Set Me Free

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

Ezra’s POV:

(The Boy In Smoke)

I pouted.

How could I have done such a thing to myself?

I sighed. Its almost inevitable that I’d do it again anyway. I needed someway of getting my emotions out and clearly writing wasn’t enough. I knew for sure this wasn’t the right way to do things but it felt right like I was saving my sister from one less of my lash outs. It felt like I could survive my mother’s tyranny.

Dragging the door open, I trotted down the short path leading to the sidewalk. Turning a sharp right I made my way down the road, happy that we lived close enough to school that I didn’t have to sit in the car with my mom will she picked away at my looks, attempting to chip away at me until I became a perfect porcelain figure.

Staring down at my feet as I reached the door to the Starbucks, I prepared for the mental battle I was bound to have. To most other girls it was simple, enter the Starbucks order and get out, but for me it wasn’t so easy. Stepping into that Starbucks was ruining my achievement, tainting my temple, disobeying my mom. Drinking that hot chocolate would not only hurt me but my mother when I went to weigh and had gained a pound. She’d say. “A pound a week is much more than you think.”  Then strut off, picking me off as if I were a tick on her shoulder.

I shut my eyes and let out a staggered breath, clenching and unclenching my fists in frustration. I know exactly why I do this to myself. I wish I’d stop but I know I won’t. It’s a defense mechanism, preventing me from reverting back to my old ways of punishing my mother in a different way.

“Going in or not.” A smooth voice breathed from beside me. I peeped out of my left eye, staring at the tall dark haired boy leaning against the building. He let out a puff of smoke, sighing as he did so. I couldn’t see his face anymore clearly than I could see the smoke as he dragged another breathe.

“I can’t see how that’s any of your business.” I muttered, standing aside from the door to allow and gruff business man to pass through. I stared into the cloud, starting from the ground and moving up I noticing his dark, scuffed combat boots. They matched nicely with his dark skinny jeans, and leather jacket.

“It’s not.” I could almost hear him smirk as he dropped his cigarette at my feet, crushing it beneath his boots, and walking toward the parking lot. “But I’ve seen some demons in my life and those sure as hell aren’t going away anytime soon.”

I watched as he slide gracefully into a black mustang and speed of down the road, rolling my eyes and pushing open the doors with ease.

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Kicking the door open, I wrapped my fingers around the hot cup, glancing around to see if Syrius had made it to school on time. I didn’t see her but I didn’t think I would until lunch, we didn’t have any classes together because we were sisters.

I trotted happily over to my locker, tossing my bag in and walking to homeroom with Mrs. Zimmerman, an old bitter lady who’d seen her fair share of students in her lifetime. Plopping into a desk just as the bell rang, she gave me a disapproving look. “No food or drink in the classroom.” She stated plainly, I nodded quickly and tossed my hot chocolate in the trash.

“Please take your seat now Ms. Shaw.” She smiled, me being the youngest in the grade made teachers have a special liking toward me. When we were younger Father had made Syruis and I start school earlier. A couple years later Father called the school to have me skip second grade because I’d already been doing the work for the grade ahead. Three years later he made Syrius skip a grade, in my opinion she’d never wanted to skip ahead.