Blood was everywhere. Dead bodies are on the floor, I can hear the beat of my heart from silence. I search all over the house. And saw a guy standing on his back.
He slowly turns to me and smiled like a creep. The thunder raged and suddenly the lights were out and everything was dark.
The lightning flashed and in just a blink of an eye; the man was already in front of me, his face was blurry, only his mouth was seen, smiling right at me. His smile is weird, and that causes an electric run all over my body.
"Hello Darling" he whispered.
I woke up as the thunder raged, and I was panting heavily. I heard footsteps outside and so I peeked in my door; it was my mom making out of her man going through her room; I rolled my eyes and shut my door.
I lay on my bed as I wrap my body with my blanket and took my father's photo. Reminiscing everything about how he passed away, and I can't help but feel miserable.
My mind was occupied by thinking about that dream. Why do I keep on dreaming the same dream? That dream keeps on repeating after I saw the news of a family that was massacred. My dream feels real, like I witness the crime.
I can't fall asleep and so I stayed up all night. The rain stopped after a few hours; I went on my balcony, watching how the sun rises and birds chirping in the morning.
I went to the bathroom, stayed in the shower for minutes with my clothes on. This makes me feel better, to remove my sadness I just need a long cold bath.
The alarm clock rang, but I just ignored it. By its noise, my room doesn't feel empty again. "Athena! Breakfast's ready!" my mom shouted downstairs. I dress up and pack my things for school. I went downstairs and saw the guy, my mom was sitting on his lap flirting.
I took a loaf of bread and get out of there immediately; I didn't even say goodbye to my mom. I just don't want her, I wish she were dead instead of my father. But I know even I wish that it won't come true.
I came to school head down, hands in my pocket, and avoids people. I hate school either, the only place I want is on my father's side.
Jane purposely bumps into me, a typical bully in every school with her stupid ass boyfriend, Tristan, and her friends.
I glared at them for seconds, but they just give me a mocking laugh which irritated me. But I stayed calm because I don't want to start a cuss. The class was usual until someone came in late.
He was wearing a dark hoodie with dark pants, long hair, dark brows with pursed lips. Then he never greeted the professor which is now looking at him annoyed.
He walks past me and we both look into each other's eyes. He sat at the back of me and sleep as nothing happens.
"Mr. Lombardi? How rude of you, to just came in like you never saw me, I would like to see you after class" the professor said in an irritated tone, yet Jax just raises his hand gesturing that he'll come. I stared at him for more than a minute.
He notices my gaze and so he looks back at me with brows furrowed, looking so confused and mad, so he averted his eyes to mine and continued to sleep.
Right after class, I saw Jax in the principal's office with our professor. The principal and the professor were looking so mad, yet he acted so chill, like he never cares at all.
And so our eyes met again. But this time, his eyes tell that he's so tired, mentally and emotionally.
Then I got this feeling of curiosity, I can't even explain what I feel like I wanted to talk to him but yet, I'm scared and I don't want to get into other's business. And so I ignored and walk away.
It was dark and I'm all alone; I don't want to go home and I don't have friends to hang out with. I was walking on the street, looking at the stars and the city lights.
Then suddenly I felt someone is looking at me from far away, I halt and look at my back, and there I saw him glaring at me, leaning on the lamppost.
He walked towards me and I was pinned on my spot, don't know what to do, should I run or just stay put?
When he's already in front of me, my body won't move, and I even stop blinking. "what do you want?" I asked him sarcastically, I was trying hard not to look scared in front of him.
"I'm the one who supposed to ask that," he said in a monotone. I laugh mockingly and raise my brow to him.
"You stared at me with meaning, is there anything you want?" he asked, and again in monotone.
"No, there is nothing, can I leave now?"
He nods his head and turns his back on me. Looking at him walk away, why do I feel more interested in him when I heard his voice, it makes me want to know more about him. And I know I'm getting weirder, maybe because he reminds me of my father, especially his voice.
I went home and go straight to my bed; I took my photo album and once again I look at my father's photo. It's been 3 years, even so, I can't get over this feeling. I missed him so much.
The next morning, I went to school and saw crowded people in the hall; I went through them and there I saw Jax getting beaten by 3 guys, Jax was on the floor with blood on his lips and head.
And not a single one of them tried to stop them, some were scared, some were enjoying the show. But I can't stand this, looking at Jax pitifully, and so I stepped in and grab Jax away from them. The three guys looked at me infuriated.
The guy was about to hit me and so I close my eyes, getting myself ready to get beaten.
But I saw Jax held and covered me, so he was hit instead. The other guy was about to hit him again when the professor came and the crowd slowly disappear and went to their respective classroom.
Jax and I stayed on the floor while the three guys run away. The professor looks at us madly. We are now at the office, Jax was beside me looking at his feet my vision went blurry and all I ever saw was him. The principal's voice was getting slower and low, and it focused everything on Jax. But I was back to reality when the professor slams his desk and looks at us furiously.
"Uh-I'm sorry," That's what all I could say, Jax, look at me and then averted his eyes.
"The two of you cause this much trouble and so I decided to suspend you for a week, understood Mr. Lombardi and Ms. McCarthy?"
"Understood" both Jax, and I responded
We both went outside with our bags on. He was about to leave again when I grab his arm to make him stop; he looks at me with confusion. "That must have hurt, let me treat you," I said politely.
He sighed heavily and agree with me. I bought some medical care and let him sit on the bench; I took the medicine and he just let me, like he doesn't care at all.
"May I ask why you're beaten with those guys?"
"Have you heard this saying? A grandfather lived for 105 years, you know why?"
"Why?" I answered him confusingly.
"Because he doesn't mind other people's business"
I was silent for a minute. Kind of embarrassing. I shouldn't have asked him. Right after I treated him, he stood up and thank me; he was about to leave again when I called his name.
"Jax" he stopped and look at me.
"I was wondering if, we could be friends?"
The chilly wind passed, and his hoodie fell, showing his face, his crystal eyes stand out, my hands were getting cold, and I nervously waited for his answer.
-End of chapter 1-
