WEIRD HEARTS

Love in circles

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　　BY BLESSING SILVER

　　CHAPTER 1

　　***********Jacqueline's POV

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　　'Brrnng..' The annoying tune reaches my ears and I tossed sleepily on my bed. I yawned, stretched; roughening the sheets, and sat up.

　　"I'm up..I'm up!" I groaned as the alarm rang again. The old kill joy.

　　I reached for the alarm clock and turned it off.

　　With one hand, I rolled my duvet away and tried to sit up more properly but the pain on my wrist surfaced and I winced. I took my hand up and checked my wrist. I saw the red thick line circling it, the circle was more obvious than last night and the lines had become too red and thick. Subconsciously, last night's event flew up my mind; Fire. Screams. Anger. Pain. Tears.

　　Despondently, I shook it off vigorously.

　　It's not like it's the first time, anyway. I could only hope that he's away.

　　I got up, more carefully and cautiously this time and slowly rubbed my eyes. I walked to my window, stared out through the binders and sighed. My eyes we're heavy and somehow I had to blink rapidly when the wind blew past them.

　　I hoped today would be good, at least better than yesterday.

　　My life has been moving tipsy-turvy.. From doing many menial jobs as a student just to get money; which most times ends up being collected, to my long minutes of trekking to school, then facing Allan's trouble and crushing on the most handsome dude in Amity high.. Jason.

　　Most times my days always turns out to be painful and those times seem to occur nocturnally and when they come I feel unimportant, juvenile and pretty mad at myself for being me.. For being the girl to have such a life. A sucky one.

　　I can be pretty clumsy annually but at the same time I'm a regular workaholic.. Being a high schooler and a staff wasn't easy; life just doesn't go smooth for everyone, obviously..But Jason had a way of wiping my sorrows for the moment, knowing that the next day would arrive and I'll be in school and look at my Jason always tend to erase memories of fateful events..

　　Just in case you're wondering, Jason's not mine, we're not romantically entangled and well, will not be physically but in my dreams he's always mine and we're perfect.

　　"Ouch!" I groaned after carelessly resting on my wrist, I sighed again and left the window.. The morning encourages me cos when they come, school comes and when school comes, there's no grimy moment. I hope the sun rays can beam at my day.

　　I slowly undressed and moved my frail body to the bathroom, after a quick shower, I laid my school clothes down; a long sleeved sweat shirt, I chose that because of my wrist and the other injuries markings on my skin.. The last thing I want is being queried by Martha about it.. I really don't like people knowing about how I live when they're not there and that's why I try to hide the scars, pull up a smile even though the pains beneath it are crushing, and then I try to move along and not feel dejected but happy when I'm with them.. it's not like my life is the type to be envious about, it is the type you'd wish never to have. Few a time, Martha had seen the scars, purple wound, red bumps and subconsciously had a peek of some red burns and she had asked questions, being the curious groove that she is and honestly trying to hide and deny it then putting on a witty smile like it isn't important, wasn't easy but I did my best. Although it was pretty obvious she didn't fall for it but She stopped questioning and the rest became history.. I've always avoided that repetition and I could say, I'm doing great.

　　I set out a long skinny jean to go with the sweatshirt, my undies and a black boot.. FYI.. I'm not a fashion person, I'm just a random teenager who only thinks of surviving and have no time for trending looks. I wear what I think is cool and what covers my pains, that seems quite comfy to me.

　　I wore my dressing robe, pulled my feet into my flip-flops and walked to the living room to grab one or two things for breakfast. I walked slowly to the living room and it was empty, that means Allan's still asleep or away and I have the morning to myself, I sighed gratefully and walked to the kitchen.. I opened the fridge and grabbed a pack of cookies, I made coffee, added a bit of cream and sugar and stirred. Right there I had my breakfast. I quickly did the dishes and walked out of the kitchen..

　　"Trying to sneak out on me?" His voice sparked my insides, sending a sudden shiver to my spine and like an electrocuted being and I stood still.

　　Closing my eyes, I took in quick shallow breaths then opened them back and slowly turned to him.

　　He's home after all.. Looks like my little sparkles of light just got obstructed.

　　"G-g..ood morning" I stuttered , my gaze on him. He smirked and started coming towards me. A cup of coffee resting in his palm and steaming hot.

　　I gulped my saliva and watched him get to me.

　　I pulled back and eventually crashed against the wall, he caged me with his free hand; the one that didn't hold the coffee and bent his head towards me, I stiffened in fright.

　　Please.. Not now! I could hear My insides cry.

　　"Trying to escape huh?" He asked, his coffee-d breathe all over my face.

　　"Escape?.. No I.. It didn't.. I mean..

　　I tried to speak but I ended up sounding like mush to my own self, something that happens when you have no self defense. I kept mute and he chuckled slightly, yet the sarcasm in that hushed laughter was present..

　　"I'll take that as a 'yes'" he said then slowly took a sip from his coffee

　　"You know it's wrong to sneak out on family right?"

　　Family?? My subconscious repeated to me, like I hadn't heard him.

　　Does he really knows we're family or is he realizing that now because he has never treated me like one, well not until after the accident.

　　"Alright, I'll accept that you do. Wrong deeds deserve punishment. Don't they?"

　　"Allan, please not now. I-I-I have to get to school"

　　"That makes two of us, I have a job too but we can't leave corrections hanging. It'll be improper"

　　I wanted to say something but the words died and a bile rose to my throat when I felt his hand working on the knot in my robe, resting on my abdomen. He loosened it and I felt the tears building up, he reached up to my shoulder and drew the robe down from that side.. Leaving my shoulder and a little of my cleavages bare. I fought the tears itching the corner of my eyes and sniffed in my inferiority, something that only Allan happens to unbuckle. One of the thing I learnt is that crying never solves issues but at the same time letting them out releases the stress and that tight grief that biles up in your chest and sometimes, well, most times; they leaves your head splitting with an ache.

　　I felt like a helpless wimpy worm being poked by a toothpick and just squishing around, taking the pains alone. I shut my eyes when I felt his palms pressing my shoulders.. He made a circle with his index finger and in a flash I felt a hot burning liquid on my shoulder and it crawled on my skin. I gasped in pain and my eyes flew open to see him dropping the empty coffee cup.

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