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there's this twist I don't understand-that's jamie having to stay in the same room with a guy i consider a threat to her mission through the night

that's because her room was bombed while she was away with Liam

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She had lost her friends, her family, and everyone who loved her to Paul. He started out so kind, so gentle, so special. Her family loved him, and then he opened his home up to her when she lost them. Then slowly, gradually he pulled her away from everyone. Her friends were not allowed over. Her neighbors acted as if the house just didn't exist as if she didn't exist. Like the bruises on her hands didn't appear after she started being 'homeschooled'. Then he moved her to a place where there were no neighbors. As time went on she had come to the sinking realization that Paul, had something to do with the crash. She was at her wit's end. She asked her self every day what kept her here. Reality always answered her. She had nowhere else to go. Her feet, her heart, her very soul were howling at her to run and someday she would. Aly felt the sting of her cheek as his hand made contact. Probably, because she wasn't listening. Who cares she thought to herself. Enough! she thought to herself. Then something happened. Something ferocious inside her had awakened. There was power, and cunning like she had never felt before. She was aware of every sound, every smell, every nuance of movement in the house. She could see his vein throbbing. She could smell the booze dripping through his veins and into his sweat. Enough. Her vision narrowed, her focus became laser sharp, the power of her fury had overpowered her sense of reason. The time to fight is now. Yes, I have nothing but that means I have nothing to lose. She looked forward and realized it wasn't where she lived that held her back, no it was him. It was always him. Aly's eyes narrowed and her hand curled into a stone, her arm with a will of its own crashed into Paul's chin knocking his head back. And he fell to the floor from the impact. She stood, her back was rigid, her heart roared with angry fire. "I do not need you, Paul." She snapped. "I do not need any of this." She gestured to the world around her. "I don't know what life should be, but I know it is not this!" He laughed viciously, "Are you talking about your silly stories Aly? Those aren't real. No one is coming to rescue you. You were already rescued by me. It was my kindness and sacrifice that gives you the life that you are currently so privileged to enjoy." She barely had time to breath before he had risen from the ground and took a menacing step toward her. She laughed back calmly, "Sacrifice?" Her hands made mini quotations, and then she screamed, "Enjoy?" Maniacal laughter erupted from her chest. As she finally saw through this. This man was a bully and as she learned from her 'stories' all bullies are cowards. She started toward the door determination charging her soul. Paul tried blocking the door. His eyes flashed and his nostrils flared. His face took on an unflattering shade of chartreuse. She darted toward the kitchen and grabbed the largest thing she could. In her hands was a cast iron frying pan. Paul ran toward her and reached for her in an attempt to seize Aly, but he never made contact. She spun around eyes flashing and swung the pan with every ounce of strength she had. Her aim was true and she struck him on his skull. His limp body hit the floor hard. She took her chance, she ran. Alyenna opened her eyes, which were still stinging with tears from the memory. In an attempt to calm her nerves, she took a deep breath and took in the beauty of the forest grove around her. She gently rubbed tears off the cover of her book. This ancient worn little book was her only retreat from this decrepit world. It was only in these pages that flaming swords came to life, and talking dragons ruled the skies. A harsh wind began to glow. The gentle golden mosaics of the sunlight vanished. In an instant darkness had consumed the blue sky. In front of her was a swirling oval of blinding light. Terror filled her veins and panic urged her to her feet. She dropped her book and turned to run. However, before she could even make a single step forward a horrible wrenching pain struck the back of her skull. Her knees crumpled beneath her. Alyenna felt dizziness and nausea consume her body. Her last conscious memory was of two shadowy figures running towards her. One carried a massive ax and the other had glowing blue eyes. As her conscious mind let go of its grasp on reality she heard a gruff voice grow, "Grab 'er!

****The Landing Zone***
"No!" Alyenna empathetically slammed her book shut. "I
refuse! He cannot kill her!" Then a bit more demurely as a
forlorn look clouded her eyes. "That cannot be 'the end'."
Aly knew there was nothing she could do. She had read and
re-read this ending at least a hundred times; but, despite
her powerless position she still protested. Aly bunched up
her fists and vehemently slammed them into the ground.
"It cannot be The End'!'" Tears crested her eyes. "it just
cannot!" Those characters were as much a part of her as
her own hand. They had gotten her through even the worst
nights, and yet every time their world ended in darkness.
"How could she just give up?"
She winced as a sharp pain on her cheek reminded her of
what happened earlier. About what had pushed her to flee
to her sacred grove. The one place he could never find her.
Her hand lightly touched the red burning patch on her
cheek, and her eyes snapped shut trying to silence her
fresh tears.


****Earlier that day***
"You, worthless pest" He growled as one of his hands
seized her arm and the other was raised above his head.
Alyenna was overwhelmed with the smell of hard liquor as
her skin screamed at the impact of Paul's cruel fist. "I told
you already that no one will love you like I do, why do you
insist on hurting me like this, constantly disappearing or
trying to run away, and you even had the nerve to destroy
my special gift." He held up an elegant pendant that had
been destroyed by the garbage disposal. "You aren't
planning on leaving again are you?" He stared her down
menacingly.
Alyenna crouched helplessly on the floor. A bruise was
already forming on her face. Usually, Paul was more
careful. She had really done it this time. In a trembling
voice, she whispered, "No."
"It isn't safe out there Aly. You and I have to stick together.
Remember your parent's accident? You should know you
can't go out there. Not if you want to survive." He stood
over her, his face inches from hers.
Alyenna's trembling hands gripped her favorite book tight
to her chest. Her eyes stinging as a salty and familiar liquid
offered the only kindness she could remember. Her tears
shielded her vision of what she knew would come next. She
became lost in her fairy tale world. Wondering how the
next book would end, she had searched desperately for its
sequel, but there wasn't one. This story was the only thing
that made this life bearable.
"Alyenna listen to me!" He boomed threateningly. "You
cannot trust anyone but me. Who else would have taken
you in when you lost everything. Only me my little mouse."
Purring her nickname as he finished his speech.
"Besides you know you cannot go anywhere without me. I
hid the keys to the car little mouse, you know, so you
wouldn't get hurt like your parents did. I am only protecting
you. No one will sacrifice for you like I do little mouse." She
looked back at him with hollow eyes.

Instantly the dark rider's smile vanished, the red in his glowing eyes flashed and faded. and was replaced by their natural aquamarine. Cameron's face twisted in anguish as the realization of what he had done crept back into his mind. His gut-wrenching howl tore through the valley halting every sword, every claw, every spell, in its path. Time froze, within the raging carnage, in awe of this man's grief. "Ella!" His betrayal was never to be forgotten; not by himself, nor by her people. His scream marked the death of Tendaara. A swarm of Scelestra's claimed descended upon Cameron and his dragon. Despite his best efforts, he could not break free of the fray for hours. By the time he finally descended to collect his beloved, her body was gone.
THE END
pg 562

Fire and smoke choked the air. Thousands of scaled wings and diamond sharpened claws tore through the plated skin. Dragons filled the sky with elemental magic made of rainbow fire and icy rain. Their calls of fury and death tore through the smoke and echoed on the unforgiving stones of the Hakkar Mountains. Their calls punctuated the incessant clang of clashing weapons and explosive spells. This corrupt and smoke clouded sky was lit only by the myriad colors of dragon flame and the red eyes of the claimed. A golden dragon broke through the smoke and flame, on top of her was a woman with hair like the sun and shining silver armor stained with blood that was not her own. She looked glorious, but her soul was torn. Queen Eleanor gazed lovingly at Cameron. Their relationship had spanned decades and had never faltered. Neither time nor distance ever stood a chance at separating them. Until now, Eleanor's heart broke as she saw the telltale scarlet, of the claimed, consume his aquamarine eyes. He was no longer her beloved. Cameron was now an unknowing pawn and traitor to Scelestra's cruel and unforgiving game. He attacked her with all of the fury and passion that his soul ever could or would contain. Eleanor's eyes clouded with tears as she defended herself desperately from the charged and unforgiving attacks of the man she had given her life to. She could not take it in anymore. She had been a fool, a fool to believe she was untouchable. She dropped her hands and welcomed his last spell to strike her. She had failed her people. Cameron watched with demonic mirth as Eleanor and Skendiiri plummeted through the smoke and flame. His smile only grew broader as their bodies disappeared, and then he heard her final ear piercing scream which echoed throughout the war-torn skies. As the cry faded the skies fell silent. friend and foe were frozen by the impact of the Savior's death. The battle was over. Darkness had won.

O==[]:::::::::::::::::> Transported
Before you is a girl not terribly unique at first glance, though she is beautiful by any known standards. She is trapped unknowingly in our world. She sits cross-legged in an enchanted grove, a book clutched in her trembling hands. Its pages are weathered and torn from years of abuse. Not unlike you, her only reprieve from her daily life is that which she finds in the elaborate stories of faraway places. This particular book is one that she has read hundreds of times. Its pages emblazoned permanently in her mind. This is the story of a land called Tendaara. This girl, named Alyenna, lost her friends, her family, and everything she holds dear after a tragic car accident. Her uncle Paul is her caretaker now. A cruel and abusive man, he stripped her of her confidence and her self-worth, through perpetual verbal and physical abuse over the 13 years she has been held captive. So why should you care about this lonely girl? Well, you are about to be transported with our dear little Aly into that land of Tendaara. You will become part of a story that is an intricate web of betrayal, pain, revenge, and of course the trials and tribulations of love. It is a world consumed by a dark and manipulative curse. This is not a story of high school drama or petty rivalries. This is not a story for the young at heart or of mind. This is a story filled with magic, demons, goddesses, and war. A story of the triumph over the wicked and the weak. This is a story full of violence and cruelty. A story of power and self-discovery. It is a story of true evil and real love. You will not enjoy these villains. You will deplore them. As for our heroes and our dear Alyenna, she will be forced into a world she does not remember or understand. She will be forced to act as the hero her people need but was never trained to become.
Welcome to a world of gods and monsters. Let the Adventure Begin.

LarrySun:
May God bless the moderators for taking off the post.

amen

_ With the little allowance I had, I grabbed myself a simple black sweater and dark blue jeans. I eyed the noisy mall and wondered if there was any other sale happening at the time. I mean, I'm cheap. My eyes caught on to a rather nice looking dark azure dress that flowed elegantly outwards at the ends. I lingered on the outfit for a moment before tearing my eyes off of it. There was no point for me to keep looking at something I couldn't buy. And just when I had decided it was time for me to leave the chaotic place, I caught the head of a familiar boy from afar. Mentally rolling my eyes as hard as my imagination could envision, I gave myself a single moment to take one deep breath before forcing my two legs to walk forward to the boy. But my annoyed composure soon died out the closer I approached him, as I was soon feeling confused when I saw he was with two other people. Two other unwelcomed people. My arm reached out faster than my mind could process thoughts and in an instant my eyes stared into my ex- boyfriend's jade-tinted ones. "Carlos, what the hell are you doing," I spat in his face as I finally got his full attention. "Jamie?" came Allison's confused voice. I didn't give her two damns as I blocked out her voice. I was instead occupied with the reason why Carlos, aka Helene's boyfriend, aka father of a child, was talking to Allison Frances and Daniel Ordeon. "Jamie," Carlos began as he looked at me for the first time in two years, "Wait, it's not-" I glared at the boy I detested. I hated him. I hated his girlfriend. But, I don't do cheaters. "Tell me it's a misunderstanding, and don't you dare give me a lie, I've had it with you and your nonsense," I told him lowly. His eyes softened at me as he nodded and told me it was a misunderstanding. He was out shopping with Helene. The girl was somewhere unknown. Allison had walked up to him. At the mention of the girl I was in charge of, I finally remembered her importance to me. At least she's supposed to be. I gave her a glance. She was fine. Nothing hurt, nothing damaged. Like always. "Jamie, is he your boyfriend or something?" Allison asked. I raised my eyebrows at her question after Carlos backed away from her upon the unspoken message sent from my eyes to his. "None of your business," I responded as my eyes turned dull when I looked at both her and her boyfriend, "You and Daniel need to just learn how to worry about your own partners." Daniel stared at me amused. I wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face with my fist. "Hey," Allison stepped in, her face darkening, "Leave us alone, brat." "Likewise," I countered, gesturing for Carlos to follow me when I started leaving. I wasn't about to walk far though. Daniel managed to wrap his strong hand around my wrist before I turned around and yanked it away.

13| Miscalculation
I felt the sun brightening up the room as the warm sun rays lightly shined on my still closed eyelids. My eyes eventually fluttered open to find myself in someone else's room. It took a moment for me to remember the events of yesterday and last night. I sat up and felt a soft fabric move against me. Looking down, I saw a big, cream white blanket covering my body. My head tilted at it in confusion for a bit before I glanced up at the boy sleeping on his bed. He had no blanket. Realizing that he must've placed it on me after our fight (literally), I couldn't help but smile as I watched him sleep peacefully. A closer inspection and I could tell parts of the blanket near my right arm had been stained red and I started moving the blanket away from me. I got up and walked quietly to the bathroom to wash up. I had to re-wear my outfit from yesterday when I had detention and I hesitantly put it on, folding Liam's white t- shirt neatly and placing it at the foot of the bed once I had left the bathroom. I stared at the boy who didn't seem to move after several minutes and I stood there not knowing what to do. I took the black ribbon and quickly made my hair into a messy bun. I finished and placed my hand on my hips as it dropped down. My eyes went to the boy. "Wake up, Carter," I exclaimed. I sighed after I heard no response. "Liam," I raised my voice, "It's time to wake up." "What time is it," he finally replied softly with his morning voice. My eyes widened at the fact that he was now awake. I glanced at the clock on his bedside and answered, "9:35." "Two more hours," he yawned quietly, stretching a bit before turning on his side. I raised my eyebrows after I heard his steady breathing again within a few seconds. He didn't just fall back to sleep that quick... did he...? Is that even possible? I let out a soft sigh and looked around the room for something to do. I should just go shopping for new clothes. Why should I tell him? Making up my mind, I grabbed my backpack and quietly left the room. _ The moment I stepped out of the academy the cold air hit me like a moving truck. It was absolutely freezing. A chill ran down my spine as my legs tensed up. Yesterday it was beautiful weather. Today it was hideous. I pulled my backpack closer to my body and walked across the pathway to the driveway behind the school. As I walked on the grass, tiny wet dew drops grazed my warm ankles. I reached my black car and went inside. If I even remember the directions to the mall, I'd be lucky. I started driving as my mind wandered to the incident last night. What happened to my room? Who bombed it? Although Liam had said it wasn't him or Kai, I'm starting to doubt him. My expression darkened at the memory of him trying to shoot me in my sleep. I let out a long sigh as I slowed down to a stop at the stoplight. He would've succeeded if I hadn't woken up. If I hadn't had that dream. Just the thought of my past made my mood drop. Thank god it's the past for a reason.

A knife came out of nowhere and smacked into his handgun with an astonishing amount of force, tilting the weapon up in his hands. The girl before him quickly got up and went for him, kicking her right leg forward. He grabbed it tightly before it could make contact with his face and directed it to the side. She jumped up with the help of that little movement and did a spin kick around his head, knocking the gun out of his right hand with her left leg. Jamie landed back securely on the ground as he released her foot and looked at the direction that his gun had flown. A split second later, he was pushed down and pinned forcefully onto his bed, Jamie's body hovering menacingly over his. His eyes directed right at hers and he could see the small smirk that had emerged on her face. "I think, it's you who should get up and fight," she chimed slowly, "Liam Carter." Liam couldn't hide his light smirk as he stared back at the woman he soon became interested in. "Well done, Lennon," he said as their faces were inches away. Their breathing was at the same pace at the moment, he realized, and looking up at her eyes were different than looking down at it. A thought crossed his mind but he pushed it away, his fist tightening slightly before it relaxed when she shifted a bit at the weird position they were both in. Her arm gave way and she fell on the bed next to him, one hand suddenly gripping tightly on her upper right arm. Liam sat up after being released under the position and leaned over the girl next to him. She was badly wounded on her right arm and already had a small puddle of fresh blood on his bed. Before anything, he reached for the gun and unloaded it, putting the safety lock back on. He tossed it with a small crash onto his table beside the bed and turned his attention back to the silent woman. "Jamie," he called out, his eyes unconsciously softening at her body becoming small again. "Shut up, bastard," she whined softly, "Just let me bleed in peace." And even at that comment, even given the situation he caused, a quick chuckle escaped his lips. "If we leave it like that it'll get infected, princess." What... in the world was he doing? "... You have a gauze?" she asked, using her hand as one at the moment. Liam nodded slowly and pushed himself off the bed, his legs walking him to his bathroom to fetch some medical aid tools that he hadn't need in a while. He didn't know why he was helping the girl. He should be back to sleep by now. He came back and turned on the light on his small table and the room lit up dimly. He saw that his once all white t-shirt was dyed red on one side by her blood. "Give me your arm," He said to her as he took a seat next to her on the bed. The mattress creaked a little as he did. She looked up at him, still holding onto her arm. "No," she responded, eyeing him suspiciously, "This is my arm." "Do you want to be disinfected or not," He pushed. She frowned and sneaked a glance at her arm before looking up at him again. "I can do it myself," she finally answered. Liam sighed, "Lennon, stop being stubborn. Come here." "This is all your fault," she pointed out, hesitating before turning completely around to face him and carefully lifted her arm up to him. He examined the deep wound and began disinfecting it while she one-handedly cut herself a long piece of gauze with a small medical scissors. He finally wrapped it gently around her arm and secured it. The two of them paused for a moment before looking at each other. "Can I sleep now," Jamie asked him, her eyes blinking slowly. He could tell she was tired. He was too. He gave her a half-smile, "Yeah." "You sure," she pressed on. "Yeah." "No shooting me anymore?" "No shooting you anymore," Liam responded, putting his hands up slightly as a sign of surrender. "Promise?" she piped. His eyebrows arched a bit as he looked at her innocent face with a slight tilt of his head. He nodded, "Promise." She held out a slender pinky to him and paused, waiting for him to wrap his own around hers to seal the deal. And that's exactly what he did. He lifted his hand up and leaned in towards the girl, his finger gently wrapping around her smaller one as soon as they had made skin contact. "You can't break a pinky promise," she informed him, relieved a bit after they had finished. He smirked as the woman sat herself up and walked slowly away, back to her dark and cold corner. "What kind of agent doesn't break a promise?" Liam asked her calmly, "It's just a pinky promise." With two thumb fingers sticking out, she tiredly pointed to herself and replied, "This one." "Promises were meant to be broken," he countered before going back into his bed and getting ready to sleep. Before he turned off the lights, however, he heard her say one last reply to him

"No... promises were always meant to be kept . .

. but they can be broken."
Make a promise, Keep a promise, Don't break a promise

He frowned. Sweat? Why was she sweating? The room, as far as he could tell, was oddly freezing cold. A closer and longer look made him realized that her face was scrunched up in pain. She wasn't staying still either. She was constantly shifting and turning, as if she was in another world and dealing with something else. Someone else. Her breathing became heavier and clearer. He could tell how hard it was for her to breathe. His index finger began moving down to the cold, metal trigger. "Leave," she mumbled out, "me alone." "Please," he heard her say in her sleep. Liam took a deep breath and held it, pulling back the trigger. His eyes focused on her now jumpy form. "Tsk," he soon let out quietly, "Stop moving." It would've been an easier job if she could just stay still while she slept. It seemed like she was thinking of something painful. Suddenly, her body froze dead cold and his jaw clenched, getting ready to release the trigger. Before he could do that, however, her violet silver eyes fluttered open as she let out a muffled whimper. Her eyes quickly met his and the both of them stared at each other with wide eyes before Liam released the trigger, his aim becoming a little off. It flew through the air, leaving tiny bits of lead residue behind its trail. She must've seen the gun before he pulled the trigger and her body dropped at an amazing speed to the ground as one hand had covered the side of her face that she calculated the bullet would come close to. The bullet whizzed towards the right side of her now shifted form and scrapped her right arm deeply before penetrating the wall right next to her. The loud sound that the shot produced as an aftermath rang throughout the air before it quieted down once more. Liam watched the bullet come to a stop in the wall before his eyes went to the girl still laying on the ground. She had made herself smaller upon hearing the shoot fired. Bits of paint and wood fell onto her lap and shoulder. Eventually, she sat up and he aimed the gun in front of her again. Her eyes were unreadable as she stared back at him with not much emotion. He examined her face and discovered that she had been crying. "You're going to hurt me too," her small, tired voice came to break the dark silence. Her hands went up as if to say she surrendered. "I missed," he let out, keeping his aim strong this time, "Get up and fight, Jamie." Despite knowing that he would shoot at her once more, she kept her serious eyes on him that had moments before been weak and drained of energy. "My gun's feet away, and by the time I reach it I'll be dead," she replied calmly, "There's not much I can do, Carter." He raised his eyebrows slightly, "You're just going to let me-"

12 | Promised Her | Liam's POV
| Liam's POV | He couldn't sleep. The thought of what he said up in the Ferris Wheel alone with the woman played once more through his head. He watched her slowly drift into a light sleep as her head leaned softly on the glass window of the ride. Her hair fell gradually down and warmed her slender back and shoulders. What a naive girl, he had thought, how could she just fall asleep defenseless like that? He watched her chest rise and fall, slower and slower, with a steady pace. Breathing out a small breath, he asked her, "You asleep?" There was a change in her closed eyes as a part of her realized again that he was sitting right across from her. He held back a chuckle. "Mm," she managed to hum out. He eventually let out a light smirk. "Tsk, this woman," he said under his breath. She was totally aware of his presence and she couldn't care less. The girl only had sleep on her mind. He had turned around to face the city lights and eventually eyed the dark sky that wrapped above them. His eyes slowly found its way back to the sleeping woman as they made it to the very top of the Ferris Wheel. "Lennon..." he let out, talking to himself more than the woman. "... I will kill you." Liam opened his eyes and laid there on his bed for a while, listening to nothing. He was wrong. A few seconds in silence and he found his ears noticing the sounds of soft, steady breathing in the far corner. Now was his chance. He quietly sat himself up and glanced at the woman leaning against the wall to his room. She was sleeping soundly. His hands traveled beneath his pillow and grasped tightly around the gun that had always been there. He took it out and eyed the weapon carefully, making sure the thing was loaded before clicking in the magazine. He held the barrel at downrange for a moment as he stole another glance at the woman, oblivious to her life ending in mere seconds. The safety lock was off next. With his dominant hand, Liam directed the gun upwards towards the girl and aimed it at her chest. Her beating heart. His left hand supported the gun to get an accurate enough shot. He straightened up his body and leaned back a bit, tilting slightly to the side so that his eyes could focus well in the dark at that angle. The more his eyes let in light and he could see her form clearer, the louder his heart steadily beat. He could see the tiny glands of sweat that had been on her forehead.

I stared at the unfamiliar shirt, confused for a short moment, before realizing something. I quickly threw the clothes on, brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush, turned off the bathroom lights, and closed the door after I left. Liam was leaning peacefully against the bed's head with his eyes closed before I marched in and exclaimed, "Hey!" He groaned a muffled sound before his head slowly tilted towards me, his blue eyes gradually opening to meet mine. I was taken aback but I stopped myself before proceeding with what I was going to say, "You came into the bathroom when I was showering didn't you??" The boy took a moment to process my words before a light, cheeky smile eventually appeared on his face. "Is that why you're blushing?" My brows furrowed a bit, "I'm not blushing," I defended. "Mhm," He countered and his eyes stared deep into mine. I kept my gaze on the boy, seeming like I had something to say, but nothing would come out. I sighed slightly to myself. I wanted to say thank you because he lended me his shirt, and even offered a place for me to sleep, but I couldn't. Why... can't I just say thank you? Feeling tired and defeated, I trudged quietly to the corner of the room that was empty space and sat down next to the wall. My back found a temporary comfortable position against the wall and I forced myself to sleep. "You don't snore do you," Liam mumbled, shifting a bit so that he was now snuggled deep inside his blankets. I groaned loudly to express my irritation towards him for always assuming I was the worst type of girl to share a room with. "Would you stop messing with me," I whined quietly, "I just want to sleep." I couldn't hear anything after that. The atmosphere turned soft and quiet. I felt peaceful and slowly drifted into sleep. _
"Mommy!" I yelled into the distance, "MOM!" She left the house without another glance at the both of us and had never once returned. "Are you going to leave me too," I had asked my drunken father that day. "If I feel like it," he murmured back while still in his sleepy state, embracing a beer bottle to his chest like a hugging pillow. . . . . 2 years later "Daddy!" I had yelled at the man who claimed to be at work minutes earlier through text, "Daddy wake up. Who is this woman in my bedroom? I just came back from school!" The man moaned in his sleep and expressed his irritation towards me by turning his back to me on the couch. I looked at his alcoholic body and glared at the smell that came off of him. My 7 years old form ran into my room and busted the door open to reveal a beautiful, young woman I've never seen before. She dared to be naked in front of me, in my room, in my house, and for who? My father? "You're not mommy," I said to her startled face, "Get out of my room." "Oh, sweetie, you won't understand," the woman began, trying to smile at me to lighten up my mood, "This is the adult world, and-" "Don't try me," I informed her lowly, "If you think kids are merely nothing more than dumb animals running around with no brain and heart you can poop yourself out the door because you're not ready to be my mother in any way or form." . . . . My father left with her.

The Next part will be in Liam's POV

The entire floor was carpet colored navy blue, as opposed to the girl's dorm which was a creamy white. What I was also jealous of was that he somehow managed to get himself a room with a window. I stared at the black curtains that were let down, blocking the view of the night sky. The small, golden ropes that usually held the curtain drapes together were hanging loosely below either sides of the window frame. "So you're here," came his smooth voice as the bathroom door clicked open to reveal Liam dressed in a black t-shirt and black and gray shorts. His hair was partly dried and he had a towel draped around his shoulders, much like the first night I came here. "You have a shirt on this time," I commented as I turned around to meet his eyes. "I could take it off," Liam stated, closing the bathroom door behind him and walking to his work desk. He took a seat and leaned back, watching me. "You really didn't mess with my room?" I asked him, "Positive?" "I was with you the whole day," He responded as he ran a hand through his black hair. "What about Kai?" "Kai's back at the Renai. Like I said, he won't always be here. There's places he pops up in. It just so happened you met him here that one night." I nodded slowly and looked down at my bag, "So, what now? I don't feel comfortable sleeping with an assassin." "And I don't with a sniper," Liam replied with a small smirk, "But I somewhat trust you." I frowned, "Is it because I'm a girl and I'm not as intimidating as a guy?" "Part of it is true," Liam answered, pulling the towel off of him, "You haven't showered or anything have you." "I can skip for a day..." I trailed off. Liam gave me a look, "Lennon, I'm not sleeping with a stinky girl." I glared at the boy and sat up straighter, "I am not stinky. And for your information, I'm not sleeping anywhere near you." "Who said I'd be sharing a bed with you," Liam scoffed slyly, "My original plan was for you to crash on the floor." I sighed and deepened my glare at him, "At least the floor's carpet." As silence fell over us, I realized that from now on, I'd have no clothes of my own. I'd have to go shopping tomorrow. But I have no money. No money... I pouted to myself as I pushed my body off of Liam's bed and towards the bathroom to wash up. Inside, I could smell the fresh, yet sweet aroma of shampoo. It felt nice and I took a quick shower. As I wetted my hair, I couldn't stop thinking about how strong his smell was inside the shower. It was all around me and I became a little embarrassed before I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on getting cleaned and then getting out. I dried myself up and went out of the shower, only to find a comfy shirt neatly folded on the sink counter. A white t-shirt was laid on top of my black leggings that I had planned to re-wear.

11| Will you leave me too?
I immediately dialed his number. The second the rings stopped and a voice turned on, I yelled into my phone. "Liam!" The boy was quiet for a moment, probably trying to understand the strange situation and my raised tone, before he replied, "Jamie?" "You bombed my dorm room??" I asked, "How? When? Why?" "Jamie, calm down," Liam let out, "Explain to me again. I literally just got back to my room." "I got back to my room as well," I slowed down, looking rapidly around my door, "And the whole inside is destroyed. Everything is broken and shattered. There's nothing in there but rubbles." I could hear his steady breathing from the other end. "Liam?" I called out. I didn't know what to do. It was almost curfew time and the students still here were rushing back to their rooms before the professors strolled through the hallways to check up on us. "Stay in there for a moment. Wait for the teachers to do their check-ups and then come over to the boy's dorms." I frowned slightly and unconsciously turned around to check if anyone was listening in on our conversation. "I can't..." I replied, "Why would I need to?" "Where else would you sleep?" My breath hitched as I realized what he was suggesting. "Sleep with you?" I exclaimed, "Are you crazy?" "Lennon, why else would you call me if not for my help." "I-" That was... true. It was also to confront him and the only way I could be certain of anything was if I was talking to him face-to-face. I sighed loudly and hung up after closing up the call. _ The teachers eventually came and after the atmosphere turned quiet and peaceful, I walked out of my room after messing with the alarm. I'd set it so that it seemed like I would be in my room everyday before curfew. If I was ever needed back I'd be given a signal through my phone. As I waited, I used that time to gather my belongings, which I realized had all been obliterated. Nothing was left. My clothes, my accessories, my snacks... The only things I had were whatever was in my school backpack. Textbooks, journals, writing utensils, notebooks, and most importantly, my safely hidden weapons. _ I walked down the hallways and sneaked out of the girl's dorms and into the boy's. I found Liam's door after a bit of searching in the dark with only the light of my phone to guide me and I typed in his password. The door opened to a dimly lit room. Liam wasn't in bed but I was sure he was in the bathroom showering once the aroma of shampoo hit my nose. I closed the door carefully and placed my bag neatly next to his bed on the ground with a soft thud. Even if I called out to him, he wouldn't be able to hear me well with the water running. I sat on the edge of his bed and slowly looked around, taking in the familiarity of the room since I had last entered. There wasn't much. The bed was positioned against the opposite wall facing me while the bathroom was stationed around it on the adjacent wall. His study desk was to the right of the door I came into and his small bed table stood neatly next to the head side to the right.

I managed to stay awake for a while before drifting off into sleep. Before that, however, my ears caught a word from Liam, who, I realized had been talking so quietly that I could barely hear him. "... you." _ "Jamie," I moaned softly in opposition as I felt a hand nudge me against my left arm. "Jamie Lennon," Liam repeated, "Wake up and tell me where your house is." I froze in my sleep and confusion took over as I stumbled over the fact that someone was asking for my place. When I opened my eyes, I was sitting on the bench that I had previously sat on earlier today with Liam to my left as support for my sleepy head. Instead of jolting up, I decided a smarter method and got up slowly and carefully instead to avoid a sudden headache pain that usually followed after a rapid startle. "My house?" I quietly croaked, running a hand through my hair. Liam nodded, looking at me gradually wake up. "Not my house, my dorm," I corrected him, "I stay in the dorms." "Won't your mother and father be worrying for you," Liam stated. I slightly shrugged, "Mother's missing, father's missing." Liam raised his eyebrows at me, "I see." _ By the time we had gotten back to the academy, I was fully awake. Liam turned out to be staying at the dorms as well and left me at the girl's dorms before heading off to the boy's. My eyes lingered on the back of his shadowed figure before it was out of sight and I looked away, walking towards my room. My footsteps softly thud repeatedly on the ground as I headed down the empty hallways. The closer I got to my room, the stronger the smell of something new caught my senses. Three steps, five steps. I gave the air a good two deep sniffs before slightly frowning at the smokey aroma. Ten steps, seventeen steps. My body froze as I stared at my door. There was nothing out of the ordinary physically as thorough as my eyes could see. It was the smell. Smoke. Metal. Dust. It felt heavy on the other side of that room somehow and I was, for the first time since attending this school, afraid of opening my own room door. My hand traveled to the lock pad and I entered the code to my lock. 01010101 01010101 Yes. It was binary. What I saw beyond that door made my insides turn uncomfortably and my mind start analyzing the scene on instincts. It was a black hole in there. Dark and gruesome. I couldn't make out anything as I slowly entered. The lights were a bit further in and as I stepped in, my feet crutched on a pile of broken wood and metal. The lights were on. My eyes widened at the scene. Everything was gone. Broken. Splattered dangerously on the ground and into the wall. Even if I didn't know what had happened, one would describe it as if a 'bomb' had gone off inside my room. But because I knew better, I understood that was what had exactly happened. Someone had placed a bomb inside my room. And there's only two people I know who would do such a thing. I quickly closed the door to my room and took a step back once the lock had clicked into place. My hand rushed through the backpack I had just swung over to the side to find my phone. When I found it, I opened it up, planning to call Axel. Instead, I opened up to a new contact that had been saved to my phone recently. Liam Carter, read the new contact. But how? We just went for ice cream...