She's The Beautiful Devil

Chapter 4

Deyan Nikolov sat playing with his thumbs. Why was his mother taking so long? He knew that she had told him to wait but he couldn't help but feel completely useless. There was something up with Nadia and he knew it. Where else would all the money be coming from? Certainly not his father, he hardly ever sold any crops as he rarely had enough for his own family let alone enough to feed others. His mother didn't work and spent most of her time looking after him and Nadia. No, it had to be Nadia. But what? What could she be doing that she didn't want to tell mother, father or even Deyan? Deyan trusted Nadia more than anyone else in the world, so he trusted her to do the right thing. She was a good person and Deyan knew that. But Deyan couldn't help but feel... betrayed. He told her everything so why couldn't she do the same?

The small sparks of fire which barely kept the stew boiling had now blown out. Deyan stood up and refueled the fire with thin twigs, he knew it wouldn't keep the fire going for long but it was all he had. With his stomach rumbling, he decided to walk out through the back door and into the small patch of crops. Expecting to see his father, Deyan was shocked to see the small piece of land empty. With an uprooted green plant chucked onto the ground and a spade crushing a plant, Deyan could see that his father had left in a hurry. Feeling slightly sick, he instantly was more worried about what the people were crying over.

Deyan knew that Nadia, Marin and Anka had always thought that he didn't notice the way they acted and that he was to weak to do anything to help but they were wrong. He was strong and always wanted to help Marin with the crops and Anka with the cooking but nobody ever asked him because they feared he was too sick. When he was sick, Deyan thought he was going to die. In fact, he was sure of it. The most he had to eat was a vegetable or two a day and that was if he was lucky. All he wanted was for his family to have more money and food when he was gone so that they could be happy and healthy. He thought that he had to die for them to have more food, for them to be healthier.

An abrupt noise from the front door made Deyan nearly jump out of skin.

"Mother!" Deyan whispered hopefully. Rushing back into the house Deyan ran to the door and reached to unlock it when another several hard, loud thumps were wacked on the door. Hesitating, he dropped his hand from the door for his mother would not knock like that, nor his father or Nadia. Normally, he would open it without thinking but Anka had told him not to unlock the door.

"Open the door!" Grunted a man's voice Deyan did not recognise. Stepping back from the door, Deyan heard more and more hard knocks. "Open the door NOW!"

"No." Said Deyan, raising his chin in a defiant manner. Hearing sarcastic laughs outside Deyan suddenly felt very small.

"Don't be a fool little boy open the door now!" Said the man again even more angirly and thumping a firm fist on the door. When Deyan did nothing again the man growled and kicked the door harder and harder. Deyan stepped back as he heard the door breaking down. The door fell in on itself revealing the man wearing rich, strong clothes and many daggers in his belt. His firm expression tightened as he marched towards Deyan. Walking backwards as fast as he could, Deyan was panting in fear. The man grasped him with his huge hand by the arm and tugged him forwards as if he weighed nothing. Placing a dirty, wet cloth and on Deyan's mouth he smiled grimly. Deyan tried to fight him but his small arms made no diffrence to the man's firm grip. His eyes closing quickly Deyan soon fell in a deep, deep sleep.