His game (being rewritten)

Chapter XII

Flame

I was fidgeting around, sitting in the front seat next to Landon. Nervous, that's what I was. Flashbacks were starting to come back into my mind and started playing in front of my open eyes. I swallowed the saliva that had built up in my mouth, closing my eyes, feeling another memory coming back, but it felt way to heavy for me to comprehend. "What happened Landon..." I said, less like a question and more like a statement that I already knew the answer to. For a split second, I could feel his eyes on me, before he looked back at the road.

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"Flame?" it was my father that opened the door for us. He looked from me up to Landon and it was as if lightning struck him. His jaw dropped and he didn't say anything. Neither of us said anything, he just opened the door a bit more, letting us in.

Sitting opposite my parents felt weird. The feelings that I felt were overwhelming me and my head was all confused.

"First off all honey, I just want you to know that everything your father and I did, we did because we love you." my mother's statement shocked me and not in a good way. "What did you do?" my voice was calm as I was speaking. My father was sitting leaning on his knees, looking down at the floor, my mother was sitting on the edge of the couch, surely if someone would've walked in, he would think she was gonna fall off. The only thing they had in common was that they both looked nervous and sad. I turned my head to the right, as I felt Landon's hand reach out for me, wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer into him. He nodded at me reassuring me, giving me strength, that by now, I was sure I would need. "Well, it all started when you were 18..." my mother started, scrunching up her eyebrows. "That's when I started dating Grant..." I said in a low voice, more to myself than anybody else.

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Flashback (Memorie)

I can still vividly remember that sunny day in October when I met him. Grant Walker, my first love. If I would have known how things would have turned out just a year after I had met him, I would have stayed away.

I may have been a bit too distracted by my phone while I was walking in the park when I bumped into his firm chest, almost falling back, only to be caught with his strong arms. "Already falling for me, princess?" he chuckled, lifting me back up to my feet. I giggled, not knowing how to respond. He was always a sweet talker, something he could easily use to turn anything and anybody into his favor. "Cat got your tongue?" He smirked, looking down at me. I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He was an attractive man. His skin was light, but you could see he loved to be in the sun. His hair was styled to perfection, and its light brown color only enchanted his emerald eyes. He was built like one of the Greek gods and his voice was low and inviting, dripping with honey, pulling you in to taste the sweet nectar. "I'm Grant." he extended his hand with a smile on his face. Shaking his hand I shily answered. "Nice to meet you, I'm Flame," he smirked at me, raising an eyebrow making me smile. "Such an interesting name. "Yeah, I hate it," I said looking down, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. "It suits you though, you just have to wear it with pride." I couldn't breathe and couldn't think straight as he was talking to me. "I have somewhere to be, but here's my number. Text me if you'd like." he winked at me, making me blush before he was gone.

We dated for a month before we made things official and it was another 4 months before things started to change for the worst. I was dreading his charming smile, I was dreading his large warm hands because suddenly, they changed into cold weapons of punishment that struck my body whenever something wasn't quite the way he wanted it to be. I was dreading his charming smile because every time I saw it I could see the devil laughing, and it felt like I died and gone to heaven when one night I had to attend a gala with him.

It was on that night that I laid my eyes on him. On Landon. Wolf, the angel sent from above. To be fair, I knew that Grant didn't like him as soon as we entered the grant hall. His eyes almost instantly found their way to Landon and it was as if a growl ripped through his body, as he clenched my hand stronger. My eyes followed his gaze, out of curiosity mostly, but also, because I was happy that something tormented him, even if it was just for a little bit. My body was craving to see him struggling. Maybe it was my body and mind that had no other way of defending themselves. Grant was a possessive bastard, that had way too many connections in the underworld and there was no way for me to get away from him alive. Seeing him in some kind of pain was just satisfying to me, even though it was sickening to have such thoughts.

"Behave," was the only thing he said into my ear before he went to greet some people he knew. And since I had nothing better to do, but to go and get drunk, to numb the pain that would come later at night, I made my way to the bar, ordering five shots of vodka and drinking them fast, wishing they'd kick in hard. "Shouldn't drink that much. But I can understand it." a man sat down beside me. My eyes were starting to droop, rather from tiredness than drunkness, since I'd already built quite a habit of drinking heavily, as I sat at the bar, thinking about which drink I'd order next. "And what is it to you?" I asked not raising my head, or looking his way. "Well, maybe I'm being way too forward, but I think that nobody who's happy will go to the bar, first thing after getting to a gala." from the corner of my eye, I could see his shadow moving. He was leaning forward, probably wanting to look me in the eye. "Well then, what do my actions tell you?" I turned my head slowly. Landon Wolf sitting next to me didn't surprise me. Seeing as how Grant hated him, I was prepared for an encounter with him, although not in that kind of way. "Didn't need to see you drink at a bar to know how miserable you are, sweetheart." he gently took my hand, lifting it and setting it on the counter. "I could see the blue and green marks from miles away." I laughed at his statement. It was a sorrowful laugh. But I felt that laughing was way better than crying, so I did that. I laughed. But maybe it wasn't just because I didn't want to seem weak, but also because I was slowly losing my mind because of the man I was now living with. "If you don't know how to help, then don't poke your nose into other's people business." I grabbed his hand with my free one, removing it from my other hand, before tucking it under my chest. "Can I get a long island ice-tea?" I said loudly, once I saw the bartender approaching us. He nodded, turning his back to me, starting to prepare the drink. I could hear a heavy sigh beside me. Rolling my eyes, I looked at Landon, who was already watching me intensely. "Do you trust me?" he said completely calmly. I looked at him, in confusion. "I don't even know you," I said, almost laughing at him. "I didn't ask if you know me, I asked if you trusted me." he was completely serious. His icy blue eyes, shining like snow in the sun, giving me a melancholy feeling. But deep within it, I could feel a warm spark ignite, giving me hope. Hope for better days to come. "As absurd as it sounds... I do... I do trust you..." I felt like breaking down right there, in front of him.