Blood of Revenge

Chapter 18

I sat on the window, lost in my thoughts. The feelings I was getting ever since I came here were bugging me. I thought coming here was a mistake but... now, I felt different. Cracking jokes with Jackson, playing with Talia, listening to Jess nag about her girly problems, arguing with Blayze about the stupidest and most irrelevant shit, all of these things, they made me feel happy, safe, that I belonged.

I had turn eighteen within these three months. Molly knew that I slept late so she dragged me to the kitchen twelve a.m. in the morning on my birthday. She, and a few other maids I had grown fond of, had prepared a little cake for me.

And just like that, we celebrated it in the middle of the night. Everyone wished me, even Blayze... in his own way by saying, "Looks like your one year closer to death."

Everyone here care about me, in their own way, even if it was just a little, at least that helped finish the feeling of emptiness inside me. This place was worth being called my home.

Without realising, I smiled with delight. I couldn't help it. I felt something inside me that I hadn't felt for a long time...... it was acceptance.

"Do I want to know why you're creepily smiling out at the window... or are you smiling at someone?"

I didn't realise Blayze was there and for how long...

He leaned in and looked outside the window, making me roll my eyes. "As a matter of fact, I am smiling at someone."

He stared down at me with a raised brow, as if he was saying, do tell who.

I pointed outside. "That tree and I have become very good friends. He and I share the same point of view about you."

"I see. Well, lets just hope it doesn't have any plans to die by saying his view point out loud."

With that, he walked into the dressing. I smiled. Within these three months, Blayze actually learned to hang his clothes because he was tired of hearing me argue about the same thing every time. And he also started wearing casuals since I told him that I threw half of his wardrobe out to make space for the ones I had bought with Jess.

"How come you're here so early? Don't you have to be at the port by twelve?" I asked him as he walked out wearing grey T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Well, someone had to pick you up. Might as well be me."

"Aw, you took out your precious work time for me?" I said in a cheesy accent while battering my eyes.

His fingers twitched as they took out the laptop and he closed his eyes, audibly counting to ten until he opened them again, shiny green ones meeting my dull, dark brown ones.

"You've been working incredibly hard so I trust you with this task. And by now, you must know that I don't trust people that easily, so don't fail me. One wrong move and we could go in loss because of you."

Wow, talk about epically changing the subject.

"Don't worry, Blayze. Your trust won't be broken."

"Good," he replied, his eyes landing down on the screen of his laptop.

I continued looking outside the window. This time, I had to be their sniper and it was scaring the shit out of me. When you're an ordinary gun man, you shoot blindly at everyone but when you're a sniper, you're shot needs to be precise and accurate. You know who you're going to shoot and where the bullet is going to hit. And that part was troubling me.

I sighed and turned my gaze away from the window only to find Blayze staring at me.

"What?"

"You look tensed."