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Chapter 1: Rejected

I flinched, as James fist came flying towards me. As i led out a small whimper, my dark blue eyes met his azur ones. They were filled with anger and, was it a sparkle of regret, i saw?

"Stop it!" I screamed, ducking, when his muscular arm swung towards me again.

"As if i would ever listen to you again, you filthy little slut. You're dead to me. You're dead to all of us." He shouted. I could smell the alcohol in his breath even though I kept myself at a somewhat safe distance."Now come here, so I can give you what you deserve!" He shouted, I could smell the alcohol in his breath even though I kept myself at a somewhat safe distance.

As I looked in to his deep blue eyes, I realised there was nothing left for me here. He despised me; they all despised me. I began to run, as fast as possible, to get away from him. To leave and never come back. He was right behind me, tried to reach out for me, but I was to fast, I had always been fast. When I saw him left behind, I swore to myself never again to cross paths with my older brother. I made a promise to myself, to never again feel the need of my family. Well, I am not even sure that I even had permission to call them my family anymore. I was a Rejected. I didn't even share their last name; Torell anymore. Now I was just called Lil, nothing more. It was a name of utter shame. A single syllable, no titles of honour. Not like my old name at all. Deep in my thoughts as I was, I didn't notice the street I was heading into. The most dark and filthy street of Dhom. Suddenly, I felt a tight grip around my waist and I was lifted of off the ground, and then someone dragged me into a small alley. I let out a squeal of surprise, and turned and twisted to get down on the ground. I couldn't see the face of whoever was holding me, but I guessed it to be a he, as the arms around my waist felt muscular and strong.

And sure as well. "Could you relax a little, you infamous girl." It was a deep male voice, it sounded as if he was chuckling slightly.

"Then let me GO." I yelled, and tried to sound confident, which didn't really turn out very well, as my waist was being crushed by the boys arms, causing me to gasp between every word. I suddenly began worrying, when I realised which street I was in. Murk Street, the place were almost every single crime written in the newspapers took place. Robbery, rape and even murder, was the brand of the street, and nobody ever walked into the it, unless they were completely sure of their ability to get out again. Who was this boy? What was he planning to do with me? The panic rose to my head and blocked every single of my more rationel thoughts. I desperately tried to wiggle out of his tight grip. "Please let me go." I pleaded.

"Please take it easy." He said, his voice still sounding as if he was chuckling. I gasped for air, in the hard struggle I'd breathed out all of the air in my lungs, and he seemed to notice, loosening his grip a bit. And then he stated. "I'm not going to harm you."

"How can i possibly be sure, when you will not LET GO of me?" With these words I kicked my foot back, and, luckily, hit his sheen with my heel. Pretty hard, as well, judging by the groan of pain sounding in my ear. His grip loosened lightly, and I wiggled out of his grasp. I quickly turned around to face him.

He was bending down holding his leg, where I'd hit him. Could it reallt have hurt that bad? I wasn't very strong, at least according to my two older brothers. The boy suddenly looked up at me from his current possition. His dark hair fell into his eyes, plastered to his face by the sweat, almost hiding their hazelnut like colour. He was chuckling again, a huge grin on his face. Then I realised something. I knew this boy! I had seen him somewhere. Yet i couldn't possibly remember where, though my mind was twisting, trying to figure his face out.

"Ouch." He said standing up now, gesturing towards his leg. I just stood there, gazing at him trying to remember. Wait, did I really kick him that hard?