A week has passed with no signs of him.

Rudolf. The one man who is constantly plaguing my thoughts for a while. Blaze had stopped by to give me the list of the people who has the very said name , living in this town but they were not what I am looking for.

Who is he?

Where does he live if not in this town?

Subconsciously, my fingers trail the tattoo over my neck erupting pleasurable tingles over my skin. Here, laying down in the couch of the living room of my floor, I thought on what to do next with this unwanted situation. Yes, each floor has its own living room with same furniture that is brown comfortable couches with a rectangle shaped glass table between them. A large screen TV installed on the wall with a stereo system below it.

Gazing at the designs on the ceiling, I rub Batty with my other hand as she snuggles deeper in my side.

I am tempted to barge in those woods again in search for him but I am not a fool. I have to be cautious. Think twice before act, I remind myself.

But one thing has me over thinking, the change in his appearance. His eyes. The elongated canines and my blood flowing. Something is very wrong with him.

The phone buzzing brought me out of my thoughts as I snatch the phone from the coffee table and look down at the screen.

Mr. Jones Calling...

I snort at the caller ID thinking whether to accept it or not.

Leave it. My subconscious whispers in my head. I was about to slide to the decline when a message pops up. And I narrow my eyes.

Mr. Jones: Pick up the phone. It's urgent.

Before I could do think, my phone starts buzzing again. Rolling my eyes, I pick up the dreaded call before taking a deep breath to keep my calm and clip out in a deatched voice.

"Father."

"Mira." My father's cautious voice fills my ear and I smirk.

"It's Miracle." I hear a sigh and then,

Silence. A long silence.

"Are you not going to say anything?" He mutters.

"Who called who?" I ask in a bored tone.

"Ofcourse." He sighs and I raise my eyebrow even though he couldn't see me.

"I... Jax is in the town-" Before he could complete his sentence, I cut him off knowing very well where it will go.

"And it is not my problem."

"Miracle. Just please for once. Just meet him, please. He is like your-" 

"Think carefully before you utter another word." I furiously grit out.

How dare he?!

"I am sorry." He whispers in a defeated tone. And I don't feel a little bit sorry at all. Why?

Because I don't feel. End of the story.

"Tell that son of a gold digger lady to stay away from me as long as he is here or I swear to God..." I trail off, my threat hanging on the middle of our silence. He knows what I will do if I ever see him again.

He knows I am not that defenseless weak pathetic girl anymore. I am Thunder, I will destroy his son and I smile happily while doing so.

"Don't disrespect your step-" He suddenly cuts off thinking what he was about to just say.

"What were you saying?" I ask in a low warning tone. I dare him to complete that sentence!

"Just. It's been so long, Miracle. So long..."

"Your point is ? "

"I miss you." He says in a low voice like he doesn't want me to hear it but I did.

I snort loudly before throwing an amused 'Sure' and cut the call.

Rude?

Call me Bitch that's more accurate term for me.

And just like that all the memories flash before my eyes and i let them. I rewind each one of them, slowly.

Basking in them. Basking in the hatred, I have for everyone. Basking in the rage, I have for that so-called father and his family. Basking in the fury, I feel when my world crumbled under my very feet.

"Mom" I yelled running up the stairs, my heavy backpack slowing down my speed.

"I am home, mom!" My heart fell when I didn't heart her reply. I listened intently but still no reply. Blinking my eyes rapidly to keep the tears at bay.

"Good afternoon, Ms Jones." I stopped in my tracts and turned around to face Mr. Stewart who was standing at the foot of the stairs.

"Good afternoon, Sir! Hope you have a good day!" I beam at him. His eyes soften as he looked up at me and smiled.

"How was your day though?" I roll my eyes at his question.

"Don't even ask." I grumble turning around and continuing my way up. His light chuckles leaving behind me.

God! This school wanted me to die under the weight of the homeworks, they had given me.

These teachers wanted me to be their slave!

Groaning, I trudged up the stairs and walked straight to my room in hurried steps.

Dumping the bag on the couch of my room, I ran towards my mother's room, ready to blurt out what happened in the school.

That girl, Selena, I didn't know what the heck she wanted from me! Like what did I ever do to her?

But I smiled widely as I opened the door of my mother's room. Her scent hit me and I felt at home . She was my home. My best friend.

My heart clenched painfully but at the same time, I felt light. Calm.

But my expression turned into horror as I took in the sight before my eyes. My eyes widen hoping-praying this was all a dream. My lips parted but no sound came out.

"Mom.." I whisper in horror.

No...

I fist my hands and clench them tightly. My jaw ticks in anger.

Take deep breaths.

Deep breaths.

Repeating this again and again, I stand up and make my way slowly to that room. My sanctuary-the art room. The room, I and my mom used to share.

I had a code lock installed here so no one enters in this room. It's personal-private. A sensitive place for me and I'll be damned if I ever let anyone in here.

Punching the code, it opens without any sound and I step in, closing the door behind me.

Mom, my heart cries.

°•°•°

"You are not fighting tonight?" Will's voice echoes in my room through the phone's speaker.

"No." I reply, pulling up my black jeans.  Sitting on the bed, I zip up my leather boots before wearing a black hoodie.

You can say now how I am obsessed with the hoodies. They are warm, fuzzy and cosy. I have my own collection of them.

"Why?" I frown at his question, glaring at the phone.

I let the silence gives him the answer of his question.

"Geez! Woman. I was just asking."

"Whatever. How are the kids?"

"They are good and they are asking about you." I hear the faint yelling at the background and a small smile takes upon my face.

"Tell them 'hey'.

"Typical." He mutters , my smile drops and I glare at the phone again.

I don't like smart retorts!

"Sorry sorry! Anyways when you are up for it, send a message."

"Okay."

After the call, I cut the phone and stuff it in my pocket before making my way down.

Will has a family and a very cute one. He has 2 daughters and he adores them so much that sometimes I can't even stand it. His wife is a school teacher and she is a good woman. In short, it is a good, nice, happy family that I avoid at all cost. It just brings memories that are buried deep inside and they better remain there.

I don't want to fight today because today is one of those days where I can kill someone if not stop. So better safe then sorry.

Entering the garage, I let my finger slides over the hood of different cars that are placed there.

Picking out the black Mercedes Benz, I open the door and start the engine.

Where am I going?

The club!

After parking the car few distance away from the club, I step out and pull the cap of my hoodie over my face. I make my way pass the bouncers who nod at me letting me go without waiting in the line.

Perks of being the daughter of the man who owns the club.

My plans for today is to get some nice drinks and forget about everything or rather someone for sometime.

Simple.

But little did I know, that said someone has very different plans from my simple ones.

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So I want to give a little sneak peak on Miracle's past so you can understand about one of the reason why she is like this. But there is more to come.

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P.s: The exam I had on Thursday,the one I had mentioned on my message board if you are following me you must noticed so that exam went fine. But I could do better than that. *Sigh*