All I could see was me...just me and total blackness. Complete and total blackness and I'm in the midst of it all. This darkness is just too thick, I can cut it with a knife. How is that possible?

Ever since I could remember, I've never had a dreamless night. So you can understand how I'm feeling right now. How am I feeling? I don't even know how I'm feeling right now.

Wait I should be happy that I'm not seeing the monster or the most handsome face with the pitch black hair that has the amazing white streak. But no! I feel a sense of dread, emptiness! But why?

I wake up to the sound of an animal grunting. Huh, there isn't any bush here. So why am I hearing the grunts of a pig? And why is it so dangerously near. I turn back and nearly double over with laughter. So Dimitri is the pig.

I would have loves to stay and reminisce his beauty or should I say handsomeness as he is a guy. But this isn't some movie or book where the stupid girl admires the boy when he's asleep. I quickly get up and take a  quick shower. Now what do I do to my teeth.

I search around and find a pair of new toothbrush. I use it and now I'm feeling fresh. I can't just leave him like that! So I write..:

Thanks a lot for yesterday. I had fun. I used a new pair of toothbrush I found in the bathroom closet, hope you don't mind. Here is my number if you want to talk.
PS:- you grunt like a pig in your sleep.

I laugh out loud at the last part and zoom out of the house.

"Anita!" The creepy voice of his creepy aunt stops me in my tracks. Now I look like I was caught stealing. I slowly turn back to face her.
"Good morning aunt Emelia"

"Oh good morning to you too, did you sleep over?"
I only nod in response before adding

"I've gotta go now, please send my regards to Nina and thanks for yesterday"

"But..." I didn't wait for her to finish her sentence as I dash out of the house. I wasn't going to let her stop  me and offer me breakfast, then Nina will wake up and probably delay me, then Dimitri will wake up and meet me there. No way! This is real life not some story written.

My nonchalant attitude drops immediately I get to the front porch of my house.
"Hey Anita, what's up?".

I look up to the bearer of the voice and smile.

"What are you doing at the veranda this early?".

"Where are you coming from this early?"

"I asked first"

"No I did"

"No! I..."

"Zara will you help me with... Oh hey Anita! Where are you coming from this early?"

Zayn says interrupting me and Zara's little bickering.

Just be nice, he just asked a simple question, I think to myself.

"Why the fuck do you care?" I say more rudely than I intended to. So much for being nice Anita, I scoff at myself but I'm sure he'll think I'm scoffing at him.

"You don't have to be so mean about it"

"Whatever", I huff before entering the house before he gets a chance to say something else.

Once inside, I exhale slowly. I didn't know I was holding up my breath. Damn! Why does he have to be so...perfect?

"Mum I'm home" I called out.

"Where the hell have you been?", Mr Reeves's  voice booms across the hall way.

"Good morning Sir", I reply back. Even though I hate him, I'm already used to greeting him and mum every damn morning. Believe me when I say I can't help it.

"That's not the response to the question I asked"

"Justin, let her be, she took permission", my mum's voice echoed through the hallway from the basement.

He looked at me maliciously...scratch that, he eyed me maliciously. Today is officially a bad day. Since he didn't get his opportunity to hit me now, he'll definitely find a fucking way to do so later.

He doesn't hit me always, I just have the mentality he will whenever he's pissed.

On impulse, my hands move to where I was hit some days back by him. I sigh in relief as I don't feel any marks. Thank you Shea butter, you're a life saver. I don't think anything can clear marks/scars as naturally as Shea butter does. I love you Shea butter!

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"Mum lemme just go, I won't take long", I plead for like the 10th time in a row. I've been asking her to let me go to the gym but she has been refusing.

"Why don't you want me to go mum?", I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Weeeelll..I'm afraid if you go, you'll sleep over again and I don't want to tuck Zora in. She's stubborn", she whines, I stifle a laugh.

"I don't want you to tuck me in either, you're not mum material" she counters pouting  her cute little pink lips.

"You little rascal..." Mum roars, lunging at her but I step in the way.

"Mum, easy! I will be back before 10:00pm, I promise besides it's just 6:30pm" I say.
"Fine" was all she said before stomping off to let off steam.

"Zora Lilian Reeves! How many times have I told you not to speak to our mother in that tone?" I yell at her. She looks at the floor staring at her feet.

"Countless times", she says in a low voice that always has me melting but not this time.

"If you speak to her again and in that tone, I'll leave and never return". That probably got her because she held me on my knees.

"I'm sorry Anita, please forgive me. Just don't leave me", she says sobbing. The lump, again!

I bend down and carry her in my arms and I nod my head telling her that everything's alright. She smiles and is  about to put her hand across my neck but she stops halfway realizing I don't like hugs. I just kiss her on the cheek and put her down.

Now, I'm on my way to the gym, after making sure that all my siblings have had something to eat. Hmm! I begin to think like I always do.

The same way I hate Mr Reeves and care for mum is the same way Zora hates mum and not only cares but also loves Mr Reeves. I mean, can't she see that man that calls himself a father is the real wolf in sheep's clothing?

Why is she loving the wrong human? Mum has been the one paying the rent, school fees and even the car we have now is owned by her. She bought it with her fucking money when she was still working at the bank.

So now, she's just working in a school as a teacher. From what I've learnt so far, teaching is her hobby, her passion, while that is the complete opposite when it comes to me.

So what is the so called fucking 'breadwinner' of the house doing? Oh I'll tell you...Nothing!. Absolutely nothing. He claims to be an actor but when last did he go on location. To be fair, I've seen his pictures with some awfully famous actresses and actors.

The only good thing about him...and I mean the only fucking good thing about him is that he's an awesome storyteller. I'm surprised I'm the one saying this but I have to give credits where it's due.

I'm sure if he goes for a storytelling contest, I'm sure he'll win not just here in Europe, but in the entire seven continent around the globe.

When Mr Reeves tells his story, he tells it from the heart, he tells it with an amazing passion. Okay, that's enough. Just one good can't counter his uncountable flaws. So why does Zora take his side?

"Oh hey champ!" The gym instructor calls me upon entering the gym.

"Hi Mr Fred, good to see you"
"Good to see you too kiddo, I was beginning to wonder if you weren't gonna come anymore", he says teasingly.

"How can  I?", I reply back in a high pitch voice. I only have high pitched voice when I am excited.

"So what do you wanna start with?"
"Oh you know, just the basics for warm up before I use the gun, by the way do you have any arrows"
"Yes, why"

"I was wondering if I could try it out"

"Uh why not? Have you done it before?"

"No, but I was hoping if you could teach me"

"I'd love to, just holla me when you're ready"

"Aye aye captain", I say mimicking sponge Bob square pants. We both laugh and walk our separate ways.

I move to the sit up section and as I was about to start, I see someone coming in through the gym glass door. Oh shoot! This mother fucking bastard followed me here. I see him talking to Fred before giving him a curt nod, then walking to my direction.

My breath hitches up in my throat as I study him for the thousandth time. What? Is it my fault he is so good looking? His wavy, charcoal black hair, the unique white streak, His muscular chest, his silvery voice, his...stop drooling, people are staring. I say to myself.

I'm sure he noticed I was drooling because he's giving me his infamous signature smirk. Oh how I want to smack that silly grin on his face and probably run my hands through his hair and feel how soft they are.

You're insane Anita, it's official, you're not only the world's most renowned stupid pervert, you're the world's most renowned, stupid and insane pervert.

Oh dear! The list of adjective qualifying what kind of a pervert I am is getting longer.

"Hello Anita and please don't brush me off, I really want to speak with you"

"Wrong timing", I truthfully state.

"What about after?", he persists.

"Look here Mr handsome, I'll do you one, if you beat me in all the exercise then we talk but if I beat you forget it, deal"

"Deal", he says smiling before shaking my hand. I didn't feel any electric shock or tingles or any sensation. Maybe those books that say you were supposed to feel something are fake.

We start with the sit up. First one to do a hundred in  just three minutes win. Are you kidding me, this is easy as fuck. I do two hundred sit ups in just 10mins.

"Do you really think I'm handsome?", he suddenly asks. If this is to distract me, he can forget it, it doesn't work on me. But he doesn't know that. What should I say now. Be it as it may, I've never lied. I know it might sound funny but I've never lied.

"No Zayn, I don't think you're handsome", from my peripheral vision I see his face turn into a frown.

"I know you're not only handsome but also amazingly good looking, you're probably every girls dream. I mean literally though", I see him give me that Cheshire grin.

"Am I your dream?"
"Yes you appear in my dream every fucking night except last night and I think it's because I slept with Dimitri"

I see so many emotions play in his eyes before it was gone like it was never there.

"How old are you that you've lost your big V and who the fuck is Dimitri and why did you do it and..."

"Hey, you're a big pervert, I didn't loose anything, we just slept on the same bed and Dimitri is my class mate or was my classmate"

"Oh" was all he said before sighing in relief.

"But..."

"200 in five minutes, new record!" I screeched out loud.

"The fuck! And I'm just in 99"

"Your loss one down, five more to go"

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"You cheated, how can you beat me in all of the games even in the bow and arrow that you've never tried before?"

I simply shrug. I guess bow and arrow is not as hard as shooting a gun through five loopholes before hitting the bulls-eyes.

"But please let me talk to you Anita please"

"Why? The other day you bluntly refused"

"I know, I was scared. Let me just tell you the reason why I have been appearing in your dreams, the reason why I...we feel this connection, the reason why we moved here. Please", he pleads holding my hand.

"You are not a werewolf are you?"

"No, I'm not, I'm much worse"
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Oh my cakes! What could Zayn possibly be that is worse than a werewolf. I know, he's a...

Gotcha, you totally fell for that
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