Heartbreakers: The Cursed Child- Book 1

Chapter 9

The room was burning now, I couldn't handle the heat, so I made my way to the small balcony that led through the double glass doors.

The glass doors gave me a view of the calm street which I was now staying at, the little white cottages were lit on the outside with the lamps that hung next to the wooden front doors. Bushes and plants and trees decorating the gardens elegantly, making them look like they had just come out of a 19's movie, the typical British gardens you'd see everywhere.
I was standing on the balcony listening to the distant sound of traffic, horns beeping whilst drivers cussed. Drunken people laughing and the breeze was rushing past, getting stronger and louder by the minutes.

My hair was untied, only two thick strands from the front were pinned at the back with a small white hair clip I had found in my bag a few years ago. Chewing on the minty gum I had supplied myself with, I rested my chin on the palm of my hand whilst my elbows rested on the balcony's edge.

The wind was blowing in my face making my hair flap backwards and pushing everything away from my face. I was concentrating on the sound of the wind, the direction it came from, too distracted to hear the footsteps of the people who were coming my way.

"Come on boys. Got business to do with that bitch." I heard a booming voice echo in the small neighbourhood making me snap into reality, the voice was aggressive and harsh, the accent that was definitely mixed culture but from London, and the sounds of heavy boots hitting the pavement.

Peering down from the balcony, a group of guys wearing only black, blending into the dark shadows had come into sight.

Hoodies, gilets on top, tracksuits, jeans, high top trainers, leather boots, balaclavas, backpacks. They were the guys you'd see everywhere and not all of them were dangerous, but these guys had guns. They were the ones who'd emerge at night and because of these kind of guys, there were war zones.

Drugs and alcohol and stealing and killing. That's all I'd ever known about these guys.
I was so panicked, thinking of the worst case scenarios and looking into the distance, I hadn't realised the guys stopping in front of the inn before going into it. That was until I felt like someone was staring at me, their eyes burning into my skin making me feel the physical pain and mentally panic.

My eyes began darting around frantically to see who this 'stalker' was until my eyes made contact with a pair of light eyes, a bright green or blue colour. His face was wrapped in a Bali but seeing his frame, I could tell he was young, possibly in his early twenties.

Our eyes were locked, neither of us breaking the contact. His crystal eyes gleaming in the bright light that shone from the inn.

The inn. It was the inn that I was staying at, and I shifted my gaze to where he stood, clearly he was intending to go inside and my eyes widened in fear as I looked back into his eyes but he furrowed his eyebrows, probably confused at my reaction. I quickly went inside and locked the glass doors and moved the curtains back so it was covered.

Uggh, why the fuck are you so dramatic, Yulia!?

I double checked the front door, making sure it was locked and I crouched down, moving my ear to the ground.

I wanted to hear what was going on so badly, road men just under my room, but everything was normal, they were probably whispering if it was 'business' which probably meant it was dangerous.

I couldn't help but think about that guy, he was wearing a short sleeved black compression shirt with light blue baggy jeans, he wore white high top trainers a gilet, his face was covered in that mask; he was the typical road man you'd see in London.

Knock knock knock.

My heart skipped a beat and my head shot up, who would come over at this time. Part of me wanted to see who it was, screaming for it to be the same guy I'd seen at the balcony, but a different part of me wanted me to run to the bed and curl up into a ball and stay there until the person went away.

Instead, I walked to the door and looked through the hole that would show me who the mystery person was.

It was Anne, thank goodness it was.
Opening the door and greeting her, I told her to come in, closing the door behind her but not locking it, after I had switched on the light.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you, dear?" She looked at me with worry, waiting for my response before she decided to speak.
"No, I just woke up."
"Okay. That's good. Anyways, I spoke with John and he's allowed you to stay here and work here as a job. We want you to be part of a family, our family. But I want to know if you'd like that." She stared at me with a huge grin on her face, staring at me and I couldn't help but smile myself, I couldn't resist such an offer.

"Of course. I'd love that, thank you so much." She pulled me into a tight hug before I could say anything else.

"We'll start tomorrow. Good night." She got up and left the room before I could even change my mind on the offer.

A family, our family.

She really cared about me. Maybe this was going to be a good fresh start.

Hopefully.