"i hate thinking of that time in my life." -salem woods
S A L E M ༺♱༻
"Wake up, Salem." I hear Abel whisper in my ear. My eyes slowly creep open and I look over at him on the edge of my bed. I yawn.
"What time is it?" I ask.
He stares at his watch for a moment, "8:33 am."
I groan, "That's too early, come again later."
I turn over on my stomach and lay my face on my hands. My foot comes in contact with the cold air. Abel reaches for it quickly and begins to tickle my foot.
"Hey!" I grumble, laughing, "Stop it!!" I cough and laugh, he climbs on me and begins to tickle my stomach, "Fine! Fine!" I scream laughing, "I'm up!"
He finally calms down and I quickly try to catch my breath, a huge smile on my face. His green eyes scan my face and fall on my lips. I suck in a shaky breath. "Get off." I mutter.
His eyes widen a bit in shock, "I-"
"Get off!" I shout and shove him off of me, my breathing heavy. My hands are shaking and my head is light.
He's not William. He's not William. He's not William.
Abel is standing in the middle of the room shocked as I am sitting in the corner rocking back and forth breathing as hard as possible. I feel tears threatening to escape my eyes, "Just go. I'll be down in a bit."
He nods and leaves the room without a fight. I sigh in relief. "Thank you." I whisper to myself.
I walk into my bathroom and turn the shower on. The water warms and I undress. My back catches my eyes in the mirror. There are scars and belt marks from my childhood. I stare at my back as the water runs.
A tattoo is placed on my lower back, just like the one my mother had. A serpent.
I was never really a big tattoo person, but I did have a few of them. They all meant something to me, a lot to me.
Abel had millions of tattoos while I only had about ten of them. I'd always wear clothing to cover them, like pants and jackets. And if not that then I'd wear foundation to cover them.
There's not a specific reason as of to why I cover them. I just don't like people to ask the stories behind them, and trust me that's happened a lot.
I step into the shower and let the water run down my body. I will admit that I don't feel perfect. I have hip dips, stretch marks, scars, and burns on my body, but I am still and always will be, beautiful.
The way that the universe made me.
"Salem, you ok in there?" I hear Abel yell from my bathroom door.
My breathing deepens. "I'm fine!" I respond.
I begin to lather the soap into my hair before washing it out. I rinse my hair before washing it once more and then beginning to shave. Making sure that I'm careful around the scars, I shave my legs to perfection.
After shaving and washing, I step out the shower and wrap a towel around my body.
I dry and step towards my mirror. I then towel dry and brush my hair, finishing it by giving it a scrunch.
I had a blow dryer, but I didn't use it often. I didn't like the way it made my hair feel.
Once I was dressed and ready for the day, I put my guns where they go on my body and stepped downstairs. There were over thirty people sitting on the couches and on the floor.
Abel sat in front of everyone and an empty chair sat next to him. I was guessing it was for me, so I took a seat.
"You ok?" he whispered. I gave him a small nod, he decided to start the meeting, "Everyone!" he clapped his hands together. "We are skipping our wedding planning for this, so let's make this quick."
"Your new queen has something to tell you." he announced, shifting his eyes to me. Everyone's eyes widened and they stood up. My men stayed sitting. I smirked and stood.
"As you may have heard, there is a new gang called The Serpents." I specified. "But," I glared at Abel, "They aren't really new."
I heard a few gasps, even one from Abel "As you may also know, my father Taurus Woods, is supposedly dead..." I trailed off.
Abel stops me, "He is dead? I killed him a long time ago." he raises a brow.
I look at him and repeat the words my father told me, "Everything in life is a test. A serpent never dies. The mark lasts forever as long as it's in the skin."
He stands there frozen. "He's not dead. His legacy isn't dead. He's a sick bastard and so is his gang." I explain. "And you're in luck." I clear my throat and turn around. "Lift my shirt."
He is still there frozen. I groan, "Just do it."
His hands rise to the hem of the back of my shirt and reveal a sliver of my back. He sucks in a breath. "You have a tattoo?"
I turn to face him before he can see the scars. "I do."
"A serpent." he clarifies. "So that means...?"
I face everyone else who's watching us in disbelief, one of my men speak up, "She has to kill him, and find out who the heir of the gang is, then kill them too."
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༺♱༻ a/n: just a short one for today. let me know what you think of this chapter, what i need to edit and so on.
