Hidden Darkness

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

I wake up to the sound of Edward's voice.

"You're awake at last, I see. My chest was getting a bit sore" he whined. I immediately sprung up from my position only to have a hand hold me down against a super comfy bed. Edward's, my head inside shouted at me. Out of the shock of realisation, I fell out of the bed. "Are you okay?" he asked, grinning at my clumsy movements.

"I'm - I'm - I'm okay!" I shouted at him, my face probably a tomato red.

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I spent my lunchtime in the library. School life without a bag of books sucks, 100% of it. Teachers had been giving me glares for the first half of the school day, I don't need them at lunch. I was about to fall asleep on the table until I saw a uniform. I looked up and saw him looking down at me. Edward. I mentally groaned and pretended I was asleep.

"Not gonna help," He said, and practically threw my bag on the table. WAIT. MY BAG?! I stared at him, shocked. According to my brain I left my bag at home. "Kinda broke into your house and took it, thought you might like to have it." Still, I was shocked and before I could think up of something to say to him, he left.

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Back at home,  Mother sat on the sofa, gazing at the red envelop on the small glass table.

"Are you okay, Mother?" I said in our native Mongolian language to her, sitting beside her on the sofa and taking the envelope in my hands. I tore it open, and read it through. It read:

"Dear Sister, and Small Mother

In recent days, I have been engaged. I hope that you can offer you congratulations and attend the ceremony.

Enclosed is the ticket for the flight.

Your Dear Brother."

Mother burst in a fit of tears right after. I left her to it, she hasn't been well these few years, and it is obvious that Brother deliberately sent this letter to us in the hopes of hurting emotionally. I took the envelope to my room and had a think. It's too strange. The ticket is there already, booked for a flight in three months' time. And there is only one... and it only has my name on it. What about Mother?

It is too frustrating to think about, Brother is always the one with plans. I went downstairs to look for some food, but found none in the fridge. We don't have enough money as it is, only the £25 pounds from my first shift at the stripper bar, before stupid Edward came and wrecked my only income of money. Mother got sacked from her job a few days earlier, and has gone into a deep depression since then. I went to peek at her, but she was asleep from crying. Putting on my coat, I went out, trying to look for a job. But of course, there is no job available. Instead I went to a club, a club especially for rich teenagers.

I took my chance and huddled together with a group of girls going in. It worked, I was in, but awkwardly out of place. Hair: neat, and not messed up. Clothes: covered nearly every inch of my body and not revealing. Makeup: had none and wasn't heavy with perfume. Looking around, I saw the group of girls from earlier on surrounding a space. I went over and it turned out there were boys playing this popular game called 'Slam'. There rules were pretty simple. You get a certain amount of cards to set it out then in the middle there are two piles of cards. You then have to place a card either going up or down in sequence. When you or your opponent has finished playing all their cards, you try to slam the smallest pile of cards as quick as possible. The winner of each round gets £5 from the loser.

On another table, just as popular as the one before, was people (both boys and girls) hand wrestling. The winner gets £3 instead. I watched the boy closely, it was weird. He repeatedly won against people such as basketball players or other people that ought to have beaten him. Sure I knew why, I decided to have a go myself. In the match, we gripped hands. His wasn't sweaty as I predicted. Oh well, that helps anyway. He began to push down on my hand, confidence clearly showing in his eyes.

"Want me to go easy on you?" the boy whispered, grinning from teeth to teeth. He wasn't especially good looking, but was all right. His nose was a bit too big, forehead too wide, eyes to small, and lips too thick.

"No thanks." I whispered back, and let my hand quiver for a bit, just as a bait. When he pushed down strongly, I opposed with equal amount of strength, causing him to stop for a second out of shock and I took my chance. I pushed down and won. Simple. I stayed for a couple for rounds until I have won £60. When I headed towards the door, Edward and his posse was standing there, as if waiting for me.

"You never listen to me, do you, Paige?" Edward asked, with a playful smile on his face. "I told you never to come to these kinds of places again, didn't I?"

"Why would she listen to you, dude?" one of the twins (the one with green eyes) asked.

"Let's just say... something happened and you don't need to know about it, right Paige? Surely you don't want them to know about what happened?" Edward said, still staring at me with a slight smirk, "Of course, I don't mind if you do..."

Right! That's it! Can't be bothered to write more and I'll just begin the next chapter! Hope you like it. Don't forget to comment! I know I may not be a good writer, but I hope to be...with the support of your comments! =D