfriend ever. Infact, he'd started withdrawing from Evie and I could tell that she'd noticed and it angered her because her childish cruelty at home had increased, so much so that I barely ever went to sleep completely, lest she came into my room to do something diabolical. The last time she'd come into my room this week, I'd forgotten to turn the lock, she'd trashed my hidden library. I knew she didn't work alone because Becky was the only one that knew where I had hidden them. I still got angry when I thought about it and I was steaming with anger even before I got to my class. Our English Teacher, Ms. Wells looked up from the book she was reading and I smiled at her, walking past and heading straight for my desk. Just as I stepped past her,
ALEXAKIS.Marcus stood before me, gripping the package tight in his hands. We'd arrived at the hotel a few minutes ago and despite our best efforts to coerce the personnels at the front desk to let us go up and meet with this 'important client,' we were told to wait till they got confirmation from said client before we went up. And we're yet to get anything back from him, even though they'd called his suite ten minutes ago -a maid of his picked up the call. Currently, a security guard stationed in the lobby had been staring at Marcus and it was making the big guy here very fidgety. I thought that we'd never looked more guilty with the way he was squeezing the package. Marcus saw me looking down at his hands and looked down as well, immediately releasing his grip lest he bursted the package. I looked away from him and around the lobby, frowning when I saw two men step out from the private elevator that one of the ladies at the front desk told us led up to the client's suite. I turned
CLAIRE.I pushed into the house, having passed through the backdoors because Becky had some friends over and although she was cruel, she didn't want her friends to see her that way. She wanted to be seen as this nice, caring stepmother who overlooked all the flaws her stepdaughter had. I wasn't in the mood to act nice to Becky or to even see her, and I know she'd try to act worried that I'd been sent from school. Sighing, I gently pulled the door close and walked quietly up to my room. A floorboard creaked and I heard Becky and her friends pause, listening closely -even though Becky definitely knew I was around. She resumed talking after a while, telling them that I must've brought in a stray cat again. As if. Disgusted with her and myself and my entire life, I shut the door to my room and lay on the bed, silently fuming at how unfair today had been. Evie and Becky had no right to play with my schooling and the sad thing is that Father wouldn't blink twice at such an act, he'd simpl
Claire.Strolling down to school was almost no fun for me. Sometimes, I wished I had friends I could walk with, talk about boys with, make memories with or hell; something that would make my dad see me. But that didn't seem like my life. I never believed in such a fairytale. My life had no clue what a bed of roses meant. Evie does want my boyfriend, not because she likes him but because she wants everything I have. And now, making out with him? That was more hurtful than watching those animals, pierced by my dad's arrows because this was something of mine; oh yes my dad, very ruthless with that. Sometimes, I tried to put myself in the shoes of these wolves; what if I was one? This was how I would be hunted? Must be no fun at all. But it sure has its perks, you know. I wouldn't mind running naked in the woods, not caring about a thing, enjoying the cool wind mixed with the dew and smell of fresh, flourishing trees filling my lungs and blasting my hairy skin, making every strand of it
Claire.I was in no mood for small talk. I walked down the street, drowning in my thoughts about what played out a few hours ago. It's been ten years since mum left us and all he could say was, leave the past in the past? The audacity! Did he not love mum? Was it all fake? Is that how love works? Becky must have enjoyed the show; sitting in the corner with that wicked grin of hers. I just needed somewhere I could unwind. My cave seemed befitting. So, here's what happened; I woke up this morning, reminiscing mum's memories, how she always took care of dad and me. We were a lovely family, there was no hate like there is now. I wished I could turn back time just to be under her arms again on the couch as she stroked my forehead or maybe I would have gone with her. That'll save me from all the trouble I was facing. I went down the stairs, hoping that I would be free of some chores as it was a special day for me but I met dad in the living room, laughing and talking with his wife, Becky
Alexakis.Killing with Marcus was the most fun I had in a while. I enjoyed the blood rush in the heat of the moment; my blood pumping fast, all my veins craving the blood of the human and the zeal to kill. Who would have thought Marcus was going to be my partner in this? After that day, we hung out a few times, drinking and talking about it all. Well, he did most of the talking because I hardly said anything. It was a bit tiring for him, but what could he do? He had to make do with what he had at the moment; a friend that shared in his killing interest. I also became a person of interest to Angelo. He liked the way I handled the previous job and wanted me to keep at it. Might as well be his right-hand man after Marcus. I felt like I had found my place, I was accepted with open arms even though they didn't know everything about me. But that didn't matter. All Angelo cared about was a mercenary that asked no questions; that mercenary was me. "Alex, Alex." He called as he walked past m
Alexakis.In preparation for the fight, we had different press people coming up to do interviews, make videos of me while I worked and the like. I did like the attention but I didn't know if I was the right press anyway. My opponent seemed to have had a cycle of aggressive pasts, always leaving his opponents unconscious all because the referee wasn't strong enough to hold him down. They stopped him from fighting for a while but it seems like he was out again. I wanted to make sure he stays down this time. They called us in for a last interview before the match and this guy kept making deadly faces at me. I ignored it all because it was all going to be settled in the ring."So how do you feel about this match, Alex? Are you pumped about it?" A journalist asked during the interview. Thankfully, Angelo was there and ready to answer my questions. I'm sure he must have told them about my talking problem beforehand."Yes, of course, he's super pumped. As you saw earlier, he's been practis
CLAIRE.I was stumbling through the woods, racing home like something is after me. What I saw shouldn't have frightened me because I've seen a lot of fights in my whole life, but the brutality with which wolf man -who I now realized was called Alex- had delivered the blows, punch after hard punch cause the blood to drain out of my face, so much so that I became dizzy just rethinking about what had happened. I'd never wanted a fight to end like the way I needed that particular one to. At first, I'd been worried for him because his opponent wasn't easy on him and had won the first round. But then, Alex had switched up and shown the man who really owned the fight. I shivered and pulled my sweater tighter around me, speed walking through the path. The lights at home were still on and it told me that the time wasn't as late as I'd thought. I quietly pushed open the door, wincing when it squeaked a little. I was just about to climb the stairs when Becky stepped into the hallway, her gaze