THE BAD BOY WHO TRESPASSED(#WATTYS2016)

Chapter 1

NINA DOBREV AS KIARA WILLIAMS

"The storm was swirling outside

Others got the rain

I got its rage"

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I watched her.

I watch her long dark brown pinned straight hair. Her lifeless plain brown eyes. Her little nose. Her chapped lips. She is 5 ft 6 inches tall. At some point in my life I had considered her beautiful, with standing confidence and fire in her eyes. But now her dull eyes and plain form just shows me what she is -a coward.

The girl in the mirror.

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I put the last of my clothes in the brown box and shut it close. All done or I hope so. I move around my small room to check if I am forgetting something. The room was not too big, henceforth taking only 5 minutes to check it again. Everything was packed. I sat on my bed waiting for my brother to pick me up. He had recently completed college and now has become a cop. I am moving in with him in his apartment in Boston.

I looked out of my window. The red scorching ball of fire was casted high in the sky. Summer. A year ago I had loved summer but now everything feels same.

The blaring horn down on the street caught my attention. It was my brother's car. A Honda. Red colour. Its, oops sorry my mistake, her name is Lolita. My brother's most loved possession.

He got out of the car and entered in. The only thing visible from here was his brown sandy hair. The only thing same about us is our eyes but his eyes hold some kind of spark while mine are just plain and dead.

A knock on my bedroom door followed by his heavily build physique knocked me out of my retrieve. I turned over from my window to see him glancing wearily at the splattered boxes covering my bedroom floor. He was wearing a wife beater topped with a shirt and blue jeans.

Let me tell you something about my brother known to the outer world as Matthew Williams. He is five years older than me, 23. Just a month ago he graduated college, became a cop, moved out and rented an apartment just a couple of weeks ago. He is the only person I freely talk to and consider as a family and I wouldn't exchange him for a billion granola bars.

"You certainly have more stuff that I thought and do you really need all this trash?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

Scratch that- I would happily exchange him for a billion granola bars.

"Most of them have books and yes I do need them." I snapped.

"Oh sorry I forgot you are in hibernation and don't need to get angry" he mocked with his nose scrunched up.

"Just start lifting them up" I said with a sigh while picking up my duffle bag from the floor and running down the stairs towards his car- Ms Lolita.

He shortly came after me with a box in his hand, "so excited to move to Boston" he said with an amused expression.

"No, excited to move out of here" I said grumpily.

All trace of amusement had gone from his face and he used his energy to load the boxes in the car rather than talking to me for which I can't be happier.

I turned around to see the house I had spent 17 years in. Not too fancy, just a simple 2 storey house. The bright walls now looked so pale and scary. I loved it a year ago when it was a home with a happy family residing in but now it just seems as a house with faded brick walls. I don't even know if I can call it my home as I am moving out for good forever. Slowly and involuntarily my eyes moved to the house standing next to the house I resided in until now. Horror started to rise and my chest felt heavy. I try to tear my gaze but some force was making me to look straight at that house. One year had passed but the house has same effect on me as it was yesterday or a month ago. I tried to avoid it as much as I could. Only taking the left route to go somewhere or to the school where I completed my junior year. My window shows the front porch saving me from seeing this house every day. The house that holds my night of horror. The house which haunts my nightmares. The scary tall green walls, the darkness surrounding it showing for how long this house had been empty for. The house of which the sight only make me puke my guts out. My breathing became heavy and I tried to tear my gaze from that house to save myself from a panic attack. The house where-

I was able to separate my gaze when I heard Matt's voice.

"Everything is packed and we are set to go, I left a note on the kitchen counter for-"he stopped abruptly thinking about what to say mother? Father? Our parents? "Them to know you are leaving" he continued oblivious of me trying to bring my breathing back to its pace.

"They already know" I said with my eyes set on my legs.

A worn out sigh escaped from his lips, "Kiara, you know I have been wanting to take you away from here the moment-" the guilt in his voice make me break my glare from my legs and I set my gaze at him.

"I know, its fine. You've done everything you could, you were in college living in dorm, and even though you wanted, you couldn't have done much. And the moment you got an apartment you made arrangements for me to move in with you. You enrolled me for my senior year in Boston and you talked to them to let me live with you. It is a different thing that they were more than happy to send me away but you know you are the best brother anyone could have" I said with content and a small smile.

"I am not the best brother after-"my glassy glare make him shut up instantly and realization dawn upon him that he was moving to off limit area.

"Buckle up we have a long trip and we have to reach there before its get dark" he said with a grin that could split his face into two changing the subject with ease.

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