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Hello everyone. I'm surprised at how fast I keep updating, but the inspiration won't leave me alone. 
I will finish this book, so I hope we all look forward to the ending. 
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Let's get it
If there is another word for pissed, it means I am seething. My call with Loren had been ruined when my father came home drunk as fuck like he usually is and yelled my name like the bastard he was. 
He even had the audacity to stomp the stairs up to my room. I could sense the confusion and fear in Loren's tone when I hung up. 
My father slams my door open like the actions is supposed to scare me. "Didn't you hear me call you?" He asks, and I glare at him hard for interrupting my precious time with my human. 
"You better lower those eyes before I pluck them out." He threatens, baring his fangs at me. I roll my eyes. This is not my first rodeo with him, and I know his threat is empty like air. 
He prefers to break all my bones and make me watch as he snaps them back in place so they can heal, and he starts over again. He doesn't scare me, and he knows. 
"What do you want?" I ask, crossing my arms. Anger flares I his eyes and his nostrils swell. "You  contain that attitude as well." I drop my arms and roll my eyes again. 
"Who were you talking to?" He asks. My body does a mid-freeze, and I suppress my emotions faster than he can blink. "You must have misheard," I say, crossing my arms back. 
"Do not call me deaf when I know I have perfect hearing. Even if you whisper, I can still hear your breathing." I sigh. 
"Fine, since you care so much, I was talking to a human about school." He squints his eyes at me, trying to search my eyes and posture for lies.
He won't sense it in my heartbeat because I can fake that. "Interesting, that has never happened before. And is this specimen male?" 
His interest is fake as it never concerns him what I do with my life, but his threat towards Loren makes me almost snarl my fangs at him, but I restrain myself. 
"If it's not?" I ask, jerking a brow up. He grunts in reply, finally uninterested in the conversation, and walks out of my room. 
“Be ready on Thursday night, we have a meeting." He says and slams my door. 
What gave him the mindset to walk into my room, threaten me and Loren, and then order me to go for one of their foolish meetings.
Still, I frown at his words. I haven't been in a meeting since the last city I moved from, and that was two years ago. 
What is suddenly bringing this up? I narrow my eyes at the door, hearing him go down the steps, his weight causing the wood to creak. Big bastard.
If I question him, he will suspect, and I hate when he does that. Cause whenever he suspects, that means dead bodies of the nice people I met, which is not good. 
I sigh. Let’s just get Thursday over with. Besides, what bad could possibly happen? today is Tuesday, which means I have a day to mentally plan and dread Thursday evenings meeting.
I was wrong, very wrong, and emotionally unprepared for it. Wednesday had been great, I met with Loren, and finally, we hung out for lunch together. 
After a week of promising, we will do so.
I felt the stares of everyone when we sat at a different table away from my friends and his. 
We talked laughed a little, and he never asked about what happened on the phone the last time we spoke, and I was grateful for that. 
We talked of other things like my hobbies, which I said are book and sometimes classical music. 
He loves hip hop music, which is obvious, and I think I have a groove for their beat as well, or am I just too old? Sighs. 
Anyways, we fully plan our outing for Friday, and he said we would go for a cute picnic in the afternoon. 
The school usually lets us out early on Fridays so the clubbing activities would be in full swing and since Loren is not allowed to participate in basketball, a reason I still don’t know about, and, I also don’t have a club, we arrange for a Friday evening picnic as we watch the sunset. 
It sounded way more romantic when he said it and I looked forward to is so much it was practically what filled my mind and gave me strength for whatever my father was going to do or whatever those nasty circles were going to say. 
In short, I was mentally strengthened, but since I didn’t fortify my wall strongly enough, they shattered hard. 
Thursday rolled by, and I got up early as usual, my dad snoring away in the parlour bottles scattered around the couch, I ignored him and headed for the door.
Using my demonic speed, I got to school in record time and arranged my hair. I strolled into the hallway and smiled when I saw Jamie. 
He gave me a little wave one I gave back and entered my class. I greeted Norman and flashed a smile at Lo. 
I smile, remembering the nickname and giggling when I remember how his eyes went wide. When I called him like that in the library, he was so cute. 
My day went well the best even as I talked with my girlfriends during lunch (yeah, their percentage has risen a lot). 
They still mocked me about Loren but squealed so loud when I told them that Loren and I have confirmed our date for Friday evening. 
They were happy and wished me luck. The rest of the day went by in a breeze and said goodbye to school when the closing bell rang. 
I packed my things and gave Loren a kiss on the cheek that made him freeze for about five minutes. I giggled at his antics and told him I’m looking forward to Friday. He blushes at this, and I coo. 
The rest of our classmates watch us in shock, and the expression on Normans face is priceless, but he will live with it. I walk out of class and get home in record time, which is me teleporting. 
“You’re home early” my father, who never comments, says. He looked clean and fresh for the first time in weeks. He stood a few feet away from the front door as if expecting me home.
He dressed in clean blue jeans and a weird, coloured button-up. I roll my eyes and drop my bag at the door.
“let’s get this over with” I say, and watch his eyes change to pitch black. Mine do the same, feeling my senses heighten at that. 
“Get changed” he orders “fast, you look colourfully ridiculous.” 
“So do you.” I bite back speed walking into my room. That t-shirt colour is terrible taste. I open my hidden closet (yes, I have a hidden closet). Surprise 
I pull out leather tight pants, which I put on after, of course, removing my dress, combat boots, a leather tank top, and a crop jacket. I drop them on my bed, take a quick shower, and put on my clothes. 
I take out two knives and put one on the special strap of my boots and the other in my jacket. I pack my hair in a ponytail bun, making sure it was tight and no extra curls were down. I walk back downstairs, meeting my father where I left him, 
“Let’s go” I say, to which he grunts, and we walk out of the house into the dark night. 




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