You can be the pill to ease the pain..
The day starts out as normal as it can, few teachers here and there asking about my bruises. I would reply to their concerned looks with a simple, "I fell. I'm clumsy what can I say." Which made them give me sympathetic looks and not question further. Things only got strange when I would ever so often catch a girl following me in the halls to my later classes. I lost it when she continued to do so when I started heading to my car.
I halt my steps, making her jump in place. I guess I didn't look too happy.
"Why are you following me? While it is flattering and slightly creepy, what's the point of it?"
"Hi! Well.. bye!"
She tried to make a run for it, but I was too quick for her. What I didn't expect however, was her grabbing the hand I had placed on her arm to hold her in place, twisting it, and make me yell at the sudden pain.
"Don't touch me. Got that, Lloyd?" She stated.
The bubbly personality that seemed to radiate off of her completely disappear and instead, an almost deadly aura appeared.
She let's go of my now painful hand, bubbly personality showing again through her features. I must admit, she was very beautiful. Her eyes were dark brown. Chocolate brown, but like the expensive one. The one you're too scared too eat because you want to savor it's beauty and flavor. That's what looking at her made me want to do, continue to look and not touch. She was like a masterpiece that was so breathtaking.
She wasn't Rose though.
"Who are you?" I question.
"Nadia Aldaine." She spoke proudly.
"Alright.. hello, Nadia. Why are you following me?"
"I-I saw your fight with Rose. I'm friends with her so.. I just wanted to meet you. Big fan!"
The hesitation in her words make me furrow my eyebrows in disbelief. This made her roll her eyes and sigh.
"Fine! Fine.. Alright! The truth is.. I have to go!"
With a blink of an eye she disappeared leaving me alone in the now empty parking lot.
What just happened?
—•—
I didn't have another fight until a week from now so I had to be home. Lucky me, my foster parents were home for once. Sarcasm. Mason tells me it's my best feature from my mother.
"Hey. Need help with anything?" I ask.
My foster mother glances at my direction and smiles warmly, nodding.
"Oh hi dear! Glad you're home. I was just going to clean the kitchen but can't reach. Could you do me a favor and grab the small ladder from the garage?"
Don't get me wrong, I love her. My foster mom was one of the kindest people I know. She was your typical, "baking cookies for the kids" lady.
I just didn't like my foster father.
"No problem." I smiled back at her.
I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed down to the garage. He was there. With a proud and nasty look on him. He was on the phone with her.. his mistress. That's why I hated him. I had told my foster mom as soon as I found out, but she smiled sadly and told me that she knew. She continued to say that what could she do about it, she loved him. I grab the ladder and huff in his direction, slamming the door as I exist.
Men like him deserve to rot alone.
"Here you go."
I hand her the ladder and start walking towards the front door.
"Going somewhere, sweetie?" She asks.
"To a friends. I won't be out so late. Promise!" I close the door, not slamming it like before.
Friends? Yeah, okay. I was going to the ring to watch people beat each other senseless for money.
—•—
"Who's up today, Jorgie?" I sent him a wink.
He fans himself as if blushing too much. I laugh and he chuckles, continuing to hand out tickets and receiving money.
"Serpent and Toni."
"Serpent?" I question.
Jorge shrugs. "I don't know either. Newbie my guess."
I pat his back and head inside, suddenly very curious at who this Serpent person is. I find Mason in the packed crowd talking to a brown haired guy who's about as tall as I am.
"Alec! Perfect time. This is.." Mason hesitates, he doesn't know whether to use the guy's real or ring name.
"Oliver. I go by as Serpent." He smiles cheerfully.
Weird.
I shake his hand and continue to stare at him. I notice his dimples, bright green eyes, and multiple tattoos. There was something off about him. I just couldn't figure out what.
He announces that he has to leave to get ready and I am left alone with Mason.
"Who is he?" I ask.
"He fights for the same ring your father used to. In the far back of your mind you probably recognized the unusual tattoo. Your father had one." Mason gives me a sympathetic look.
Without another word I storm towards the direction he took.
He may know who killed my father. He may know who Malphas is. He may help me find peace.
