Heart of the Huntress Book 2: Feelings

Chapter 12

-with Huntress-

-a week later-

She sighed as she awoke, squinting as she brought her phone screen to life.

She looked at the day and time.

Monday, 5:30am.

She turned her head and groaned loudly into her pillow, before getting up and retrieving a cigarette, stashing the half empty bag of weed into the back of the top draw.

"Won't be needing that for another month" she muttered to herself as she got out of bed looking at herself in the mirror.

She was wearing a short black nightie made of Satin, the very same material her bed sheets and pillow cases were made from.

She had bought the article of clothing on Wednesday when Mina had dragged her out of bed and into the pink ford focus.

Unwashed, Unfed, and Unhappy.

Mina however did provide the girl with mint chocolate and a Hazelnut latte upon getting into the car, which was the only reason she had escaped unscathed.

Mina had deemed it nessecary for the girl to actually get some fresh air and some sun shine even whilst bleeding and cramping, even going as far as providing some semblance of a reward system for the dark haired girl but even Huntress had to admit that she had enjoyed the trip.

They had gone clothes shopping due to Mina wanting new clothes.

Huntress however had opted to mostly buy new pajamas, the nightie she was currently wearing was one of the things she bought.

She had also bought new bras and Underwear that she had liked, some jeans, new skirts and some Linguire that she liked the look of.

Sighing she walked onto her balcony and lit the cigarette taking a drag of it while leaning against the railing, watching at the sun rose over the School building.

"I wonder what could go wrong today" Huntress stated to herself as she exhaled the cigarette smoke through her nose.

She had spent almost the whole week thinking.

She had been thinking about what she, Touya and Aizawa had all agreed on.

She had been thinking about how she had to relinquish control, have someone else in control for once in her life.

The only person ever coming to her mind was Jiro.

Huntress wanted to relinquish the control of her body to the purple haired rocker girl.

Even knowing that that wasn't what Aizawa had meant.

She hissed as her cigarette burnt her fingers and lips causing her to nearly drop it But instead she adjusted her grip on it and looked at it.

"Right down to the filter" she muttered before dropping it in the ash Tray and retreated back Into her room pulling the nightie off as she did so.

She dropped it onto her bed and got dressed for class.

However she growled as she felt the restless twitches within her back.

After a quick shrug of her shoulders her wings shot out.

She stretched them out, growling at the stiffness of them.

"I've really got to remember to stretch them out every now and then" she muttered and relaxed the wing before continuing with her morning, wings out for the world to see.

She left her room, coffee mug in hand and walked to the kitchen preparing a Hazelnut coffee.

She sighed and walked into the attached common area and turned the news on.