Knight

Chapter -One

ROSLYN'S POV: (Pronunciation- Rose-lyn)

Earthly fragrance was spread all around, dancing on top of this gleaming sunset that went hand in hand with it. Luminous, bright sun with this red sky accompanied by a sprinkle of dampened soil's scent that flew around because of the little shower it received from the clouds today, was a heavenly combo. Pacific gush of breeze rubbed my skin peaceably; feeble chirp and twitter made by flock of birds on their way back home structured a soothing state in my soul.

I drew in this purifying smell, stretching and yawning on my rug, in my miniature balcony of my small yet pretty house. I glanced around, taking in the elegance and perfection of nature, sprinkled adequately. Although, I am not a very big fan of rain, specially when it's with thunder storms, yet I love the state of nature after it; It's much better.

But now, It's time I stand up and start getting ready for my work if I don't want my manager to scream at me again. No matter how much I love doing nothing, if I want food, I'll have to work. This sometimes makes me wish if I was a sloth; how free, tranquil and distress free life I would live in a green forest on a branch of tree; either eating or sleeping.

I stood up reluctantly, stretching again while I untied my hairs from a bun, making them swing down till my hips. I massaged my scalp with a blow of my fingertips, wiggling my head. I cleansed my hairs today; they feel absolutely soft.

I headed inside my room, latching up my balcony's door. I looked over at the clock that was kept on my table. It's half past six already!! My manager is going to scream like a blue whale at me. I grabbed my uniform that was hung inside my closet and began to undress.

I work at a nightclub nearby as a waitress. The fact that I hate drinks, makes it more weird when I talk about it. It might be one of the darkest and shadiest place in our whole town but is also the highest paying bar for this grade of job.

Living a city life will, one way make you strong but lonely deep inside, this is what my uncle says and I agree with him for sure. He was the only one who took care of me and my two elder brothers for all these twenty years after our drug addict parents turned abusive. If it wasn't for him and my brothers, I would be outside, homeless on the streets or maybe sold somewhere for money.

I was just an year old when my uncle took our responsibility to provide us better childhood memories. He loves us more than anything and hence is my favourite person. We love him and he's our real super man as feeding three mouths when you don't have money to fill yours is not an easy task. He's just like an angel sent from heaven.

But maybe God has some other plans. Last month, we came to know he is suffering from leukemia. I couldn't feel anymore sad. I cried for days till bro told me he'll be cured soon. I really wish it happens.

Thinking about it still scares my heart and I can't stop tears from rolling down my eyes. I mustn't get all disheartened already. After all, my uncle raised a strong girl.

He was the reason why I began reading books. I was in freshman year when I took interest in reading. I love reading books from romance genre. Gradually, my interest grew and I began writing. Last year, I published a book that, according to me, was best. Even though I don't think I'm as good as other writers but I try.

I straightened the edge of my black mini skirt, letting out a sigh. As much as I hate this job, I hate this dress code. It's a plane white shirt with black skirt which seems like specially designed for not covering anything with fishnet tights on legs. I wore my normal black sandals and collected my hairs in a ponytail. I picked up my mascara just when I was Interrupted by a bang on the door.

"Rozzzyyyyyyy....... I'm coming in." a loud scream echoed and the door opened reveling the reason behind it.

There stood my 27 year old brother, Liam Reed, in my favorite Dinosaur costume, posing like a Victoria's Secret model with an ear to ear smile on his face.