The Willows (book three)

Chapter 4

Songs for this chapter:

The Lightening Strike~Snow Patrol

Chapter 4-Ocean’s POV: 

I feel my way around my room again. I plant myself on the mattress of the comfortable bed and run my fingers over the blanket. I finger my necklace and close my eyes for a moment. The necklace connects to something in a way that I haven’t figured out yet but I’m working on it. I consistently picture the beautiful green eyes in my head for pleasure, the way they make me feel is amazing. It frustrates me sometimes at the thought of not knowing myself as much as I was supposed to. I didn’t want to push myself. I need to get away from the temptation of curiosity. I walk out of my room and downstairs.

Without a word I take Gemma's keys and get in her car, driving off hastily. 

When I get into town my stomach aches for food. I park the car down the street a little ways down from a small café. Walking down the sidewalk, the passing people were unfamiliar. I carry in my pocket a picture of the mystery boy in the picture frame. The door to the café opens with a small ring of a bell. I sit in a table by the window. 

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I stay there for hours, until I was the last one there, scribbling on a napkin. The sun hs set behind the trees in the distant and the streets were shaded with darkness. I check my phone, it was nine o'clock at the moment. I take a last sip of my coffee and brought the cup and plate to the counter where the waiter cleans out sundae cups,

“Thanks.” I say to him and walk out the door.

The night air is freezing as a breeze blows over me. I pull my jacket closer and rub my arms for warmth. A crunch of footsteps sound on the sidewalk behind me. I reluctantly glance over my shoulder to find a male dressed in black walking behind me. My heart beat faster as I pick up the pace. Gemma’s car came into view and I'm glad to be near somewhat safety. Just then another stranger walks towards me from the front of the car, blocking my path. I straighten up, taking a step back. In an attempt to turn around I walk right into the other one who followed behind me. I quickly spun around and watch a third boy appear from the shadows of the streets.

“What do you want? Please don't hurt me.”

The one on the right just laughs at my plead. I suddenly see his face in the shine of the moonlight. He had dark hair and deep red eyes. And although strangers I had a sudden hatred for the three men in front of me, “We don’t want much.” He says, “Just hold still.” 

My heart is beating through the surface of my chest. I can’t stand here for this. I sprint past them, barging through their arms. I start to run down the sidewalk when a fourth boy appears. He grabs me by the arm, pulling me back. I almost stumble on my feet but balance myself before I fall. The four men back me into an alley out of the sight of the street. A sudden feeling of premonition washes over me as my eyes dart to each of them. The male who first spoke walks up and strikes a hard fist against the side of my face. The pain ignites through me enough of a shock. I don’t see it coming, and by that I fall to the ground. I slam against the cement on my front. My palms are stabbed by the tiny rocks on the ground. I blink hard and touch my cheek gingerly. It hurts against the slight pressure, going to leave an evident bruise. I turn over and look up at the men towering over me. They all seem oddly familiar, an over continuing hatred for all of them came before me.

“Thats her huh?” One of them says, “Yeah, the half soul who turned.” Another states. I'm overly confused about what they were referring to just then, but I thought maybe it was dangerous to open my mouth and ask.

“I always thought she was a cute girl.” One says and I glare at him, “Yeah, she’d look better with red eyes though.”

Their own blood red eyes are unusual and creepy and I don’t want them at all, “I can’t wait to get that prize.” Another one of the attackers mentions, slyly smiling at me, “Yeah, and I can’t imagine what amazing Shadow she’d be.” The head attacker wonders aloud whilst stepping forwards. My heart pounds and I wait for something to happen as I close my eyes.