HUNTED: Chapter Eight

My eyes are blinking rapidly as realization dawns on me that this was never about her. It has always been about me.  Was that the first time he saw me? Or had he already been following me at that point?  My knees lock and everything goes cold.  

HUNTED: Chapter Seven

My mom always told me that beauty is achieved, not genetic. In other words she was firm believer in self-made, store bought perfection. I think she said this because her daughter was born just shy of beautiful, a mutant if you well. It was her way of trying to make me feel pretty but never once have I taken her actions as a compliment. Dad tells me I’m the green apple in a sea of red ones. A unique find, an acquired taste. In the end all I ever felt was less then. Never greater then. 

HUNTED: Chapter Four

He sighs, not out of frustration, but something else. Finn removes his hand from my knee and I shiver. His touch left me warm and now I felt freezer-burnt. He sucks in his bottom lip, nibbles it slightly, and then lets it free again. “We have reason to believe that the attack on you and Juliet wasn’t random, but planned.” He says. 

Discovering Wonderland (Chapter 14 & 15)

I made it to the bathroom but not in time to lock myself inside. So I leaped in the bathtub and tried hiding lamely behind the curtain. He jumped in after me and slammed me to the shower wall tickling my ribs. His face was all red and gooey. I looked up and noticed that the shower head was the detachable kind with a hose. Thinking quickly I reached to grab it with one hand and blasting the cold water with the other. He was soaking wet and the bathtub floor was now red. Archer made a weird grunt noise and grabbed for the hose which only made us wetter. I ducked under his arms, out of the tub, and ran toward the living room laughing. He caught up with me and tackled me on the couch. 

Discovering Wonderland (Chapter 11)

“Don’t tell me you love me,” I finally said. 

“Why not?” He looked hurt.

“Because I am not a good person.” He was on top of me so it was hard to look away from him even though I wanted to.  

“Ophelia Mae Micheals, I love you,” He said anyway.

“I told you not to say that,” tears were in my eyes. 

“You can’t tell me how to feel.” He said kissing the tip of my nose.  

“Those words should be protected and saved for someone you truly love,” A lone tear leaked into my ear. I hated myself more then I ever have at this particular moment. 

Discovering Wonderland (Chapter 3-5)

As if we were always meant to meet. 

As if I born to find her. 

I had never been one to believe in love and first sight because it all sounded like over-the-top rubbish. Attraction at first sight, maybe, but love? No way. 

Ophelia had only just left the room yet my fingers trembled and my body shuttered as if it ached for her to be near. 

It was crazy and unethical but my heart was slowly becoming hers, undeniably and uncontrollably.