An innocent childhood friend that hides his intensely possessive tendencies and his equally unstable older brother with no sense of boundaries.
Dominic and Jake Truven are both troubled teens that have their sights set on their family friend, Nicol...
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--Nicolette--
I always seemed to find some sort of consolation within our gardens whenever I was feeling particularly melancholic. The slow but comforting roast of the midday sun; soft kisses of the silky breeze, and the gentle rustle of leaves being the only sound to partake in breaking the peaceful silence that came with this isolation.
At this moment, there really was nothing but your thoughts to keep you company. And, that was exactly what I needed. Some time away from all the noise to just think. I couldn't handle any more noise...
My eyes fluttered up to the outstanding blue of the sky, stroked with occasional, fluffy, white clouds. I wonder why I stayed when it only hurts to do so?
Why haven't I just gone back to the dormitories already and avoid having to face my family again? It was cowardly but it was what hurt the less.
I stopped my sluggish stroll and let the wind flutter my shawl like a cape. This fresh air was soothing as if it could blow all my troubles away. So much has happened, that I had forgotten why I had even originally come here. To talk to Father about Jake.
But I didn't want to even go near him right now. The prospect of living with Jake - despite my obvious distaste for it a day ago - now seemed so much more comforting than that of approaching Father.
Besides, I doubt he'll even care anymore whether I'm living with a boy or not. What am to him now after all? A filthy whore as he had put it...
I chilled as the breeze picked up, throwing some stray leaves my way as I calmly stood my ground against it. Usually, at such a comment by Father, I would burst into tears from just the mention of it. Yet, my eyes were dried out. And, I had lost the will to continue to be hurt for the sake of my family.
Although they say familial love is unconditional, what's the point of this suffering if there really is no reward? At least even little trust I had thought to have procured between them and myself but...no. Not even that.
Absent to my notice, my loosening grip of the shawl around my shoulders weakened enough for it to go flying away, whipping my head back to it. I was ready to chase it but paused when I caught sight of it in the tight grasp of a man, standing under a Bartlett Pear tree, blossoming beautifully with its white flowers.
My eyes trailed across the leather sleeve over his arm until I reached a face; one I didn't recognise at first but remembered hints of. That pretentious yet fashionable, vintage-style pink metal Boeing sunglasses, and two rows of gold-plated teeth. They drew wide into a snarky smirk, flashing brightly under the sun. So, much so that I had to shade my eyes with my hand. "Lose something, la fille à papa?" He sneered, tauntingly, with a slobbish saunter over to me. I took in a deep, filling breath of fresh air and dropped my hand back down to my side. Now I remember this man. I had met him after coming back home on the first day of school. The rude one that was new and had been assigned to guarding father's office when the envoy from Spain had visited. Barden was his name if I had remembered correctly. I watched as he stopped in front of me and peered down with a condescending squint through the pink tint of his glasses. He adorned a head of dirty blonde hair that was slinked back with some gel. It might've looked nice when he had first applied it, but now it appeared greasy from being left in for too long. "Oi. What's with the dead fish eyes? Where'd all that fiery spunk you caused us trouble with last time, go?" Barden spat, dropping the shawl unceremoniously on top of my head once the breeze had calmed.
