Astrid Sparks is 17 and striving to live after the death of her parents and the murder of her elder brother.
She wanted revenge.
and she knew she would get it.
Blayze Walker was a mastermind.
He was bad and found that good.
No one ever taught him ho...
My heart raced as I heard it's thudding in my ears. My breathing became heavy and my face warmed up. My diary? They were reading my diary!?
Well, actually I didn't care much because most of the pages were full of one word written again and again: bored.
However, it did have a lot of information about Tim Parker, not to mention the newspaper cut-outs I had kept in it. This was going to be a different experience.
Keeping one of my daggers in the back pocket of my trousers and the other one in my hand, I took a few swift steps towards the bedroom door.
A gush of adrenaline helped me at this point as I stormed into the room, ready to stab one of the men in front of me.
Well, I definitely did not think about what I was going to do.
The man in the centre turned before the other two could respond—or even realize I was going to attack. He grabbed my wrist with his iron grip, jerking me to a halt.
Too surprised, I could do nothing but stare at his peridot eyes. Realization hit me then and I reached for the dagger I had kept in the back of my trousers.
My heartbeat increased and my hand dropped to my side when I heard his husky, demanding voice say, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Then—I don't know how it came into my mind but...I decided to do what teenage girl would've done—shaking my arm like crazy to making his grip loosen and pull away.
By the way, it worked. But it seemed like he let me go.
"See? I told you she was feisty," the man, who looked younger than the one in the centre, declared. I had seen him before.
He was the 'main man' from yesterday.
Now, it had started to make sense.
"What do you want from me!?" I shouted at them as if I was completely oblivious.
"You better keep your voice down, little girl. You don't want to die that soon."
I snarl. "What makes you think that?"
The man looks at me with his green eyes that looked like stone. He raised his hand, showing me my diary opened to the page where I had sworn myself to get my brother's revenge. "This does. Your sweet, little soul won't rest in peace if you die knowing that you didn't avenge your brother's death."
The smirk on his face was worth tearing off, even if it ruined his pretty face. He made fun of my anger, my loss, my past...... my brother.
And he also kept calling me 'little'.
"Let's just start over again," the man from yesterday declared as he fanned his hand over his face, breaking the awkward glaring contest I was having with the other guy. "My name's Jackson. What's yours pretty girl?"
"Why should I tell you? You come in barging in a girl's room, read her diary, and then ask her, her name. Wow! How gentlemanly of you."
Jackson's face dropped and it showed worry I didn't understand why? His eyes hastily looked at me and the green-eyed man whose jaws were clenched, hands turned into fists, probably ready to punch my face.
Jackson held his hand and whispered something in his ear, making him shut his eyes and grit his teeth. He opened them after a moment when Jackson continued, "Listen, we know Tim Parker. We hate him just as much as you do. Because we saw that you're strong and smart, we thought that that we could use you."
"We thought?" the green-eyed man questioned, clearly unaware of what Jackson had said.
"Sorry, bro. I thought." He clarified. "So, I ask again nicely... what your name is. Otherwise," his tone turned dark, "You know what happens to when either one of us disappointed."
The images of yesterday and the events that happened five years ago. I did want to avenge my brother's death and I did not want to die because even if I tried to run away, by the time I'd get to the door, I'd be shot down.
And the worst part was... no one would be there to help me.
"Astrid. My name is Astrid," I spoke up.
"Blayze Walker," the green-eyed man replied.
My head felt heavy, trying to process his name. I heard it so many times... in news-alert, newspapers... in the wanted list.
"You're him...?" not being able to repeat his name.
A wicked smirk appeared on his face as his hand ruffled his hair.
"Yes."
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