Khloe Summer"Khloe.""Hey, wake up," a soothing voice urged my consciousness to hoist up from the dark silence of my own slumber. Once I opened my eyes, I winced due to the rays of sunlight coming from my window. Its warmth didn't fill the coldness streaming through my blood."You gotta wake up. You're getting late, missy," the same voice said and I rolled over my bed to see my Mom gathering my dirty clothes from all over my room. "And you need to clean your room."I almost laugh bitterly at that. I couldn't even fix my life so why bother cleaning my room if I was busy trying to make it all right? Trying because since I lost from my own insecure silhouette, I'd been doing a lot of mistakes that I couldn't even find a solution to and they were still hunting me or coming back to bite my ass.Rubbing my eyes, I got up, reminding myself that I have to clean my room. It might be the solution to align my own universe. Something good might come of it.Refusing to move from my spot, I took t
Two girls sitting on the floor. Similar eyes hiding a deep forest. The afternoon rays from the roof window of our attic reflected our misery. However, my sister and I had the same heart—so brave and yet so fragile.The first piece of the domino had fallen already and we were both unaware of it. We were too caught up in the world in front of us that we were so oblivious of what was happening beneath. Pieces by pieces, they fell. Every collision brought us into this situation. It was our time to stumble because we were also one of the pieces.We never thought that the greed grows. We never imagined that the vines were surreptitiously spreading underneath our lives.It began with our father— Aston Blackburn.And there were other names— Elric Krause, Nathaniel Valentine, and Malum Colvin.As we skimmed again through the box of our father he left at the attic, Quinn and I had finally realized that there was a dark history behind the old photo which was labeled NAME."Does Aunt Claire knows
"A night to remember, huh? Get this sh!t out of here," Quinn grumbled as she tossed the flyer aside and stared at me with a bored look. "I'm not really into this prom shenanigan but you clearly know that my girlfriend would be ecstatic to be asked to prom. And all I want for her is to be happy. However, our lives now are like a freaking action movie and I have to babysit you and ignore my girlfriend for our safety. Care to tell me why we should go to prom?""I think you're safe to go. Not me though," I said with a sigh. "And who I would be asking to prom anyway?"My sister stared at me with sympathy before she shifted her eyes to the soccer field. It was a cold afternoon and my teammates were already stretching their bodies to get ready for the drill. I was sitting at the bleacher with my sister, killing time after a strenuous day."Good luck tomorrow. Kick some butt!"I smirked bitterly. "I'm not even thinking about playing anymore.""Why?!" Quinn looked at me flabbergasted. "This is
Slowly, I woke up feeling lightheaded from a saccharine dream— wrinkled bed sheets, entangled legs and arms, and warm bare body on mine until I realized it wasn't just a dream. I shot up from the realization, finding no presence beside me.I straight away felt disappointed. However, I could still smell her fragrance in my room. Hilary must be somewhere so I rushed out from my bed, gathering my clothes and putting them on.Last night was so surreal. It was a flash of events that I couldn't believe as much as I wanted to save it in my memory. I couldn't imagine that she came into my room and accepted my situation even though she knew nothing about it. Damn, so unconditional.I don't deserve her.As the voice whispered to me, I shook my head before I mentally told myself that there was more to come. More to think about. Quinn let her in which was really dangerous so I better give her some sense. Although so far, it went well for us, there would be always a possibility of Jet finding out
*trigger warning. read at your own risk*Gently, my consciousness enclosed itself into reality. It was a pleasant feeling to be under vast darkness but a great force was trying to pull me out as the sting grew all over my physical existence.Blinking my eyes a few times, I tried to get my vision back as the pain in my head burst like a firework. And eventually, all the recent events spread like a wildfire in my head, alarming my whole awareness. The wooden ceiling welcomed my eyes and there was this smell of newly-made leather furniture. I could feel the texture of the carpet on my palm as I tried to get myself up while holding my head with my other hand.I blinked again to see a wall-sized dark art painting of a gothic woman staring down at me with her unforgiving eyes. Hilary would love this art. Although it was a creepy work, every detail was painted raw which upholds great authenticity."Uggh!" I groaned as my headache intensified and I just realized that I had a fresh bandage aro
*trigger warning. read at your own risk*"Please, Jet! Don't do this," I pleaded weakly once he lay me down on the bed. He gave me a cold stare before he turned to lock the door of the room.With all my strength, I stood at my own feet and tried to run past him but he was stronger. Jet dragged me back to the bed violently then he hovered over my body, pinning my hands over my head so that I wouldn't be able to escape from his hold."No, you're mine to ravish!" he hissed at me, his hold tightened, his weight became heavy against my body.His dark eyes held mine. They were full of hate and in my surprise, anguish.Malum mentioned that he was punished for saving me. Jet could 've been brainwashed because of that traumatic experience. If he wasn't a good man, he wouldn't save me at all and he could've killed me then because it was his mission in the first place."Please, Jet. Let me go... I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" I sobbed, my eyes begging. "I-I'm sorry that this happens to you. You're right
* warning: a few smut scenes ahead!*"He has to give up somehow," Quinn suddenly blurted out, making me look at her in confusion from the lecture notes Hilary had given me these past few days. Whilst my sister and Arisa had already been released last week, I was still at the hospital, asking my doctor's question every day about her love life which seemed to be dull at the moment because of her deadly schedules."What'd yah mean?" I asked, putting back my attention to the notes.My sister slammed her hand on the bed table. "Prom night is coming next week. And you have to get out of this place.""And?"She rolled her eyes from my uninterested response. "I think Jet has given up already. I mean, everybody is looking for his flat ass and he doesn't have his whiny Daddy to back him up anymore. His whole brigade is already down to nothing so it's safer now for you to go to prom night with me. But I think your Mom is extending your stay in here because the whole place is already secured."I
I'd been staring at my reflection for a long while now. And I didn't like how I looked because it felt like there was something wrong. The satin gown was specifically tailored for my sake. Although she wasn't sure that I'm going to attend the prom due to many reasons, Quinn had it customized beforehand while I was still in the hospital. However, in the end, she had me convinced by guilt-tripping me.She even kept on telling my Mom that everything was going to be alright. That we were going to be safe because she made sure that our security would be doubled.Tonight was going to be a blast for sure. Of course, this was going to be the highlight of our high school memories. Heaving a sigh, I scanned myself again in the mirror of my bedroom. The dark green dress was cut in a deep 'V' neckline extending through the rear, showing my cleavage and my bareback. The satin fabric draped long to my feet but it had a high slit on the left side, exposing my almond leg.I was already used to wearin
Extraordinary.The day had become extraordinary since I'd met the person who completed my half-empty canvas. My life had changed so drastically as love and struggles forced us to bloom into a broad picturesque of a happy family. Khloe and I were led to a life of imperfect yet seamless routine. Our life opened up to countless possibilities and we created our future together through ups and downs. We both aspired to be a better individual, not only for ourselves but also for each other.After 'the incident', Khloe suffered greatly from trauma and we didn't have a choice but to seek help. I was traumatized too so we went together and helped each other to get healed from the past tragedy. Years had gone by and so we'd grown. Now, I was already the art director of a private museum, the Caslary Art Foundation, that was being financed by Quinn Blackburn for already two years. Not only did it showcase talented new artists, but it was also established for a cause, and that was to help the chil
The harmonious chirps of the birds lurched me out of my daydream, illuminating the polar night before my eyes. The painting had an emotional value in my heart. It was a hidden gem hanging inside a wooden treehouse, an art which was denied from the world. For me, this was more authentic than any art I have ever seen. Because it seen memories and growth. It was seeing the fruition of my existence through the age of time. Its original painter was no longer in this world, and yet every time I stare at it, it would always make me feel alive. Now it was watching me about to step closer to another chapter of my life."You need me?" the familiar voice asked, causing my eyes to avert from the magnificent painting.Mad stood a few feet away from me. And I looked at her dashing presence. She was wearing a long burgundy velvet dress enlightening her feminine persona. Her medium short curls were braided in style. However, I could still feel her menacing presence as she sat on the couch, next to me
*trigger warning*The rain poured out of nowhere, causing me to bolt into the cab in a hurry. Once I was in, I placed the box of art material beside me with a smile. I was certain that Hilary was going to give me an earful of rant for buying her another set of brushes. Last month, I had surprised her when we went to an art gallery of her favorite modern artist. She was so ecstatic to see those modern arts with me. She even managed to buy one of his masterpiece as a keepsake for attending a launching event for the first time.All I ever wanted is to make her happy. Since we moved in together three months ago, our relationship got stronger. Although there were some arguments, we wouldn't let it pass midnight and would just talk it out like a mature couple. We shared our dreams with each other and we adjusted our flaws according to our individuality. We both struggled to manage our schedules because she'd started her part-time job in a library near the university just two weeks ago while
The deadly silence of the room enamored the scene underneath my sight. I couldn't hear anything but I was seeing his bare body towering over me, his hands around my neck. The dark shades of his orbs were the roots of evil, anger was prominent as they stared at mine. The air was so rare, serenity was nowhere to be found. My lung wasn't functioning as it tried to seek even an ounce of life.He had a mad smile on his face, relieving himself using my damaged soul. It was sickening, how he moved against my body. I wanted to shut my eyes and just take all the illusion away. I was aware that this was just a nightmare I had no control with. The nightmare that could possibly happen afterward, if all else had failed.At least, there was no pain. But only deadly silence. And once I finally found a chance to breathe, I screamed at the top of my lungs, knowing it would be my key to reality.Once again, I jerked up and raced for a breath of air. Then I quickly moved my eyes to Hilary, but this time
I didn't want to admit it but I was saddened by the news that Mad was gonna leave today. Her job here was already done. Even though I'd only known her for a while, she'd already made a huge impact in our lives and someday, I would have the chance to pay her back for saving my life, that's for sure. Despite her assurance that we were going to be safe from now on, still, I was holding this poisonous threat in my heart. If I was to decide, I wanted Hilary's personal bodyguard to stay with us, like forever. I'd finally considered her as our friend already, despite my irritation towards her the first time we've met. She grew on me along with her insightful advice."Are you sure you don't want us to drop you off at the airport?" Hilary asked Mad, hugging her tight.As usual, Mad felt awkward at the gesture, causing me to smile endearingly at them. "You're squeezing her so hard, waltz. Let her breathe."Hilary stepped an inch away while pouting at her bodyguard adorably. "I'm gonna miss you,
"Are you sure about this?" Quinn asked, glancing at me curiously."I need this closure," I said faintly. It was still early in the morning and yet, the dark cloud was already blocking the rays of the sun. The weather seemed to match my mood at this moment— dreadful and dark. The wind caressing my hair and skin from the open window of my sister's car greatly sent the aroma of the cold daybreak.We were on our way back to our town. I had to do this so that I could see him with my own eyes— that he's gonna be there, confined with his life rotting away. My rage for him was so palpable but somewhere in my heart, I pitied him. In the first place, he was mentally damaged because of the life that was forcefully shoved into him. That Malum tortured and brainwashed Jet's whole existence like a trained lion in a circus. However, we all have choices and Jet chose to be consumed by his own insanity. He let others systemize his own beliefs and his own life. And those choices nearly called upon the
"Hey, you're still staring at your portrait? You love it that much, huh?" Hilary questioned, hugging me from behind. She gently swayed our bodies together side by side, toning the atmosphere into the essence of sweetness.With an unbreaking smile, I eagerly nodded. We were standing in my study room and I'd been gawking at the painting of mine since I came home from my last class of the day. It astounded me to the core that someone painted me for the first time.This work of art that Hilary had given me for my birthday was the best thing I'd ever receive as a present in my whole life. Aside from the fact that it was from perfect her, I was also overwhelmed by the smudges of bright acrylic dyes covering the grudges area underneath my whole feature. It was an absolute abstract of my face tinted with sophistication and beyond."I love it so much. I can't stop staring at it every time I come here," I said, beaming happily.Hilary giggled, kissing me on my shoulder. "I'm glad you do because
A soft caress stirred me awake from unconsciousness. Gently, I opened my eyes to see my gorgeous masterpiece who was holding my hand tightly on her cheek. Her eyes were already submitting to sleep but she was trying to fight it. I was about to reach out for her but a sudden pain at the back of my head halted me."My waltz," I groaned out, breaking her subliminal state to abrupt panic. Hilary blinked as if she was just dreaming. I squeezed her hand tightly to emphasize my presence while I lifted my other hand to touch my head. However, Hilary was quick to stop me, pushing my arm back down."No, Klo. They just put a bandage on your wound," she said, her tone was full of concern.That was my cue to scan the surroundings and I could tell that I was in a hospital room. My memories charged back in my head and it instantly produced a fear within my system. Pushing myself to sit up, my girlfriend carefully guided me as she stood up from her seat."W-What happened?"Hilary sat on the edge of t
"Happy Birthday!! Make a wish!"I timidly smile at them while Hilary raised the cake in front of me. I closed my eyes and only wished for the happiness of all the people I love the most. It was something general but would be worth it anyway in the long run. Opening my eyes, I blew off all the ninety candles and Hilary smeared my face with coffee frosting. I chuckled, giving her a warning look, to which she responded with a wink.Arisa and Quinn clapped as they seated on the other side of the table. We were in the VIP room of the dining restaurant that Hilary had booked for us. The place was already an old restaurant but just renovated months ago so the sophisticated interior looked fresh in the eye. It smelled like a scented paint mixed with the aroma coming from the kitchen. It seemed a popular dine-in stop as I noticed that the area was almost already full. I wondered how she had managed to reserve this private space, knowing that she had already spent half of her allowance for the