Romance

Emotion

Urban

True Love

Possessive

Badboy

Dominant

You don't need the approval of others. 
I don't clearly remember how it happened. All I remember is that I didn't dream it. It was real, as real as the burning sensation when you brush against a flame, mistress of heat. 
I remember getting up like every morning, getting dressed and applying makeup with a line of eyeliner and mascara. 
I then went down to the common kitchen for breakfast. 
My mum was different from other mums. We didn't do these mother-daughter activities. I couldn't remember our last shopping trip or our pancake afternoon, had it only happened once before? 
When my mother was on her good days, she didn't provoke me in the morning. 
His first words were crucial, decisive because they determined what kind of day had just begun. And the more time passed, the more savoring a coffee in silence was a rare thing. 
- What is this outfit? You go to school, not prostitute yourself. 
I glanced discreetly at my outfit. My lace-up sweater showed only a tiny patch of skin, almost competing with my black jeans and my Federation of Nuns approved Derbys. 
So I didn't bother to answer him and shoved a slice of bread in the toaster, almost to avoid giving him a spicy reply. 
Over the years, I had learned not to respond to his daily remarks. Anyway, even the few times I tried to make her understand that I cared more about the color of Lady Gaga's nail polish than her opinion, she didn't want to hear anything. 
My mother was a tenacious woman, a bit like dirt. Maybe I got it from her, my badass appearance. 
"Come here let's fight."
Yet I had to keep my head high, the pain was there. Hidden deep in my chest, and each of his words was like a needle. 
Sharp, precise and tangy. 
When the browned piece of bread popped out of the machine, I vaguely heard him comment on how many calories a toast had. 
You should know an important thing about my mother, although she has an incredibly inexhaustible stock of remarks, her favorite subjects remained my diet, my weight, my style of dress and my dating. 
Go figure why it seems she particularly itched to remind me every minute of my life how much better I could have been. 
I put the knife aside once
my piece of bread topped with slightly melted butter and bit into it eagerly. 
Which obviously earned me yet another comment. 
My lunch gobbled up faster than recommended by the diet channel in the background, I grabbed my school bag and slung it over one of my shoulders. 
I left the house without even turning to the mistress of the place who, without much surprise, did not sketch the shadow of a smile. 
She could have pretended for once. 
I walked quietly to my school which was not very far from my home. 
She could very well have led me, but I confessed that I was not so masochistic as to want to stay locked up in an enclosed place with her. 
This little walk was in a way my minutes of respite between home and school. 
Arrival in front of the establishment, I stopped, waiting for my best friend at the usual place. 
Yet today something was not like the other days. The same routine stuck to my skin for six years. I knew at the fingertips all the adventures that punctuated my week from Monday to Friday. 
On Monday, Carren skipped the first hour of math. 
On Tuesday, a student would still cause a scandal because his girlfriend stuck to him too much. 
Thursday, Daisy told us about her Wednesday. 
Yet today, something upset my routine. 
Black cars with tinted windows were parked on the sidewalk in front of the establishment. 
Later I remembered that I should have been careful. But I didn't worry. Soon
Damen arrived and I returned at the same time as him. 
- SO ? Does he ask me
- As usual, I shrug my shoulders. 
He didn't have time to answer that we had already arrived at the height of our band. Friends since childhood, Daisy, Kristal,
Joshua, Damen and I never left each other. 
- Hey ugly ones! I exclaimed, tapping Daisy on the shoulder. 
- Speak for yourself, replied the latter. 
- Come on D assume you're ugly, laughed Joshua. 
Daisy pretended to groan and I took her in my arms. 
She was already freezing her face with that same expression when I refused to play hopscotch. 
- Go it does not matter D the ugly ones can be happy. 
- Well yes, look at Elijah, she lives perfectly well, laughed Damen. 
I laughed with my friends as I joined the class for our first lesson. 
A few hours later, I came out of this huge building alone and was about to go home morally exhausted by the resumption of classes. 
Damen used to ride with me, he only lived a block away. 
His perfect family had not resisted the summer heat and he now had to take the bus every other week and go to another town to join his father. 
I descended the few steps from the porch. 
In the distance I still saw the same cars as this morning but this time men were leaning against them, watching like predators the students coming out of high school. 
One of these men finally looked at me and leaned towards his sidekick, nodding at me. 
I have become paranoid. 
I choose the moment when they all got up to come in my direction to recite a prayer all the same mentally. 
It was at the moment when they surrounded me, like a ring of fire, without my foot having moved a millimeter yet, that I realized that I must not only be very slow on the trigger but also really in shit.


I dream of you but you play dumb and suddenly my dream turns into an illusion.I pulled out the chair before sitting down at the table.- Always very distinguished your outfits, attacked me Tatiana.- Shut up, I almost shouted.- A lady never screams!- Listen, old camel, I'm not in the mood.She looked at me shocked when the servants brought the dishes. In the distance, footsteps were heard on the stairs.Vladimir had just left the last step followed closely by the platinum blonde of earlier when his mother called out to him:- Vladimir, wouldn't you invite Rubis to eat?The concerned looked up at me as I ran away from his face.- No, she was going to leave, he said still staring at me.- Don't talk nonsenseShe stood up and pulled Rubis by the arm, dragging her back to an empty chair.- I'm sure she's very hungry. Isn't that moy prekrasnyy (my beauty)?- Yes, I'm starving, she chuckles.Vladimir tensed, he seemed annoyed that his whore stayed to eat.I heard him sit down, but I didn't look up from my plate.- Vladimir, you finally landed with a girl? Asks one of her young cousins.- No Rubis and I are not together, he said without stopping to stare at me.Oddly, even if I was reluctant to admit it, this revelation relieved me to the highest degree.How could I still hope for anything after all that? How did I come to appreciate the fact that this girl was just a whore?- It's been such a shame since I wanted her as a beautiful daughter, grumbles Tatiana.- I thought you wanted Polina, laughs Vinchenso.His mother glared at him as he laughed- How was yesterday? Aldo asks Vladimir, completely changing the subject.- Very well, it seems that Elisabeth charmed our host and her guests with her originality.I raise my head but take great care never to meet the smoldering gaze of my captor.- You will return together in two days- WHAT! Tatyana yells.- Someone told me one day that a lady shouldn't shout, I intervened with a small first class voice.Tatiana turned her gaze dark as the night sky to me and I swallowed hard.I really should learn to shut up.

the devil's protege

Chapter 39