(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)Boredom and a little bit of curiosity gets me roaming the internet, typing werewolves on the search engine and instantly, I am given results of the movie twilight and other werewolf dramas. What am I expecting?I scroll down, skipping images and redirecting links. There isn't much about them, I guess if they really are top secret of the government, there won't be articles about them on the internet.Curiosity gets me typing something else; witches and again is met with few to no articles. I tapped on one, entering a website and it talks about witches.I read through the article. Witches are rare compared to werewolves and they have powers that are beyond the comprehension of humans. Witches are born with powers passed down from generation to generation, their powers can erupt the balance of the universe and most of them possess the ability to travel time and tell the future. Witches are phenomenal and only exist one in a thousand.“What are you doing?” Vance's
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)“You look gorgeous,” That's the first thing Miss Katherina says as soon as I arrive at the venue and gets out of the car as she waits for me outside the building.I'm wearing a red ankle length dress with a slit at the front that reaches my thigh and a pair of black heels. My hair is done neatly and my face is touched with makeup.I smile at the compliment. “Thank you, Miss Katherina, you look beautiful too,” She offers me a hand. “Ready?”I look at the massive building. Inside determines my future for the Olympics and how many sponsors I get. I look back at Miss Katherina and take her hand. “Let's party,” I voice and she escorts us inside the building.The inside is one hell of a luxury. The floors are shining and the ceiling is just as gleaming with beautiful chandeliers, there are few tables here and there and it's filled with people of different occupations. This is an event that comes every three years where every skater from all organizations in Chicago
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)I've always hated being threatened. I glare at her. “That photo is taken without consent and I can sue you for that,”She laughs out loud. “Oh please, Ahvi. You can go ahead and sue me, between us, we both know who's going to lose our careers,” she stares at me mockingly and shakes her head in fake pity. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor thing. Ten years of hard work is going down the drain,” I grip hard on the side of my dress. She's crazy and I know she's going to do everything to ruin me. “What do you want?”“Bingo!” She snaps her fingers in thrill, eyes glittering with a wicked hint. “It's easy. I want you to go out there and announce to everyone that you are nothing but a shameless whore who bangs her sponsors and stepbrother, how about that?” she stalks towards me, her jaw clenching. “I've hated you right from the day Miss Xenia introduced you to us. I saw the way she looked at you like a rare gem, I saw the way everyone looked at you, you stole the spotlight from me
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)I walk into the kitchen to find Damien cooking over the oven with his back turned to me. I lean against the door wall and shamelessly scan my eyes over him.He's dressed in a pair of gray lounge pants and a henley shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbows. He looked homely and comfy and he looks mine—a wide grins occupies my lips as the thought crosses my mind.“I know you're standing there,” The suddenness of his voice makes me jerk in a bit startle and I push myself off the kitchen wall and slowly approach him and he turns to me. “Hi,” I shyly tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Hi,” he says back with a smile, then passes me to the kitchen aisle where different types of Ingredients are laid.“What are you making?” I stand beside him as he takes a place of one pound large bowl of shrimp, peeled and deveined.“Shrimp and vegetable skewers with peanut sauce. The kids are coming over,” The kids, he meant Zach, Dean, Henry and Scar, they are barely the
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)Graduation is near and I am jumping in excitement knowing I'm finally going to leave that hell hole called school, gosh its like going through torture over and over again. I hate it.“Slow down, princess,” Damien says, trying to keep up with my pace as I drag along in a shopping mall. It took a lot of pleading for him to escort me. I have a hand hooked under his arm like a claim—he looks good like this—I don't like the glances he's getting. “Ahvi is already there, I don't want to keep her waiting for long and I get to introduce you two,” I says.“I believe I've met your friend before. There's no need for further introductions,”I roll my eyes. “You were a doctor treating your patient and now you are my boyfriend, that doesn't count.” We take the unit to the top floor of the shopping mall. Ahvi and I had booked a private suite to try on as many dresses as we could. Reaching there, there's a sales person standing at the door.“Miss Raven, you are finally here
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)I sigh for the nth time from where I sits on the couch of the livingroom, my mom sitting across me, browsing through her phone while stealing glances at me anytime a sigh leaves me and once again, I exhales a enervate and fagged sigh and that does for it for her as she slams her phone down on the space beside her and shoots me a glare. “Can you stop it, I'm trying to concentrate here! If you are so fucking bored, go race or something. Don't you have exams, go study. Don't distract me!” She snarls and I roll my eyes.I wish I could go racing or something but I can't. The stadium is being renovated and the guys are with their jobs, I can't be a nuisance and then, I haven't seen Damien in a week—I freaking miss him and I've had enough studying, Ahvi is probably with Vance so that leaves me here, feeling bored out of my mind. I suppress a grunt of anguish.Just then, Dad comes down the stairs in a suit. Instantly, a switch goes on in my head and I reach him as soo
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)You know there's a saying—if you want something to happen, you make it happen yourself and that's what I had in mind as I amble out of the elevator to the top floor of Damien's company building two days later. I beam as I stroll towards his office, waving at his secretary behind her desk who looks like she wants to say something but thinks otherwise and shuts her mouth; she better.God! I miss Damien! I can feel my skin crawl with each passing day without seeing him or getting his kisses. It's like I live for those kisses and I'm here to get some.Getting to the door, I find it slightly open but it's the voice coming from the other side that makes me pause and listen.“When are you going to settle down? It's high time someone else bare your name and share your burdens,” It's a woman's voice and her words make me scowl. Why does everyone want him to settle down so badly? “You don't have much time you know,” she continued, making me listen closely.“Miss Raven, I
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)I sit on the sofa while Damien's so-called fiance made herself comfortable on the couch in front of me, her legs crossed and arms spread like she owned the place.Nothing has been said since she introduced herself; talking will only get me irked, so I decided to keep my thoughts to myself and just wait for Damien who is probably on his way home.“Damien can afford something much more luxurious than this,” she tsks, then shakes her head as she scans the living room with her eyes. “But it's going to be fine now that I'm here, I'm going to change everything to my liking, we can get a house instead, the kids can't play around here you know, I'm planning on having more than five, sex with Damien is going to be great,” she throws her head back as if in ecstasy.She wishes! The audacity of this old bitch!I keep the thoughts to myself and time ticks by.Twenty torturous minutes passed, Damein is finally pushing his way in through the door. I get up but she's faster as
(VANCE’S POINT OF VIEW)5 years. It feels like a lifetime, and yet it feels like no time at all. Only a few days and nights of silence and regret stretched so endlessly until now. 5 years and she's standing in front of me again, like a dream that seems far reached and unachievable.She’s here. Standing right in front of me, her presence feels surreal, like a dream I’ve replayed countless times but never dared hope will come true.Ahvi.She looks different, yet the same. Stronger, maybe. There’s a fire in her eyes I don’t remember seeing before, but there’s also exhaustion. Her hair is short and falls in soft waves around her face, and though her expression is guarded, I can still recognize the girl I once knew and literally, there goes the beating of my heart again. It throbs painfully yet it is alive again after 5 years.I don’t move. I don’t dare breathe too loudly, afraid this moment will shatter and I’ll wake up in that endless slumber again.Her voice breaks the silence and ends
(AHVI’S POINT OF VIEW)“What do you mean you didn’t get a call for a missing child?”I strain not to lose my patience as I look at the airport manager, who looks like he’s freaking depleted of his job, and if he doesn’t find my child in the next few minutes, he’s going to wish he never existed.Isleen stands beside me in the office. We rushed here the moment the plane landed at Chicago airport, and now this idiot is standing here spouting nonsense.“I’m telling you, Miss,” the manager says, rubbing his temples like I’m the one giving him a headache when it’s my child that’s missing. “We didn’t get a call from Ireland about a missing child. Perhaps the call didn’t come through. But…” He pauses like he’s skeptical if he should continue as my glare amplifies. “There was a child here yesterday, brought to us by security. I can take you to the CCTV room to confirm if it’s your child.”I give a glance at Isleen and her expression mirrors mine, uneasy and terrified. We watch as the man stan
(VANCE'S POINT OF VIEW)I follow Scar and Damein aimlessly from behind, like a child forced to step out of his comfort zone; the only difference is that I'm not a child. Scar and Damien are talking but I can barely hear a single word that left them. Everything feels like it's from a distance. The busting of the airport, the rolling sound of suitcases, the mutters of people, and the sound of beeping machines sound like they are all fading.“Dad!“Realty welcomes me back with the sound of Scar's voice; her worried eyes dance over my face. “How long are you going to stay in your head? she's gone; move on already.“ she almost snaps. I can never move on from her. “You shouldn't worry about me, Scarlet. Go and have fun in Italy. Live your life." I try to curl my lips into a smile but the muscles refuse to move. She sighs in frustration. “You think I'm going to stop worrying just because you say so. You wouldn't have left your dark room if you weren't forced out; is that how you're going
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)The airport is buzzing with energy, a symphony of rolling suitcases, overlapping announcements, and people in transit. The last time I was in an airport was five years ago, running from my demons.I walk beside Andre, his suitcase trailing behind him, as he glances down at his phone. His brow furrows for the nth time. I want to ask what’s on his mind, but I don’t want to start anything heavy. Not now. Our little date is still fresh in our minds and we decided to talk more about our relationship when he returns from the conference. “You’re sure about your gate?” I ask instead, scanning the signs above us. I'd left the twins with Isleen at the entrance.He nods and tucks his phone into his jacket pocket. “Yeah, Gate 14. Thanks for walking me in.”He slows down near the security checkpoint and adjusts his tie—a navy blue one I bought him on a whim last month. I can remember how delighted he was that he almost bounced on his feet like an excited child. The memory b
[VANCE POINT OF VIEW]The walls are closing in again.They've been doing that a lot lately—pressing closer, shadows tightening around me until I can barely breathe. I lie here, barely able to see through the darkness filling the room. Five years. Five years since she vanished from the surface of the earth and took the last of the light with her. I made promises I couldn't keep and swore things I had no right to swear.'I'll protect you,' I told her once. 'I'll never let anything happen to you.' And yet here I am, all these years later, a prisoner of my own empty words. Five years of being tormented by everything and everything around me. I feel like everything is mocking me, laughing at me for how weak I have been. I had one job yet I have failed even before I could do shit. I laugh at how pathetic I sound.Then I hear it—a knock, soft and hesitant, like someone doesn't want to wake the dead—probably. Everything is still around me, and everything is so quiet that I can hear only th
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)I agreed to Andre's date, and the day came sooner than expected. It is strange dressing up for a man. I remember always trying to look pretty, hoping my stepbrother would notice me. Looking back, I remember looking like a love-struck puppy anytime Vance was near. How naive.I shake my head and clear my mind to keep all thoughts of Vance at bay and focus on what is in front of me; Andre taking me on a date to a fancy restaurant.I am dressed in a sleeveless crimson dress that hugs my curves and falls over my knee; Isleen made me wear it. My makeup is well-done. I feel and look pretty when Andre is dressed in a fine black suit, as opposed to the casual clothes and doctor's coat that I usually see him in; he even brushed his hair back.“I have only dreamt of this day.” He looks excited as he sits across from me at the table.“Please don't tell me you spent all your savings for this?” I jest, yet with a hint of seriousness.He chuckles. "I believe there is nothing
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)(FIVE YEARS LATER)Five years almost feels like five days. Time runs fast when you're not keeping track of it. It's like I've only shut my eyes and then opened them. Five years in Ireland, I've grown accustomed to the people and the culture. It no longer feels strange. I've gotten used to everything here. I looked after the kids for two years before getting a job as a kindergarten teacher, and the experience has been one of a kind. Stepping out of the grocery store with a few bags of groceries, I smile as the evening sun shines on my face and the soft wind blows through my short hair. With an exhale, I make my way to the car and head home to my boys.It doesn't take more than ten minutes to get home. As soon as I'm out of the car, the front door opens. Mael and Ciel come rushing out, with Andre closely behind them. "Mama!" I open my arms wide and let them run into me. The boys are identical; it's almost impossible to tell them apart. Their hair is a s
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW) The next day drags on, and I barely get a moment of sleep. The dead eyes and sad expression of that boy haunt me as soon as I shut my eyes. What if he's really serious about dying? How could I leave a suicidal kid in the middle of nowhere? I could have at least taken him to his front porch. I don't even have his name! And the bruises on his body? What if he's being maltreated at home? Shit, Raven. How can I be so blind and impulsive?! After a long night of self-hate, I spent the next day trying to find the boy, starting with the convenience store where I dropped him off. "I'm sorry, miss, but I've never seen such kid." Those are the words I'm told. I take the route he took and find myself in a dirty and dark alley. It gives me the creeps. I almost turn to leave, convinced he's not here, until I see a figure cowered at the side of the wall.I get closer curiously until the familiar sight of his blond locks comes into view. "Hey, kid!" I call, barely b
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)It wasn't until we were in the Manager's office that I feel maybe I might have overreacted.There’s a pound in my head that refuses to go away, and there's a numbness in my hands that has been there since I took the boy to the hospital.“I will not tolerate this childish behavior in my office. If you have a problem, take it outside my fucking building and do your shit!” the manager yells with the veins in her head popping out. “Do you know what you have cost the company today because of your behavior? I could expect this awful behavior from Sierra, not you, Raven!”“This is not my fault!” Sierra clamors. “I was only trying to help her since she was running late. I never expected her to be a bitch about it, and she was the one who kissed my boyfriend, and I'm not even mad about that!”“I'm sorry,” I immediately apologized. “I had an emergency on my way here, but it's not an excuse to behave the way I did. I will fix the mess I created. It won’t happen again.”“Y