B e l l a ♣ A l b y
"He did some voodoo magic. People who lied to him came out from the crowd. He asked them to delete and In an instant, all deleted the video they tapped. He asked them to leave, never once letting go of me and yeah then you came in," I explained to her everything making her jaw to open wider.
"I know him for around fifteen years. I have never seen him care for anything. He never talks to anyone when not needed. He is dangerous. He smokes, drinks, he normally used people like a tissue paper for his needs before throwing them away after they did his work done. He is a turmoil ball. No one could ever calm him down. He gets satisfied and calm when he sees everything destroyed. He is 'The Xanthos'. Never Ever mess with him," she told about Xanthos with a mocking dark tone.
"So does it mean that he may be using me? But I don't have anything to give him. According to you, no one could calm him except himself. So, when he was angry, he just saw me and started acting like a little kid. How though?"
"I don't understand..." she murmured something inaudible.
"Okay, I have to keep going." I stood up from the bench and started walking towards the parking lot. Natasha seemed to be in a whole different world.
When I reached, the parking lot was empty.
Where is Lewis? Maybe he must be somewhere near.
I stood next to a bin.
I didn't have a phone for calling him or Angelo. I looked at my wristwatch, It was getting late.
I walked towards the park, hoping to see Natasha and request her to give me a ride home. When I reached, Natasha was nowhere to be seen. I sighed and waited as that was the only thing I could do.
I glanced around my surroundings, it was green everywhere. Very less number of vehicles were moving on the road. At least less pollution in Wolfville.
How can I trust Xanthos so easily? What if he takes my trust to his advantage? What if he breaks me more than I already was? It was frightening me. I don't know why I was believing him.
Is it because deep down I know him? What's wrong with me? Maybe he'll be a good friend to me. But do I deserve to be his friend? I looked ugly, I had bruises all over my body. I got beaten up every day for not being a good girl.
I heard shuffling of feet behind me. I looked around only to see Xanthos walking in my direction wearing a pair of fresh clothes.
"Hey, what are you doing here? Where is your brother?" He asked.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Maybe he forgot about me that I study in the same high school. Or maybe the car must have got repaired or something."
Or maybe my stepmother would have picked him up and left me to fetch myself a ride, or it was my dad's another way of punishing. I thought to myself.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride," he said while coming to my side and holding my hand in his. Instead of flinching, I enjoyed the strange warmth that travelled all over me.
The sparks travelled all over my body gave me an odd comfort. When I perked up at him, I saw his eyes were blazing with anger. Why was he angry? I stopped walking making him to also come to a halt.
"Wh-why a-are you angry?" I stuttered, scared whether he was going to take his anger at me.
"Nothing, now come on it's getting cold," he said with a calm yet cold voice.
"N-no I know something is wrong," I whispered with a little confidence.
He sighed in defeat. "I'm not angry, I am fuming. If it weren't for you I would be trashing everything on my way. Your ass of a brother just left you, A girl alone. How fucking dare he do that? I'll have a nice talk with him."
We reached his car. He opened the door before I could do it myself. I sat inside his car ogling it for a while.
I knew what he meant by 'nice'; they would 'talk' anything but nice.
"You would do no such thing. I'll ask my brother as to why he left me. You know some reason must be there. He normally doesn't do like this," I said even though it was a lie.
He didn't seem to be convinced. "Fine, whatever you say, my queen." I giggled at the endearment he used for me. Though, I was a little confused as to why he would call me that.
"We're here," he said, I perked up at him as a thought hit me.
How did he know where my house was?
"It's a small town, so when you came here, trackers located your place." He clarified my confusion.
Oh, now it made sense.
"Thank you," I said before getting up.
"See you later," He shouted before starting his car.
Time to face the devil's lair. With that thought, I went straight to my room. But my luck wasn't on my side. My 'name' was called by the devil himself.
"Bitch." He came near me and sniffed the air. "I can smell a musky manly scent on you. Finally got a man who would fuck with, I see."
How can he sniff and tell? I didn't know.
It hurt that my own father thought I was sleeping around and finding a good company for it. I wanted to yell at him that I wasn't what he thought me to be. I wanted to shout that he was stupid to even think that low of his own daughter. But, I didn't raise my voice and kept mum. I knew the consequence of it very well and I didn't want to go through it.
"Your brother has gone to meet his uncle with his mother. Now, You're with me. Which means I have to tolerate you."
He threw a punch under my rib cage. He then hit me on my abdomen continuously, I let out small cries of pain.
A mischievous smirk appeared on his face. He disappeared from my sight to only come with a big knife which was made of silver. He held it above my abdomen and started tracing lines with it. It was just a thin line though it hurt me.
I let out a series of whimpers as he continued his assault. When he was satisfied; he stopped.
"Useless, pathetic bitch."
I whimpered in agony.
The cuts he had made hurt very much. I couldn't breathe properly. I had an urge to fight him back but I wasn't as strong as him.
He left me on the ground and walked back to the room.
I got up deliberately and made my way towards my room.
I changed my clothes which was covering my bruised skin. I wrapped the wounds by a waste cloth in order to stop it from bleeding. I looked outside my window and got a sudden desire to go out.
I slowly got up and made my way towards my room's window. He wouldn't be knowing whether I was sneaking out or not because he gave me my day's dose.
I heard the opening of the main door and then closing of it.
Ha! He went out! I squealed in my mind.
I opened my window and jumped over it to get out of my room. I started wobbling in a linear direction but stopped as soon as my abdominal muscle started paining. I wailed in pain as it freaking hurt so much.
I sat down and leaned my head against a tree and gazed at the now dark sky.
The wind blew my hair in the right direction. In a way, It soothed me. I felt free yet distressed. I distracted my mind by thinking of a person who always gave me an odd comfort when I was around him. It was Xanthos.
When he touched me I felt sparks instead of pain. His touch brought me comfort.
I looked at my left to see that I was around a hundred metres away from the house.
I heard shuffling behind the bushes which were opposite from me. I remembered the red-eyed beast I saw yesterday.
Oh no! Did it get the smell of my blood? Am I going to die? Was it going to eat me?
My eyes widened with what came out of the bush.
There stood a giant-sized wolf. Fur was a midnight black. Its eye colour was bloody red. It was staring at me as if it were looking through me.
As I predicted yesterday it must be around ten feet. I slowly stood up, I wasn't surprised when I didn't even reach its muzzle.
Pain surged through my lower stomach. I felt drops of blood soaking my t-shirt. I winced lowly before staring up at the giant creature.
"I can't intimidate you," I said it out loud. It gave out a sound which resembled a snarl "Don't snarl at me. I'm in such a foul mood." I then point at myself and motioned my index finger from my head to toe. "Don't underestimate me, wolfy. I know ninja techniques which will send you to your pack hospital. Now shoo, I want peace," I said while puffing my chest out.
I bared the pain that radiated from my stomach and focused on the beast.
My eyes started watering as I got scared of it. A traitor of a tear slipped from my eyes. Amusement in wolf's eyes vanished as soon as it saw my dampened eyes. It whined as if it was paining for it to see me cry. It lowered its head and lied down on the ground curling itself in a ball. Its red eyes now looked at me, pleading me to stop crying.
Was this wolf actually caring about me? Was it wanting to be a friend of mine?
I took slow steps towards it. My bruises were hurting me. The cloth was not helping my abdomen cut at all.
I crouched down on the ground and winced. Wolfy rushed towards me and nudged me with its snout causing me to I lay on my back.
The big wolf stared at me, asking my permission to lift my t-shirt up in order to check whether I was fine or not. I shook my head telling it not to do so.
I didn't want it or let me call 'it' to be him to know about my wounds that my father created. I wanted to make friends.
Wolfy shook his head and lifted my shirt up. He whimpered at what he saw. He looked down at it and then bobbed his head as if questioning how it happened.
"I-I stumbled on the kitchen's carpet then there was a knife sitting on the kitchen's counter. I caught myself from falling but got a cut from the knife," I lied through my clenched teeth.
Wolfy huffed. Not believing what I told. I knew I was bad at lying. Hold on. "How in the world are you understanding what am I saying, Luciano?"
Luciano? from where did I get that name for this wolf?
He looked at me with what I could describe as 'adoration'. I could see tears forming in his eyes. With his paws, he wrote something on the sand.
'My Name.'
I looked at him in confusion, "Is Luciano your name?"
He nodded his head.
I got more confused. "How-how do I know your name?" He shook his head, he too didn't know? "How do you know the human language?"
'learnt from my human mate.'
"Human mate? As in human friend? Oh..now it makes sense." I nodded my head in understanding.
"So, am I allowed to call you Lucy?" I asked sitting cross-legged and tried to lighten up the atmosphere. He huffed and started writing. I started feeling numb at the part of my deep injury. However, I let it slide.
'Call me.'
"Lucy! Lucy! Lucy! Luc--"
I got tackled to the ground. He stood above me and opened his snout.
He scraped the area where my neck and shoulder meet with his teeth. He again scraped that area. "Luciano s-stop," I moaned, and who was the cause? A flipping huge wolf.
He growled as if it was pleasing him.
His eyes turned a deeper shade of red.
He got off of me. I sat up from my laying position and looked at him.
"You big wolf. Seriously?" He nodded his head. "I'll never ever call you Lucy again."
Oh, shoot! I totally forgot about my father. I looked back at my wound. It was almost healed. That's why I felt numb? How? When I looked up, I saw Luciano running away. I gawked at the place where it was before. Hold on, did I also get friendly with an animal easily?
'See ya.'
"Who else knows to do magic?" I muttered to myself.