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Living with the Enemy. 40. He found me.
Elena.I took another look at the sexy, white cocktail dress lying on the bed, and I immediately began stripping. The thin spaghetti straps did almost nothing to hold up my breasts, but it fit perfectly, molding to my body, and it made my skin look darker than it actually was. Camila sure had awesome taste, and it was probably a good thing that she’d gotten me the dress, after all. I had not even cared about the party to bother with what to wear tonight.Dashing into the bathroom, I rinsed my calves and feet of the sand I’d picked up on my walk with Diego, and I quickly brushed out my long, red hair and applied a little lip gloss. I scurried back into the bedroom, grabbed the tan strappy heels she’d left by the dress, and ran back into the hallway and down the stairs. “You look absolutely ravishing, girl.” Camila had said as she gave me a once over.I take in her own appearance too, she was in a yellow dress that just beautifully compliments her skin so well. The dress covered her sh
Living with the Enemy. 41. A Dark Alleyway.
Elena.Even though I have never been most of all my life, I knew that walking down a dark, cold alley way is never a good thing. It creates tension. It creates fear. It always makes my blood run cold and my feet move faster. Trying to get back into the light at the end of the tunnel, It makes us wonder if I get so scared by an alley, why do we continue to walk through them?The answer was obvious, we want to get to our final destination faster. Surely though, a few more minutes the long way wouldn't be that bad? One where we'd feel safer, we would also walk normally even. We wouldn't keep looking behind us, making sure no-one was following us. Being safe was worth the extra time, right? After all we never know what's lurking in the shadows. Especially for someone like me who has been abused all my life.If there’s anything at all that I have learnt, it is the fcat that passing through alleyways is never a good idea. Never, most of the time, the kids in my pack were always lurking aro
Living with the Enemy. 42. Out of her comfort zone.
Deangelo.Luca had to drag me down with him to this party because in his words, “you need to get out more and have fun. Staying so focused on making the plans and working will do more harm than good, that is why you are literally always cranky.”I set my fizzing glass on the table as I try to contribute to whatever it is that the men around me was talking about. The dance floor glowed as red and green laser beams shot out from the rotating lights in the ceiling. It was a luxurious party yet it was packed with people dancing and jumping to the DJ’s throbbing music. The floor pulsed beneath my feet, and the heat radiating from the mass was inescapable. My eyes roved over the tightly packed crowd. They reminded me of penguins huddled in the cold— on crack.Another chick, the fourth if I am accurate walks up to me confidently and after the briefest of hesitations, she came to perch on the corner of the sofa right where I sat on, ankles crossed, hands proceeding to roam about my body. I sh
Living with the Enemy. 43. A long Night for the Ferrari Pack.
Deangelo.As I walk away from the alleyway with Elena limp in my arms, I am transported back to that dark place in my head, the same one that I have always tried to keep tucked deep down in a corner of me. The scenario where my where my mom was raped by men who only knew how to abuse their strength and murdered in cold blood without any mercy.It made me livid as I wondered what would have happened if I had not found her on time, I felt powerless just as I have felt back then, I was angry that the same thing that had happened back then had just happened to Elena, to the poor girl who had not known a thing, who had not even deserved it. Elena coils in my arms as she grips me so hard and buries her head in my chest, she was shivering so bad that I felt like it was basically winter already.Two cars suddenly parked by my side and I realized that it was Luca and Camila. They both rushed to me and I threw another glare at Camila.“What happened to her? Why is her dress all torn and what ar
Living with the Enemy. 44. The moon Goddess is a liar.
Mia.The rain announces its coming through the rumbling thunder and lightning. As I look outside the large window in my room, I see that there are growling, ominous dark clouds gathering above. I fight the urge to jump into my bed and wrap my duvet over my body in fear. I am afraid of thunderstorms, they give me the chilly vibes and seems to always announce the coming of something bad.The thunder had rumbled over and over the night mom died, I had also once been bullied under the rain too. It always seemed to be there to mock me, to tell me that my total existence was just a joke, a joke to give certain people some fun. I hate thunderstorms, yet I fear them. I will always fear them.I suddenly hear the door to my room open but then I could not hear footsteps. The night keeps scaring me more and more but I manage to get off the couch I my room which I am seated upon, take the nearest object I can find and walk silently to the entrance of my room. I tiptoe across the room in a fightin
Living with the Enemy. 45. You are not Superman.
Mia.“Gone? what do you mean gone? That is not even in anyway possible? How would Diego have left the premises without being seen by the guards at their respective door posts.” Ms. Sofia said and I found myself boldly rolling my eyes at her even in my dilemma.“Gone is exactly what i have just said, Ms Elena. He... he... is not anywhere in his room.” I said at the same time that dad walked in, shirtless.Ugh!“What is going on here?” He asked casually, although he has a concerned look on his face. Something told me immediately that he somehow thinks that our fallen faces is due to Ms. Elena.“Diego is gone, alpha. We... can not find him, I am so worried right now, the poor boy. Where could he have even gone to, he knows nowhere, how did he even get out? Do you think one of the guards intentionally let him out or even took him out, might it be an insider job? Oh my gosh, he must be so terrified wherever he is right now.” Ms. Sofia suddenly switched so smoothly, acting like she had not
Living with the Enemy. 46. I miss Mommy.
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Living with the Enemy. 47. Allergic to cinnamon.
Sofia.I went to check on Deangelo and he was not in his room, only for me to get to Diego’s room and meet him there asleep with his kids on both sides of him. And for some reason, the sight just annoyed the heck out of me.I loved the way there was decision him and the kids before, I enjoyed seeing them have so much disagreements and misunderstandings. I also want him to keep his indifferent attitude towards his kids because I felt like it benefits me somehow, especially when it is time for him to get married to me. Mia and Diego would definitely be the first people to be against it because even though I have been caring for them in my own way before and after their mother’s death, they never treated me like I mattered to them. They just never liked me.The difference in treatments can be clearly seen when Deangelo’s younger sister, Lucy comes around to the house, they get so free with her and they never even want her to leave, and the fact that this has also been adopted with Elena
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