All Chapters of Crescent Reflection : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I blocked, ducked and tried my best not to fight back. I was doing more defending than offending. Felisha was hell bent on beating me up. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mabel did something to her family that made her think that I deserved the beating she was offering. She was filled with rage when she attacked. Too bad she was just slightly slower than me, making her not much of a challenge. I had managed to survive ten minutes without hurting or getting hurt. She on the other hand was becoming more and more pissed off and unpredictable. I was doing well until… I did not see it coming. The blow to my lower abdomen. It emptied out all the air in my lungs. Tears stung my eyes and as I tried to do some breathing exercises. It wasn’t working. I wanted to payback. I wanted her to feel how I felt. “Oh, so you are weak as I predicted. You can’t even take a blow.” Felisha commented low enough for only my ears, but that was loud enough for Hector’s ears as well. I swallowed hard and stood up fro

I woke up in the cabin snuggled under the blanket, laying on Hector’s chest. His heartbeat was loud and comforting. Knowing he was alive and well gave me hope. I moved a bit and he tightened his grip around me. The events of last night came tumbling into my mind and tears stung my eyes. I held them at the brink I did not want them to splash on him. I sniffed a bit, then pressed my lips together. I would never want to wish what I went through last night on anyone. It was excruciating and abnormal. I never thought it would get to this. My body felt a lot better this morning. I guess this was what I was going to go through every full moon for the rest of my life. No wonder Rosalina’s son lost his mind and took his life because of it. “Let it all out.” Hectors voice rumbled in my ear. “Cry if you want to.” And I did. But I did it silently. He rubbed my back in a soothing manner while I poured my tears on his warm chest. I felt too ashamed of myself. How was I supposed to face Hector af

I have this weird urge to always look for more trouble whenever I find myself in any. Instead of just sitting one place and staying out of danger, I go for more danger and subject myself and the people I care about to things that could really get us hurt. I thought by now that I would’ve learnt my lesson and stayed put, however, that was not the case. I have become a whole lot worse and inquisitive. I am always seeking answers even at the expense of others. And somehow, I don’t seem to care what others think. Uncle Michael’s beard looked just the way it was when I last saw him… The day Derrick and I fought him at his mistress’s house. He looked a whole lot tired and frustrated. Maybe even sexually frustrated as well. He had bags of anxiety under his silver eyes. And walked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I wanted to feel sorry for him. I almost did. This was the same man who carried me with love and care when I was young, and even gave me a nickname. Played with

My breath hitched once Ken and Tiffany sauntered into the café. The air was freezing, proving that the weather still hadn’t recovered from what happened on the full moon. I was wearing a pink jersey while Hector wore his signature black hoodie. We watched with interest as Ken spoke to the lady having her drink before sitting down opposite her. Tiffany had her phone out. She clicked on it then placed it on the table. Almost immediately she placed it on the table I got a notification on my phone. Tiffany: She’s not human. “Whoa!” I frowned. As I tried to understand this statement more clearly. “What is it?” Hector asked me and I showed him what Tiffany sent me. His eyes darted from the phone then back at the trio inside Kimberly’s Café. “How is that possible?” I was asking myself the same question. “Does it mean that everyone we come across isn’t exactly human now?” I asked Hector. He did not reply. His mind was sieving the answers out. I looked back inside the café. Ken was orderi

All fingers in all shapes and forms pointed to Bree and her gang of ghouls. I was empty inside the whole night I couldn’t even be joyful at aunt Courtney’s efforts that proved she was almost back on track. I had a dreamless sleep last night despite my hopes of being transported to that place of peace and unite with the animal that was said to be a folktale and a figment of one’s imagination. I dragged my heavy head off the pillows in the morning, to aimlessly direct myself to the bathroom. After my usual hygiene routine, I was mostly awake now. It was Thursday and I was in the mood to be smashed back to my senses since I was carelessly allowing crackheads shit on me. I wore black fishnet stockings under a tight black leather skirt, and tucked my long sleeve, high neck black bodysuit under it. I wore black high heel boots and styled my hair into a high ponytail after inserting studs on my earlobe holes. I applied eyeliner on and grabbed my school bag. If I should say so myself, I looke