Intrigue Par Vous -(COMPLETED)-

Chapter 1: Mysterious Boy

Author's Note: This story contains mature themes and strong language. If you are not ages thirteen and over, I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

I woke up, my eye vision blurry. I was in a dark corner and in the middle of the room was a dim light. The next thing I knew was the door wide open, the bang the door made sent a shiver down my spine. A figure outside the door walked in, I could definitely tell it was a man. A man that I have seen before. His brown hair was pushed back and his hazel eyes looked at me with anger in his eyes. He dragged his ice pick and walked directly towards my direction. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I wanted to cry and scream for help, but that would only get me into so much more trouble. Ricardo motioned me to get up, but I still hugged my knees. It would make no difference if I listened or not, eventually he'll hit me with his ice pick. I heard him sigh heavily as he dropped his ice pick. I flinched. He walked away and collapsed onto the sofa as his hands ruffled his hair. He looked...upset. I was surprised at first because he was usually so intimidating and he loved to watch me suffer. I was a twelve year old girl with a father who spends his time drinking and a mother who was taking care of my older sister and I. I wanted to help, so I would work for Ricardo as a house maid to clean for money. Slowly, I stood up and dusted myself. My heart was beating rapidly. I walked towards Ricardo's direction and hugged him. He was tense at first and then he hugged me back. My heart stopped beating heavily and I enjoyed his presence. For the first time, I felt safe in his arms.

"Is everything alright?" My fragile self whispered. It took a while for him to answer but eventually he did.

"Why are you comforting me when all I ever do to you is hurt you?" He asked. I thought about my answer for a moment, then smiled. My mother always told me one thing about forgiveness. When I fought with my sister she would say: My darling, holding a grudge doesn't make you strong; it makes you bitter. Forgiving doesn't make you weak, it sets you free. I chuckled.

"My mother always said when I was younger that holding a grudge doesn't mean you are strong, all it ever does is make you bitter. But if you forgive, it won't mean your weak, it sets you free" I replied, smiling.

"Blaze...you are an extraordinary young lady. I wish I had somebody like you, eh?" He whispered.

"I'm here, aren't I?" I chuckled. For the first time I felt loved, I felt...wanted. I always wanted a father to hold me and tell me that everything was going to be okay, but I could see that Ricardo wanted to be comforted. So I did comfort him. Who knows? Maybe he will do the same, seeing as my dad is to busy drinking for his own family, for his own daughters.

My eyes shot open to the sound of my alarm clock. I groaned and rolled out of bed. It was all a dream. Well, not really since this did happen, three years ago. I guess I could say that this was a flashback. I know what you are all thinking, what happened to Ricardo? Long story short, he met my older sister and they fell in love. I yawned and made my way to my closet. Right, what was I wearing to school? What a stupid question, uniform, of course, after all, this is England. But I didn't really give a fricker fracker about it as year 10 was almost over, and something in my gut told me that year 11 would whizz by quickly, time really does fly by. Then in college I could wear whatever I wanted to attend College. After brushing my teeth and slipping on my uniform, I applied some foundation, rubbed on some concealer and put on some mascara and jet black eyeliner. I loved how my tan complexion brought out my green eyes and strawberry blonde hair, which was long and thick, if I may say so myself. I really wasn't bothered to do my hair so I decided to put my hair up in a messy bun. I looked hot with my curls falling down my face anyway. I hopped downstairs and helped myself to the Nutella covered pancakes in front of me.

"Mornin' kiddo!" Bree smiled. I gestured her a good morning and continued with my breakfast, God how I loved food. Honestly, I love food more than people.