Heartbreakers: The Cursed Child- Book 1

Chapter 26

It was that guy. The same guy but only, he looked much better in reality. He was more glorious, he looked like a prince, he even with his choice of clothes.

He smiled at me before shifting his gaze towards James, the ugly midget that stood beside me.

"Why you lookin' at my girlfriend, creep."

Uggh, he acts like an American chav.

As soon as that thought came into my head, I had just processed what he had referred to me as.

'Girlfriend'

I feel myself growing even more disgusted, the anger rising inside me and without waiting another second, I punch him square in the jaw, making him collapse into the darkness. I stare at the struggling figure as he gasps for air while on his hands and knees before his head shoots up and swivels around to face me. I watch with satisfaction as blood begins to seep out of the corner of his mouth.

He glares at me in anger and humiliation.
"You fucking..." but before I can allow him to finish, I find myself punching him over and over again.

"I'm not your fucking girlfriend you dirty fucker!" I'm yelling more curse words as I continue punching him with all my might. I never knew how strong I was. I had thought, as well as others, I was weak my whole life and only now I discovered this unbelievable strength within me.

Suddenly, I'm yanked off of him by a pair of strong arms and pulled backwards.

"Shh, it's okay, kiddo. You're not his girlfriend, we know that. Calm down, okay." He's cooing and shushing me, trying to calm me down. I feel strange tingles moving into my arms, where this person's touching me, rushing into my bloodstream and moving all around my body. I sigh, I know I've released all my anger at the bastard in front of me, cowering further into the ground as he's staring at me in fear, covered in bruises and fresh blood.

I only realise it now, something dark is in my heart, it's making me feel powerful and I want to kill him right there. It's a darkness I've felt my whole life but the only difference is that it's coming from me. People have shown their dark evil sides towards me, making me suffer but this, it is mine and it's beyond evil.

I lunge forward, my arms trying to reach for the bastard and he screams, backing away and making me feel more powerful than ever. I've never been this powerful.

But suddenly, I snap back into reality as I hear a soft, angelic voice telling me that it's okay.

I gasp in realisation, I was going to kill someone, that is not who I am. I'm better than them.

I turn around and see the same guy trying to comfort me, staring at me with concern. I know he's noticed my bruised arm and neck. I smile and tell him I'm fine but he looks reluctant to letting me go.

I move his arms away and tell him I'm going but he catches my upper arm, the same one that is still throbbing from an earlier punishment I had received. I cry out in pain, fire shooting up my arm and burning me. I feel more tears building up and this time I allow them to drop.

His face drops and he begins apologising, as I cling to my burning arm. My face is flooded in tears as he asks me what happened. I don't tell him and instead I turn to leave.

Before I take any steps further, he calls out to me.

"What's your name?" I hesitantly tell him through my sobs.

"Yulia Ivanova."
He shouts out his own name, making me stop in my tracks.
"Elijah Hermiston!" He waved at me and I stare in confusion, waiting for me to leave.

Why the hell is he waving at me? This guy is nuts.

I just shake my head, shrugging off these questions, then making my way back home. At this time they'll be out.

*****

The lights are all off and I know they are all sleeping. I find a small window that's slightly open and make my way into the house. Everything is quiet, still, dark; the only thing I could hear was the loud snores coming from each room.

I make my way to the bathroom, seeing that the door is closed so no one probably went in, thinking it was locked and I was inside it.

I know how to open doors without even a single creak from being let out. I get inside and turn the lock quiet and moving the extra lock into the hole so no one can get in.

I collapse onto the ground in pain and sprawl myself out onto the ground. I touch my arm on the place he had touched me and I sigh in relief.

He seriously touched me. How jealous would those idiots get if they found that out.

That's the first time I've met him and I'm not surprised if I never see him again. It was probably a one in a lifetime experience and I was happy to have been given that chance.

A few days pass and I don't see him, not like he would go past this shit hellhole ever. I'm taking out the trash after finishing a long day of working continuously as usual. My dress is slightly ripped with a huge hole down the bottom of it and is clearly visible. My hair's a mess after being pulled and the dress I wear is slightly short on my arms, showing all the bruises and scars I've received. My eyes are burning and I don't need to look into a mirror to see how red and swollen they are.

I look like I've just came from a grave. Dead and ugly. Luckily I wasn't sweating after all that work, I was more cold.

As soon as I turn around, I see the face of an angel who's standing behind the small gates. He's staring wide eyed at me and the gates are squeezing his thighs as he stands against them.

One word comes out of his mouth, my own name. I hear the beautiful voice almost sing but the crack in it bothers me.

For a while, we stand there, not moving and just staring at each other. I can't stare into his eyes, I feel ashamed. Luckily, someone shouts for me to come back in.

"You fucking cunt! Get inside and clean the table. Everyone's finished eating and if you want something to eat, hurry up and start cleaning."

My eyes burn with tears of embarrassment as I rush into the house, ignoring the fact that he told me to wait. Locking the door and making my way to the dining room, I am greeted with a punch in the head.

"What took you so bloody long? Hurry up!" I was pushed against the table and immediately I set off to work, getting the cloth to wipe the table and so on.

I can't believe I saw him again, though why did I care? It's not like I'd ever be able to go out and meet him. Plus he's seen what I'm like, he probably thinks I'm disgusting.