“We barely survived because Storm got out of control. Ash will be stuck in a coma if we don’t do something about this. Of course you are right, Willow. We don’t even know who attacked Ash. I know all that. Father tied our hands, Willow. We can’t save them or ourselves. We can’t even go meet our friends. This incident is buzzing all over the city among the clans. Our father is gonna give the audience fake news about us being harmed because he doesn’t want us to be interrogated by anyone. Please, Willow, I know how worried you are. Don’t do anything stupid. I know you want to help, but please. Let’s keep calm and think of what to do, to get all of us out of trouble for the meantime.”
I walked upstairs and went to my room. I lay down on my bed, watching the ceiling and every scene of how we were all laughing hours ago, turned into a nightmare.
I can’t believe I wouldn’t see Jinx, Storm, and Ash anymore.
And my father took our phones too. This is fucking bad and I can’t believe my father is treating us like a prisoner.
We were both homeschooled and the plans of seeing our friends again were futile. We tried to escape several times to go see them. Yet, each time we tried, we always got caught and beaten to a pulp by my father.
Three years passed, we finally came out, and I heard Ash hadn’t woken up yet. I was beyond shocked and mortified.
Ash still hasn’t woken up? And Violet will get married to James Stormfall.
This is insane.
Willow was excited about the news of Violet getting married, but sad that Ash hadn’t woken up yet.
“How can they allow Violet to get married when Ash hasn’t woken up? Don’t you think that is so unfair?”
I couldn’t give a response to that. She was right.
It seemed like Violet’s family wanted to replace Ash with James.
And the pack thinks Ash got taken abroad. Why does her family want to replace Ash when they could have waited for him to come back?
The incident which happened three years ago felt like it had happened just yesterday.
Everything has changed. It’s been three fucking years and our graduation ceremony is coming up in a few months.
Three years ago, we were almost at our final years before this incident happened.
I feel useless for not being able to do anything for Ash.
Willow was right three years ago. We can’t keep letting people take control of our lives.
We have to control it by force.
I don’t know what to do right now but to wait upon Storm and Jinx’s plans to rescue Ash.
There are times I wish I did something but clearly look at the situation. There was nothing I could actually do.
Even Storm, Jinx and Ash, who were more powerful than me, couldn’t do anything about it.
I’m just tired of being a pushover by the people surrounding me. It’s time I get back up and protect what is mine.
Jinx and Storm wouldn’t joke about this either. They both want to fight for what is right. After all, they must have gone through hell more than I did.
I’ve heard the rumors about how awful the cell was.
I walked into my room after taking a snack and my gaze fell on the exact designed black bed sheet I used when Ash came to my house on a sultry afternoon as soon as we all came back from school five years ago.
He sat on my bed wearing a white-creamy baggy sweater, black jeans and black leg chains on both of his legs. He crossed his legs and folded them as he sat down with a large red packet of popcorn between his thighs.
His short silver-white hair fell all over his face as he used his tongue to catch a popcorn while he threw it up in the air, ignoring his chilled coke beside him.
Jinx was dancing with a skipping rope, acting like those ninjas in the movies. Flipping it all over his body and playing with it.
He packed up his hair. He wore baggy striped shirts and jeans.
Storm was on the floor, his legs hung at the edge of my bed, watching BL porn videos with a large black headset on.
Willow was singing and chatting with Violet, who was also having fun with Willow.
And the worst part of it all was that my room was in a complete mess. Drinks, snacks, clothes littered around my bed. And everything else was upside down. I was going insane.
Why do they always mess up my room?
“What are you guys doing wrecking up my room?” I yelled and dropped the cookies my maid baked on the table beside me.
“You are so loud, for crying out loud.” Storm took off his headset. “Can you bring your voice down? You are piercing my eardrums.”
“I’m piercing your eardrums? You are in my room.” I pointed at him. “I just left here a couple of minutes ago and this place is a mess.”
“Oh!” He looked around.
I frowned. ‘Oh!’ Was he just realizing how messed it is now? “What do you mean by ‘Oh’?” I emphasized.
“It really is messy.” He muttered. “Wait! Has it always been this messy?!”
“Fuck you, Storm.” I snarled. “What is so special about my room that you guys always come here? Why is my room always the next bus stop to lie on?”
“Chill.” Ash chuckled. “Relax. You know, your room is pretty nice and comfy.” He threw another popcorn in the air and used his long tongue to grab it. He wore my black shades and grinned. “How does it look? Handsome right?”
“Huh!” I reacted.
“He is right.” Storm randomly commented. “And your room is the best place, too.” He added.
“Yeah!” Ash agreed with Storm. “Very comfortable.”
“My room can never be comfortable for you guys. I forbid it. You guys always mess it up and leave it for me to fix and clean it up. None of you lifts a finger before leaving here.” I turned to her. “And you too, Willow.” I folded my arms across my chest.
“Hey! I got ’em, nothing to do with this.”
“Hmmm.” I heard and saw Ash munching on the cookies I bought. “This is tasty.” He murmured.
When did he get here?
“It is not tasty.” I ran up to him to pull the cookie off his arm. “Give it back.”
Ash raised his hand while holding the cookie and snickered. “Come get it, snooze nose.”
“Don’t call me that.” I jumped. “Hand it over.”
“And what? What do you wanna do with it? Keep it?”
“It is not your business what I do with it? Give it to me.” I commanded and jumped again, but Ash did the same.
“What’s the use of keeping it when it is for eating?”
“I decide on that. Not you.”