Unbound (The Sight: Book 1) A Paranormal Romance

Chapter 2

"You, open the bloody door!" I woke up to a dim room and my aunt hollering and banging on the door.

Groaning, I sat up in bed and was shocked to see that it was almost noon.

"You have a boy in there, don't you? Open UP," Meredith shouted and banged even loudly causing the door to shake.

I shook my head in disappointment, I had never had people over at my shabby place, let alone a boy. Aunt Meredith had a knack for always assuming the worst. I quickly pushed away the dresser blocking the door and opened it to find my aunt dressed in a slinky black outfit and the previously cleaned apartment once again dirty.

"You," Meredith said, panting heavily, "I told you, no boys allowed." Her platinum blond hair was tangled, black mascara was smudged around her eyes. Her breath stank of liquor.

"I didn't have anyone over, ma'am, I was sleeping."

"Why was your door locked?"

"Sometimes I want a little privacy, is that a crime?" I huffed as the last of my patience snapped and pushed past her towards the bathroom, while she marched into my room, probably looking for boys hidden in closets.

I slammed the bathroom door shut and took a moment to regain my composure. I glanced into the mirror to see that my long, wavy black hair was a mess. My otherwise vibrant blue eyes were dull, dark circles under them. My usually pale complexion was somehow even more so.

Suddenly, the anger towards my aunt draining away, memories from the previous night came flooding back. The man called Raihn had called me a Lightkeeper. And there had been something about the Griham. Also the three men themselves, who exaclty were they? They seemed to be around my age yet I had never seen them in town. Were they truly insane?

I pressed my fingers to my forehead and my gaze was snagged by weird markings around my wrist. It looked like a tattoo, the mark a series of circles around my left wrist like a bracelet.

"What the hell?" I murmured as I tried to wipe it off. It did not budge, even when I tried using soap and water. And then the usual, familiar anger was back. How dare they use their freakish abilities to overpower me? A normal fist fight would have had them rolling on the floor in pain.

Still fuming, I decided to take a quick shower and clean up before my shift at the local bakery. My waist length midnight hair was braided down my back. When I was ready, I quietly padded to my room to wear my uniform. It was an orange-green jumpsuit, the sight of the fading smiling cupcake logo on the front always brought forth fond memories.

On my way out I grabbed my own phone as well as the one given to me by the guy called Micah. My aunt was now on the couch, the tv blaring some reality show.

"Where are you going?" she barked, a cigarette clasped loosely in her fingers.

"My Saturday shift, ma'am," I resisted the urge to sigh.

"Be back before curfew," she snapped and returned her attention to the tv. I quietly went outside not daring to breathe until I was outside.

It was a pleasant afternoon, and I quickened my footsteps as a glance at my watch told me I was almost late for my shift. The smells of pumpkin, spices and cocoa wafted down the street when I reached the bakery.

No one from my college knew I worked here, and none of them would visit this part of the town anyways. I could only imagine what would happen if someone found out. I had a reputaion of the Eva Mor after all...

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"Welcome, my dear! How was your week?" Mrs. Smith had her usual cheerful smile as she waved to me from behind the counter.