Blaze Davis is the girl in the shadows. The one no one notices but if given a chance, could light up your world with a personality as unique as the scars adorning her body like damaged armour. She has secrets no one knows and hidden beneath that mas...
"How are you supposed to let go of your dark thoughts when they have sprouted roots and grown in your mind like weeds, sucking the light out of everything?"
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❃ B l a z e ❃
After Raf had said those words, I left the car and walked home with his words on a loop in my mind. I desperately wanted to stop him from the addiction that he was sure he was approaching.
It was my concern for him that led my mind to go on overdrive. I wouldn't wedge myself into his problems, but if I had a way to help him, I wouldn't think twice about it.
When I got home, no one was there. I checked my phone to see that Andrea had texted me, letting me know that she had to run some errands. I couldn't see Aiden anywhere so I went to the kitchen to grab a snack before dinner.
Just as luck would have it, he was seated near the island on his phone. His eyes shot up towards mine and my breath hitched. I steeled myself, pushing down on the instinctive fear.
I couldn't run all the time, and now was the best time to start standing up to him. I had a minimal physical advantage over him. He was healing pretty good, but his torso was still pretty beaten up. His scars hadn't healed as fast as Rafael and I smirked at that thought.
"Where the fuck have you been?" He snarled at me, and I rolled my eyes. His temper flared and he gripped the counter till his knuckles turned white. "Nowhere that you should know of". My back was to him as I distractedly searched for something in the fridge.
"You seriously think I won't hesitate to show you your place?" his sinister laugh filled the kitchen. I felt my pulse quicken, but I stayed put. "I'd like to see you try" I said in the same nonchalant tone that managed to piss him off further.
I heard the sound of his footsteps behind me and I instantly whipped around to see him hobbling towards me. I suppressed a laugh at the sight. When he came closer, I walked around the counter casually yet quickly, which infuriated him further.
"Don't even try. I'll kick you right where it hurts" I sneered at him, and my bursting confidence left me feeling warm after. He halted and looked at me with so much malice that he could wither a flower just by his eyes. However, somehow it didn't manage to faze me.
"I am done, you won't get to lay a finger on me again" I angrily glared at him as I walked out of the kitchen, grabbing an apple from the basket. "Sweetheart, you should know better than that" his sardonic taunt made me freeze, but I kept walking. It was an empty threat. Right?
As I raced up the stairs and into my bedroom, I felt tears pricking my eyes. Sure, I had been somewhat strong, but that didn't erase the past year of horrible, torturous memories.
I locked the door and slumped against it, as I let the tears flow freely. I wrapped my arms around my knees as I felt the salty tears stream down my face, and soak the front of my shirt.
