I hate him.

I hate Blake with his stupid Black hair and his stupid silver-grey eyes and his stupid Bugatti. More pressingly, I hate Tygerwell.

Why did my parents have to die? Why did I have to get sent to another state!? Why did I happen to get enrolled into the craziest school possible?!

As much as I secretly hated my average life and craved for adventure and danger, it can't possibly arrive at a worse time. Now is the time I in fact need normality.

When Blake's Bugatti is long gone, I still don't let the tension in my shoulder sag. God knows where I'm heading! I can only hope I'm going back to school. Then again, by the time I get there, I'll probably be too late in anyway.

Somewhere in the distance I hear thunder and in answer a fat rain drop lands on my nose.

"Oh God no..."

The rest if the rain comes down hard.

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

I run to an alleyway for some shelter. Yeah-yeah, I know what you're thinking. Quickly, I duck under one of the roofs and I get a shiver when I notice all the trash laying around and how this place might be really shady.

Cue the sound of rats.

"Aaah!" I yelp when something literally runs over my foot and scurries under a dumpster. If I pretend it wasn't a rat, maybe I'll start believing myself one day.

"I can get the money next week!" I hear someone plead from the other side of the alleyway.

I go really quiet and still when I finally spot the two guys holding another guy by his collar.

Oh shit.

"Next week isn't good enough. The deadline is today. We need the money now!" one of the guys yells.

Realizing that I'm a bit out in the open and way to curious for my own good, I hide behind the dumpster and watch the scene unfold.

"Please! I have a wife and kids!" the man being held pleads.

"You're a drug-addict and you're always hanging around Park street. What married man goes around and fucks whores?" the other guy growls.

"Oh God, just give me one more chance!"

The two guys throw the other guy to the ground and then one of them pulls out a gun from his coat. "Sorry, but you're all out of chances," the guy says and raises his gun at the guy that's kneeling on the ground.

"Please... Please have mercy!"

Because I'm an idiot and can't just hide over here, I jump out from my hiding spot and yell: "Leave him alone!"

Now would be a good time to have superpowers.

The two men whip their heads to me and the guy on the ground looks even more panic-stricken. "What are you doing?!" he cries.

Well, that's never a good sign.

"I called the cops, they're almost here!" I say and then feel like hitting myself because why didn't I actually call the cops?

Instead of running away like I've been hoping, the two men bolt for me.

"Fuck my life," I mutter before sprinting away.

My blonde hair turns dark and clings to my face in the rain. Fortunately, I have my boots on, so I don't have to worry about getting my socks wet as I'm running through puddles and pot-holes.

Of course I'll be more worried about getting my socks wet than the fact that two guys with a gun are running after me. I'm such a loser.

The rain is only coming down harder and I know by the sounds of footsteps behind me that the men are catching up.

At least that other guy didn't get shot.

Even if it'll cost me my life, I'm glad I at least did something. The last time I just hid was...

It was normal the one second and the next the front door got kicked open. Dad yelled at mom and me to go hide and he ran to stop the intruders. I heard the first gun shot before we even got to the stairs.

Mom and I rushed to her bedroom and she tried barricading the door. With panic in her eyes, she turned to me. "I love you, Amber. I love you so, so much. Go hide under the bed," she said.

And because I thought mom was going to follow me, I scrambled to get under. The door burst open at the same time I realized Mom was going to hide with me.

"Please don't do this," Mom begged the intruders.

"Where's the password?" the masked man asked.

"I'll never tell you," Mom spat before she got shot.

She fell to the floor and we made eye-contact before she mouthed: 'I love you', and got shot again.

Blood splattered onto me and that might be the reason I don't paint with red anymore...

I quickly realize that I've stopped running.

I turn and watch one of the guys run into me. I fall hard on my ass with the guy on top of me. He's gripping my neck and I try desperately clawing him away. His friend his hovering above.

"What did you hear?" the guy choking me asks.

Black spots dance in my vision and I can't breathe. How can I possibly answer this guy if he's choking me to death?

Remember your defense classes, Amber, I tell myself.

Dad always brought in a different defense instructor every Saturday. Some of the instructors were nice and taught me the basics. Others made me hit a punching bag for hours at end.

I will my mind to clear before I flip myself over.

The man that was choking me is startled for a second and I use the opportunity to jab at his throat. He squeals like a pig and I'm up and breathing before he can hit me.

His friend sends a punch and I move fast enough to avoid getting a black eye, but not fast enough to not get a blow to the head. My mind is spinning and I suck in more air to clear my vision. When the guys sends a second punch, I block it and kick him where it matters.

"Fuck!" the guy yells out, but my victory is short lived when the guy on the ground pulls at my leg and I fall head-first to the ground.

"You're dead!" he yells and is on top of me again. This time, I don't have the strength to flip him over when he starts choking me.

Everything get's foggy again, but I can't find myself with any regrets for stepping in.

I will not be afraid.

My mothers eyes flash before me.

I will not be afraid.

'I love you' she mutters.

I will not be afraid.

Blood splatters on me when she gets shot.

I will not be afraid.

I'm about to give in to the darkness, but out of no where the guy on top of me is flung away.

I heave in air and feel at the tender spots on my neck. When I look back up, there's three guys attacking the two guys that want me dead.

Am I hallucinating?

Someone crouches down my me and scoops me up in his arms. He carries me to what I think is a big-ass fancy car. I don't protest when someone I can't see opens the door and the guy holding me lays me in the backseat.

My hero climbs in next to me.

"Well, you really do have a knack for getting into trouble, Goldy," the guy says.

I turn my head, with effort, and peer at the smirking guy in his fancy coat.

Owen Rhodes.

Well, that's just lovely.

Hey,

Right now I'm just asking myself what can go wrong? And then I write that. Lol

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~ Holly Shmit