Surviving my Scholarship

The Goldeneye

I pulled the key from my bag and opened the back door. It locked behind me with a loud click. The silence in the house made me shiver. All my memories had it booming with noise and life. Looking at it now made it seem like I had imagined that happy childhood. I walked into the barren living room and stood there only a second before passing up the stairs to my bedroom.

The wallpaper I had helped my mom place was peeling revealing the "paint job" Orangelo, one of my siblings, and I had done with bright permanent colors. My mother had been so angry with us and all we wanted to do was show that I was a big girl and didn't need the fluffy bunnies on the walls anymore.

I curled up in my bed pulling the comforter over my head. The staleness hit my nose and I couldn't take it anymore. It used to smell of caramel. I wept for the times lost. Since there was no power at the house, I don't know when I finally fell asleep, but I do know why I woke up the next morning.

A hand touched my shoulder and I twisted, pulling the gun from under my pillow and pointing it at my sleep killer. They didn't have to know it wasn't real. The figure stood up quickly, hands up, and backed away slowly. I squinted against the morning light that shown in through the window. After a second, those familiar short locks and sparkling eyes stared down at me but his lips had thinned.

"Pierce," I coughed out with my dry scratchy morning voice. He smirked at me before putting his hands down. "How did you find me?" I hadn't bothered removing the gun from the situation. He shrugged staying back away from it.

"I called and said my sunglasses were lost and they gave me the coordinates to where you, well it, was," that familiar cocky smirk was back. I pulled the visor from my ear and gently placed it on the bed between us.

"Oh," I said unsure of what else to say.

"Violet, what are you doing here," he looked over at me with concern.

"I live here, well lived," I started sobbing again. I looked down at my sheets in embarrassment. The bed shifted with Pierce's weight as he leaned in and pulled me to him. His hand went to my back slowly stroking calming motions up and down as I bunched his shirt against my face.

"Vivi, I've been to your apartment. It's destroyed. Someone kicked your front door in and tore the place apart. I think they were looking for something. What is going on," he pushed. I shook against his chest. His shirt had a faint smell of caramel. It brought back painful memories and I cried again. "It's alright Violet. Shh, you are safe now. Please don't cry."

After a moment of peace and probably the only water that was left in my body was expelled through tears onto Pierce's soaked shirt, I pushed away from him slightly and looked into his eyes. They were golden with the reflection of the morning light and I couldn't help but smile. My mother had always said I would fall for a golden eyed angel. I suppressed it trying to keep calm.

"Names," I started.

"What," he was confused.

"They are looking for my siblings," I tried again. "They think I know where they are." I stretched the truth. Yes, they are looking for my siblings to hold as ransom for the rest of the money I "owed" them. I guess they didn't like the little money transfer I made last time before vanishing again. They wanted money. I simply withdrew their money and gave it back to them. Couldn't hurt a girl for trying. Well they could.

A noise outside caught my attention. It sounded like a door shutting. I got out of bed and walked over to the window. Sure enough, there was Jon loading up a gun and Mr. Galloway looking at his Comm unit. I stepped back from the window and pressed against Pierce's hard chest.