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Killing Me Softly

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*EDITING IN PROGRESS*

Juliet Moreno is an ordinary girl trying to survive high school. At least she thinks she's ordinary until she meets Grayson Mitchell. Grayson has a secret and Juliet will go to any length to discover his secret.

As Juliet uncovers Grayson's secret, she discovers herself and what she is, connecting her to both worlds between humans and werewolves. Juliet learns that she may be more important than she thinks.

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I grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it into my mouth. I was getting bored from the movie, so I kept eating popcorn to make up for it. I glanced over at Sydney, who was engrossed in the movie. Her already wide blue eyes were even wider from watching the scene unfold right in front of her. The movie was a stupid, cliché, chick flick that had the exact same story line, plot, and ending as every other romance movie. I grabbed another fistful of popcorn and shoveled it into my mouth. I begged Sydney to watch anything else but this. But this is what she wanted, and I had said fine. I wasn’t happy about it and she knew it too but as long as one of us liked it then I guess who cares. The movie couldn’t end fast enough and as we were walking out of the theater she couldn’t stop talking about how the guy – I think his name was Ryan – chose one girl over the other. I didn’t bother to pay attention to any of their names. Sydney kept talking and I kept listening. “Man, it’s cold out here,” she said rubbing her hands up and down her arms. I checked my phone for the time and looked around the parking lot for an old Toyota Camry that my step brother drove. He was supposed to pick me up from the movies and I told him no later than 10pm. “Where’s Paul?” I glanced down at my phone again for any missed texts. Nothing. “He should be here soon.” “Do you want a ride? I’m sure Amy wouldn’t mind.” I shook my head. “No, it’s alright. Thank you, though. He should be here soon.” Amy pulled into the parking lot and honked her horn. “Are you sure?” Sydney asked. I smiled. “Positive. I’ll see you on Monday?” She grimaced. “Sadly. Why does summer have to be over?” “All good things come to an end.” Sydney grumbled. “I guess so.” I watched her get into Amy’s car and waved goodbye as they drove off. The movie theater was already closed, and I was left standing outside alone waiting for Paul. I decided to give him a call but all I got was his voicemail. My house wasn’t too far from here. It would only take me fifteen minutes to get home if I walked fast enough. I glanced around the parking lot one last time to make sure I didn’t miss his car before starting my walk home. I pulled my hood over my head and walked as fast as I could towards home. I was spending the last weekend at my mom’s house before going back to school on Monday. This was not how I wanted to spend my last Friday night. I was thinking I should’ve taken Sydney up on her offer but then that would mean her sister would’ve have to drive in the opposite direction of their house. Every so often I would glance behind me to make sure no one was following me. I could’ve called my mom to come pick me up, but she was still at work and I didn’t want to bother. I wasn’t close enough with Todd, my stepfather, to ask for a ride. Plus, I wasn’t even sure if he was home. I made it about five minutes before I felt someone a few feet behind me. I discreetly looked behind me to confirm that there was someone following me. It was too dark to see his face, but I could tell by his stature that it was a man following me. He had to be at least six feet tall and close to 200 pounds. I picked up my pace and so did he. I was going to kill Paul if I made it home alive. I just had a couple more streets to go and I could lose him by taking a short cut. I picked up my pace even more and glanced behind me to find that he was gone. I stopped walking for a moment to think of where he could’ve gone. I turned back around to start heading home again when I slammed into something solid. He grabbed my arms and shoved me down a small alley. He pushed me up against a wall and held his hands around my neck. I gasped for breath. I tried kicking, screaming, punching, slapping. I tried everything but none of it phased him. It was as if he was made out of concrete. “What are you doing walking home alone at night?” he asked. I couldn’t answer since his hands were gripped tightly around my neck. It felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head because of how hard he was squeezing my neck. My vision was starting to blur and soon I was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen. “You shouldn’t be out here all alone.” Slowly, everything was fading out and the only way I could tell that I was alive was because I could hear this man laughing at me. Suddenly, his grip loosened, and I kicked him in between the legs. He bent over, screaming in agony. I tried to make a run for it. I didn’t get too far because the man grabbed my hoodie and pulled me back towards him. “You’re not going anywhere,” he yelled. I cried out and screamed for help, but I knew no one was going to come. I kicked and punched the man as much as I could, but he was much stronger than me. “Let me go,” I screamed. He pushed me against the wall again. He held my hands above my head to keep me in place. I tried to kick him between the legs again, but he easily dodged my attack. “Why would I do that? This is so much more fun,” he sneered. I spit in his face which made him angry. He slapped me across the face so hard that I saw everything in two. This coward was nothing but pure evil and I refused to cry in front of him. I kept my head down and waited for whatever was going to come. I couldn’t fight him, and I couldn’t get away. I had no choice but to accept the fact that this was how everything was going to end. I felt bad for my mother and father who would have to go and identify my body. I felt terrible about them having to plan their sixteen-year-old daughter’s funeral. I never go to tell them goodbye, I wasn’t going to see Sydney ever again. Even Paul, who I could barely stand, made me sad when I realized that I would never see him again. I held back a sob. I refused to let this man think I was crying because of him. I refused to give him that satisfaction. His hand slowly traveled down my arm and along the side of my torso. He moved his head closer to me to smell my neck. I wanted to throw up. I could smell his stale breath and feel his stubble brush against my neck. His hand made its way up and down the side of my torso as if he was caressing me. “This is going to be easier than I thought.”   Before I could say anything back, the man fell over to his side. He rolled over onto his knees and hands, grasping for breath. I didn’t understand what happened. All I could do was stare at him as he tried to get control of his breathing. “I think you should leave her alone,” someone said from behind me. I turned to come face to face with another man. This guy had to be about eighteen at least but he was also very tall and weighed just a little less than the other guy. He kept glancing from my neck to my wrists. I stood there frozen, unsure of what to do. This stranger was helping me from another stranger. “Are you alright?” he asked. I couldn’t say anything. Instead, I just stared at him unsure of what to do or what to say. “Are you sure?” I shook my head to break myself out of my trance. “I’m fine.” The other man stood up and faced us. “You really should’ve stayed out of this,” he said once he regained his composure. “You should’ve left her alone,” he said, simply. The boy who rescued me pushed me back behind him. I pressed myself slightly against his back. He smelt like vanilla and mint. His scent was addicting. I could smell it all night. It’s creepy but true. The other man who attacked me took a step forward. I took a step back but the stranger who had rescued me didn’t bother to move. My attacker kept moving forward, closer and closer to us. Suddenly, he stopped. His eyes slightly widened, and he stumbled as he took several steps back. I couldn’t process what he was doing. Just a minute ago he seemed ready to rip the strangers throat but now he was retreating. He held up his hands in surrender and mumbled “She ain’t worth it,” before taking off in a sprint. I stared at the stranger’s back wondering if I should be more afraid of him. He turned quickly, brushing past me as he walked back to the street. Something in my brain kicked in and I began to follow him. “Hey! Wait!” He slowed down his pace, but he kept walking. “Um, thanks.” He glanced at me and said nothing. So, I continued, “You know for back there.” “Hmph,” was the only response I got. I glanced at my phone to check the time. It was already eleven and I’m sure my mom was wondering where I was at. “Hungry?” “What?” I looked at him confused. “Hungry? You know, like, food.” “Oh, um, yeah.” “There’s a diner up ahead,” he said. I just nodded and continued to follow him towards the diner. I shouldn’t be following him, but he did rescue me. A few feet ahead, I could see the bright neon sign that read DINER. OPEN 24 HRS. In all the years that I had lived here, I had never noticed this place. The stranger held the entrance door open for me. The warm air hit me making me realize how cold it was outside. I guess I didn’t have much time to think about how cold it was with me being attacked and all. I followed the stranger as he made his way towards the back of the diner to sit at a booth. I slid in the seat across from and picked up the menu that was lying on the table. Right at that moment, my phone rang. I quickly answered it without looking at the screen. “Hello?” “Juliet! I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize what time it was. I’m leaving right now,” Paul said. It was the first time he sounded worried about me. “It’s fine. I’m getting dinner with a friend.” The stranger’s eyebrows rose up just an inch. He continued to read the menu, ignoring me.  “What friend? Sydney doesn’t have a car.” “I have other friends.” Paul snorted. “Like?” “I’ve got to go,” I said then hung up. “Need to leave?” the stranger asked, still not looking up from his menu. “No.” I went back to reading the menu. I drummed my fingers along the table as I tried to figure out what sounded good. “Could you please stop?” He asked. This time he actually looked at me. I stopped drumming my fingers and just stared at him. For being a hero, he sure was moody. “Do you have a name?” I asked setting the menu aside. I was just going to order pancakes or something. “Yes.” I waited patiently for him to continue but, of course, he didn’t. “What is it?” I asked. He glanced up at me before sighing in irritation. “It’ not important.” I leaned forward, resting my arms on the table. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” I pressed. “I don’t want to know.” I glared at him. Why was he making this so complicated? “So, do you just go around rescuing random innocent girls?” “Something like that.” He set the menu down and looked around the dinner. He raised his hand to call over one of the waitresses. “Ready to order?” she asked, taking out a pad and pen. “Yeah, I’ll have the hamburger with onions, regular fries, and a coke,” he said. “For you, miss?” The waitress looked at me. “Just pancakes.” “Butter and syrup?” “Yes, please.” She jotted it all down then walked to the kitchen to put in our order. "Was that your boyfriend on the phone?” he asked after a few minutes of silence. I narrowed my eyes. “No.” “Mom? Dad?” “Step-brother.” “Why were you walking home alone?” I sighed and leaned back against the seat. I studied the boy across from me. He was young – definitely eighteen – and was extremely good looking. His brown hair was long enough to keep falling on his forehead and he would brush it back every time it got in his eyes. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue, they reminded me of the ocean, making me feel calm when I stared at them long enough. His nose was perfectly straight and was just the right size for his face. His lips were pink and full. He cleared his throat. “Are you just going to stare at me?” I pulled myself out of my thoughts. “What did you ask?” “Why were you alone?” “Oh, yeah…” I cleared my throat. “My i***t step-brother was supposed to pick me up from the movies but forgot.” I looked away, embarrassed. I’m sure he thought I was stupid and foolish for walking home alone in the dark. “Does he do that often?” I shrugged. I hadn’t really thought about it. If I ever needed a ride, I always asked him last. He’s only every picked me up a few times. I live with my dad most of the time, so I didn’t need to ask Paul for a ride that often. My dad usually picked me up or even my mom when I stayed over at her house for the weekend. I hardly ever asked him for anything. “Why were you just walking around alone at night?” I asked, wanting to change the subject. “I couldn’t sleep.” “So, you just walk around town when you can’t sleep?” He shrugged. “Pretty much.” Before I had the chance to ask him anything else, the waitress came back with our food. She set the plates down in front of us then left. I thought about asking questions while we ate but I was too nervous. We both ate in complete silence. I checked my phone every so often to make sure my mom didn’t call or text. I had to say that I was surprised that she wasn’t calling me this very minute. We both finished eating around the same time and we continued to sit there in silence. I drummed my fingers on my thigh as I glanced around the diner. “I’ll be right back,” I said, getting up to head towards the bathroom. When I came back, our plates were gone but he was still there. He saw me heading towards him. He got up from the booth and took the last few steps towards me. “It’s late. You should probably get back home.” I nodded. “I’ll walk you home.” Again, I nodded. He followed me out the diner and I started heading in the direction of my house. Within the thirty minutes we had been inside, it had dropped at least ten degrees outside. I shivered and wrapped my jacket tighter around me. The boy seemed unaffected by the coldness. I frowned. “Are you ever going to tell me your name?” I asked. “Gray.” "Like the color?” He glared at me. “It’s short for Grayson.” “Oh…” “Are you going to tell me yours?” “Juliet.” “Like the play?” I glared at him. He smirked in response. Jerk. “Thank you, Grayson. For – well, you know.” “You don’t need to thank me.” “Still. You didn’t have to do that but I’m glad you did.” “Please, stop. Just don’t walk alone anymore.” “I promise.” Grayson didn’t say much for the rest of the walk to my house. I tried asking him questions like if he went to school, if he lived around here, or why he chooses to walk at night instead of drive around. All I got in response was yes, yes, and I like fresh air. He was a man of many words. I couldn’t ask any more questions since we were already at my house. There were no lights on except for the one in Paul’s room. I hoped he didn’t wait up for me or was looking out his window right now. He would ask a million questions. “It was nice meeting you, Juliet.” I turned my attention back to Grayson and smiled. “It was nice meeting you as well. Again, thank you.” Grayson simply nodded then said, “Goodnight.” “Good night.” Grayson waited at the front gate until I was in the house. I shut the door quietly and locked it. I peeked out the narrow window next to the front door to look at Grayson one last time, but he was already gone.  

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