Up in his room, Thomas was laid on his bed, face buried on his pillow, trying to ignore the headache that was starting to form because of his thoughts going a thousand miles an hour on his mind.
"Cyra, such a little bitch" he thought. He didn't know her personally but he had heard enough from his parents to be able to write a biography of the girl. They complimented her, they smiled when they talked about her, they acted like they were proud of her like she was their own. Wish didn't make sense to the boy, because he knew for a fact that she didn't even know them personally until today, she had probably heard of them from her mother, but nothing more.
It didn't help that she was hot. Like crazy hot. Her brown hair was braided, but he could see it was long because the braids were long as well. Her voice was soft, but confident at the same time, making her presentation even more angelical. Her smile was almost natural, but it looked like it had been printed of a magazine, it looked rehearsed and he didn't think anyone else had noticed, but he did.
Her body looked like it had been sculptured, made by an artist that didn't like imperfections, and the dress made it even harder to pry his eyes off her, because of the way it fitted her body like a second skin.
But her appearance didn't change the fact that he didn't like her, not one bit. Not even if her amber, almost yellow eyes were a sight on its own, or if his body reacted when she entered the room as soon as his eyes were on her. Nothing changed the fact that his father already seemed to adore her more than he had ever shown him.
She was an attention seeker, he was sure of it.
What he didn't realize was that she had caught his attention, since his mind hadn't stopped replaying the way her eyes shown interest and some sort of deepness to them.
Thomas eventually got out of the soft mattress, making his way to the door after changing his attire to a plain white t-shirt and some running shorts, while trying to think of an excuse to say his parents to go out. Probably running, something that always helped him clear his mind.
Once he set foot out of the room he started his way to the stairs but was interrupted as a small body collided with his bigger one. Arms instantly wrapping around the petit frame.
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The hard surface that Cyra crashed with almost felt like a wall, but she knew it wasn't one because she felt two arms wrap around her to steady both of them. Cyra suddenly felt trapped, but it wasn't the normal fear she was used to. It was a foreign feeling, that she didn't understand, and when she smelled the cologne that the person in front of her was using, that feeling only intensified, the smell was strong, but in a good way, Hugo Boss, for sure, she was an addict when it came to man perfume.
After a few moments she regained her balance and pushed the unknown person away from her, she didn't even think, who it could be, she just wanted her personal space to stay personal.
Rule number two, never let them come too close, physically or emotionally.
When she finally focused on the person in front of her, she realized it was Thomas Rhodes, the boy who had been on her mind just a few minutes ago.
"What the hell?!" She said with an irritated tone.
"Excuse me? You were the one who came against me." The boy responded looking bored, but a little irritated as well, a look that he seemed to use a lot.
She was about to reply when he rolled his eyes and turned his back to her walking away and murmuring "Fucking bitch."
Cyra heard him and then she felt anger starting to boil her blood, but she contained herself, knowing that her mother was just downstairs, but still said "Asshole." loud enough for him to hear.
He didn't know her, he would never know her, but she wasn't going to tolerate that kind of behavior towards her, she was strong and powerful. She was a Jones, even if sometimes she wished she wasn't.
The boy went downstairs before she did, practically running out the door, after mumbling something, while Cyra came back to the living room, both of them thinking almost the same thing:
What a jerk.
What a bitch.
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An hour later, Cyra and her mother were on their way to the house they would call their home from now on. They had said their goodbye's to the Rhodes fifteen minutes ago and Cyra was relieved she hadn't cross Thomas again, since he had run out of the house after saying something to his parents that she hadn't heard.
She didn't like rude people and she tried to be nice to everyone in general, but she wouldn't pretend he didn't call her a bitch and move on. That just wasn't her. So she wanted to stay as far as she could from him, to avoid that strange feeling at all costs, it was something new, and it lasted just a few seconds, but she couldn't identify it and the unknown terrified her. It was something almost electrifying, and freaking strange.
She decided to stop thinking about that idiot and focused on what was about to happen, letting her mind wander, she was excited but a little nervous, she wanted the house to be perfect. With a garden and an open space so she could relax from time to time near the pool, and a studio with big mirrors, so she could train properly. But deep down she was feeling the same thing she had been trying to avoid at all costs, the numbness, the void, the hole in her heart that would never heal, and that kept hunting her. During lunch, she was able to ignore it, just like she did most of the time, but it never left, it was always there, always reminding her of the person she used to be, of the life she used to have, and of the things that she had lost.
She knew she would feel it, the pain caused by the change. Leaving her old life behind seemed the best option, and Cyra knew it was, but she didn't want to forget, all the memories of her life before the incident were stored in the old house, and she would never let those go, not even if it killed her to remember, to be inside those walls who made everything look so unreal, she would never let that go, because she was afraid that if she did, and if she stopped feeling the pain, the only thing left would be the void and the emptiness, and she would rather live in pain the rest of her life, then to feel numb forever.
She was pulled out of her thoughts because of her phone vibrating, it was a message from an unknown number:
"Heyy! It's Sarah, just texting so you can save my number. I really liked getting to know you 🥰
Do you want to hang out tomorrow? Me, my boyfriend and some of our friends are going to the beach to relax. Probably surf a bit as well. What do you think?"
Cyra was a little surprised but a smile made his way to her face and texted her back:
"Hey, sure, text me the time and where can we meet, I don't really know my way around yet 😅"
Just as she sent the message, the car came to a stop. Cyra looked outside the window and saw a big house, not too modern, nor too rustic, just the perfect mix of both, it was beautiful, with a lot of green around the entire property, they had passed the gate a few minutes ago but she didn't notice, because she was distracted with her phone.
She got out of the car and admired her new home, she loved it, all of it. It had a white painting with some blue in it, white details in the windows, and a wood door. It was the most incredible house she had ever seen. Not even the Rhodes property compared to this. It was isolated, and private, surrounded by trees, and nothing but silence, wish made Cyra excited and nervous at the same time, because she knew she would spend a lot of time alone in there, since her mother traveled a lot in business, wish she wouldn't particularly enjoy, but she would deal with it.
Cassandra came up to her side and started to walk towards the door, with her daughter right behind her.
And Cyra wasn't surprised when she saw the inside, it was just as breathtaking as the exterior of the house, with modern furniture, all white and in wood colors, with some color here and there, like the silver pillows in the white sofa, the silver curtains, and the silver carpet. She looked at her mother who was eyeing the space, evaluating every detail, just like she did with everything, and she gave a small nod of approval Cyra was glad, because she really liked it.
Cyra proceeded to look around and get to know the house a little, and everything was great, they had a pool in the backyard, with a big space to relax just like she wanted. On the first level, there was the kitchen, the living room, dining room, and an office that could very well be a room with the space it had.
She moved on for the second floor when she was done exploring those spaces, and here there were four rooms, three bathrooms, and another office. Her mother came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder, making her jump slightly at the sudden contact.
"Your room is upstairs, I asked specifically for it to be put to your taste." Cassandra said with a small smile, before walking to the office Cyra had been just a couple of seconds ago.
The girl felt a small warm spread across her chest. Her mother actually thought of her and that made her heart swell.
She was curious how her room looked like, so she ran to the last floor of the house, and just like her mother said, there it was her door. It was the only door on the entire floor, and once you passed it, it was like you were in another world, dancers posters were decorating the walls; medals and trophies were in the shells positioned in a corner of the room, and a big white secretary was in the opposite corner, near a big window. Leaving the bed in the middle of the room, covered in cute pillows. She also had her private bathroom wish was already filled with her things. She wasn't a big fan of people going through her stuff, but her mother had insisted on sending people to put everything in order before they arrived, meaning they didn't need to unpack, because everything was already there, including most of their clothes.
She moved to the window, to see the view she would have while studying and was faced with the beach, not too far, probably a fifteen-minute walk after you got out of the propriety.
She was exhausted, the time had passed way faster than she expected it during the lunch with the Rhodes, and now the clock marked 5.30 pm so she decided to take a shower and try to sleep a little, even if she didn't like it, she knew she needed it, so she took two sleeping pills to try to avoid the nightmares and laid her head on her pillow she felt the familiar darkness surrounding her, so she just let herself be taken to a reality that broke her a little more every time she woke up...
Sleeping the rest of the day...