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(This will be a trip down memory lane for Reece. Contains mentioning of drug use and alcoholic beverages. Do not ever smoke or drink by the way. It’s bad for you.)
Reece’s POV~
Xander was hugging me so painfully tight as I clung to him back, nervously glancing at Mason who was out of it, a slap mark on his face.
He continued to hug me. It didn’t feel like a I-hope-you’re-okay kind of hug.
It felt like a I-will-never-let-anyone-hurt-you-again and a I-love-you-so-much type of hug…
I felt….weird.
He said that he was breaking up with me and that he never wanted to see me yet he’s hugging me like I’m a fragile porcelain doll or something.
The warmth left my body as I opened my eyes a little to see Xander rushing to Mason. He picked him up and walked out, not even looking toward me. It made my heart slightly tear away piece by piece.
My heart raged with sadness and anger. The ugly feelings started to turn my heart. The world suddenly grew darker. The air felt thinner and the sounds around me slowly faded away. I heard banging and knocking but they had sounded so distant…
I fell back on the couch, my eyes staring at the ceiling. My emotionless eyes staring at the coming blackness. I’ve felt this feeling before.
End of the year.
5th grade graduation.
My boyfriend, forgot his name and face, had dumped me. At first I thought it was because of how I looked.
I used to have blonde hair and purple orbs.
Most of the girls would follow me around and be “enchanted” by my mysterious eyes. At first I was enjoying the attention but when the boys started to compliment on my looks, I knew it was too much to handle. Plus I was short and cute to girls and boys.
But my old boyfriend was there for me the whole time. He was always alongside me whenever the boys wanted to predator on me. I truly felt loved and it made me feel happy. To know someone is there for you. Who can protect you. Love you. Care for you. Cry for you. Fight for you.
What a joyous feeling….
But it ended on that horrible day…
I wasn’t myself then.
I would sell myself off to the boys who once wanted my body. I would drink. I used to smoke. I visited the yakuza and became the favorite. I felt happy in a emotionless way. They were at my feet and it gave me power and control. They taught me some battle skills and combat fighting unless I’m in a pinch and they can’t come right away.
They taught me how to use guns.
Apparently, I shoot better when I’m in a sugar high or rush so they would give me sweets and strawberry milk.
My grandmother called me when I was with my yakuza friends in the summer and told me about my mother and father and my stupid sister Clara. I hesitated but went back to Japan. Of course the yakuza begged me to come back but I had told them if I needed them I would call for them. My emotionless gaze carried on until I met Xander.
He made life actually worthy.
He taught me his karate skills and self-defense and treated me like I was precious to him and cared for me. It turned my meaningless gaze into a lovingly happy expression. My friends, the rebels and tomboys, still liked me after finding out I was more attracted to guys.
But that was the past.
This is now the future.
I remember Clara hiding away some sake bottles whenever she had her boyfriend over. I got up and slumped over to the cabinets and saw, voila, Clara’s special sake bottles.
A sadistic smirk spread on my lips as I took one glass bottle out. The liquid inside looked tempting. I brought the drink to my lips after removing the cap and protective covering.
One sip wouldn’t hurt…
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