NIKOVA'S POV:
Flashback
I step on the rooftop of Maria's and Josh's house, slowly letting the window down but not all the way down so I can sneak back in. Ignoring the pain of my really sensitive body I jump down making sure I don't make any sounds, so I don't wake them up. As soon as I was kind of far from the house so I can't see it anymore I let out the breath I didn't realize i was holding and let myself relax.
I feel the cold wind brushing back some strands of hair that have fallen on my face, blurring my vision. The air smells like fresh rain and I can't but feel kind of sad that I missed it. The leaves that fell from the now cold tone-colored trees coted the ground like a blanket.
Tonight, I just had one of the worst beating from the people that call themselves "my parents". They left my body a painted canvas, different shades of red, purple, blue and black coted my skin. I wore a big, black hoodie and some cargo pants so people didn't see my body.
It was 3AM and the only sours of light were the stars. I love taking long night walks like this just to clear my mind and being autumn is just a plus. I love autumn, is my favorite time of the year because I feel that in autumn the whole world quiets down and everything is just so beautiful.
I take the pack of cigarettes that was in my pocket and take one out. I light it and take the first puff. I love smoking. I started at an actual early age because just like alcohol it made my body feel like it was floating, and my mind blur all the bad thoughts. I was fourteen when I first started smoking and I haven't stop since then. At fifteen I meet alcohol and soon we became best friends.
I walked and walked and walked until I ended in my favorite place. It was an old house that was just at the end of the street. I loved coming here because it was like on a clef, and you could see almost the whole city. I sat on an old bench while taking long breaths in and out of my cigarette until I heard some levees crush like someone walked on them and I turned my head. At first everything was black but when I looked better, I saw a little orange light like a cigarette. The light came closer and then I saw a shadow of a person. A really tall and muscular person. They walked closer until I could see them thanks to an open streetlight and my breath got caught in my throat.
It was a boy. A very handsome boy. He was much taller than I taught when I first saw him and much more muscular. His jawline was sharp, his defined cheekbones were so perfect that they looked sculpted, his eyes were a beautiful color of dark brown almost black and he had plumped lips, his bottom fuller than the top one. He had a beautiful dense black hair. And his earring was shining under the light.
He came closer until he reached the bench I was sitting and quietly sat down next to me. He brought his cigarette to his lips, and I watched him inhaling the smoke than letting it out. I turned my head and did the same. We sat there quiet, neither of us saying anything and we just smoked. I should feel weird and uncomfortable that a stranger sat next to me on an old bench next to an abandoned house with no sign of human move, but I didn't. I brought my knees to my chest because the autumn cold could finally be sensed.
"I don't usually see you here." he says disturbing the silence and I shivered when I heard his voice. It was so deep and mysterious that I almost froze.
"I don't come here very often." I say with my usual cold voice. I lied. I came here almost every time I felt like I couldn't breathe in that house.
"Well, you should." he said and turned his head so he could see my face. I saw his eyes travel all over my face. From my eyes to my lips, and for once I thanked the dark because I felt my cheeks heat up.
"What's your name, tesoro?" his eyes still glued to my face. I only looked at him, then turned my face away and brought my cigarette to my lips and I could still feel his eyes follow every single one of my moves. Once he got the message that I wasn't sure to tell him my name he turned his head and looked at the beautiful view in front of us. It was quiet for a little bit and then I finally gave in and said it.
"Nikova." he then turned his head and looked at me, a hint of surprise played on his features.
"What's yours?" I ask now curios to know more about him.
"Lucas." his usual cold expression wasn't that visible anymore.
And that night we stood there and talked about every little thing that passed our minds and promised each other that we will meet there the next night. I returned home and sat on my bed thinking about him and for once I felt more alive than I did my whole life.
end of flashback
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chapter 5 donee, you guys finally meet the mysterious him.
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Nikova
Random"Either I will find a way or I will make one". "Underestimate me. That'll be fun." Nikova Ricci is a girl who always hated her life. Even tho she is the best assasin, street racer, hacker, car racer in the underground world. She always wondered...
