Landon: My Killer Lover

Prologue Landon I leaned against the locker next to hers, watching the side-glances and scared smiles people threw my way. My reputation in this town was far from the greatest. Most people feared me, hated me or acted as though they liked me so that I wouldn't kill them. It didn't work, either way and they knew that. Yet they still seemed to hold on to that lie to reassure themselves. It was clear that she didn't find that out yet and I wasn't sure how much time I had remaining before she finally did. She was the only person in a long time that didn't annoy me with their constant talking. I actually preferred when she filled the silence. She was kind, helpful and always smiling around people. Her smiles weren't fake, though. She just seemed to be genuinely happy around people. But she's going to hate me. Chapter 1：Listen *Flashback* Victoriå Hey, can you hear me over there? I can't really tell if you can hear me. My mom used to say that someone was always listening, no matter if you were alone. That's a bit creepy. But if I had to take that advice, now would be the best time. Tears fell from my opened eyes as his already tight grip on my ankles only tightened. I stared up at the ceiling, praying to anyone at this point. But that never worked. I looked down slightly, just enough to see his back as he forcefully dragged me into the living room where his friends were. Then, it started. Just like every other night. They took turns, beating me as I laid on the cold ground helplessly. This went on often enough for me to know that if I made a sound, things would only get worse. My mother stood in the doorway, silently watching all of this happen. I didn't blame her. She couldn't do anything or she'd suffer the same fate as me right now. A foot connected with my ribs and I shut my eyes as I felt the pain, not being able to take it anymore. I just laid there, staying completely still until they stopped to check if I was dead. They finally stopped after that and I listened as their footsteps left the house. I opened my eyes, the first thing coming into view was my mother's teary face. "Baby, I'm so sorry." She said, her voice breaking as she cried. "I'm okay." I replied, trying to reassure her even though I was too weak to even wipe away the tear that fell from my eye. "I'll get us out of here, I promise." She told me as she sat on the floor next to me, cradling my head and I shut my eyes. She said that every night for the past seven years. She'd never leave him. She cared about him more than she even cared about me. "I'm going out." I told her, sniffling before wincing as I sat up. She didn't say anything, she just nodded. I took my time in getting up, trying not to worsen the pain in my ribs right now. Walking outside, I took a deep breath as I was instantly engulfed by the cold air. I kept walking, not having a specific destination but wanting to be as far away from home right now as possible. My family moves a lot because my father didn't have to best reputation. He'd hit women in workplaces when they didn't do things his way or in his timing. The streets were empty tonight and the area was quiet as families stayed inside to spend time with each other. I ran a hand through my hair then tucked my hands into my pockets. I hated my life. I hated every single aspect about it. I had no one I could talk to about this, making this worse for me. I tried talking to a friend at my old school about it and she reported it, forcing my father to flee with us yet again. My cheek was cut up and bruised and I felt the throbbing in my ribs intensify. My eyebrows furrowed and eyes widened as I saw something running toward me at the speed of light and thought of the possibility that I could be mauled by this thing right now. As it got closer, I realized that this was a pit bull, and it was darker than even the shadows on the streets. I didn't run, knowing that most dogs only got more vicious when you ran. It ran toward me with its tail wagging in the back, jumped onto me full force and pushed me to the ground.Instead of sinking its teeth into my flesh, she cracked my face by its tongue. I smiled, letting out a small giggle as it licked my face. I sat up, realizing that it was a girl. "Where's your owner, Pretty Lady?" I asked softly as she stood over me, extremely excited as if she had known me for years before. I checked for a name tag but found none attached to the collar. After a while, I got back onto my feet, dusting off my clothing and looking around. There was no sign of anyone or anything, only confusing me more about where she came from. "Alright then. Come on, Girl." I said, walking in the direction she came from, and she followed closely, walking ahead of me willingly. This was a huge dog. Well, she was huge to me, as I was only five foot three. She was completely black with blue eyes and a "Happy Doggy Face". I was positive that she could've killed me if she wanted. But she seemed to be friendly. The cold breeze whipped against my cheek and as I looked across the street, I saw someone sitting on the hood of a shiny, black car across the street. They stared into an alley as they smoked, their shirt was basically none existent. That only gave me time to observe their heavily tatted skin and muscular back. They were very tall, even from this distance and I prayed that I could just walk by without interaction. But that went out the window after the dog barked, catching their attention. He looked over slowly, grey eyes landing on the dog before slowly drifting toward me. His eyes were still on me and I got the chills after seeing just how cold they were. His jaw was clenched and obviously sculpted by the Gods. His lips were a dark shade of pink and the tattoos on his neck framed his face. As introverted as I was, I wasn't a liar. This guy was probably the purest definition of "Hot". I smiled nervously and his face held no emotion, remaining in a blank state. "Jinx." He said suddenly, his deep voice travelling smoothly through the cold night, confusing me for a second. That was until the dog ran across the street toward him, going over to where he was a sitting at his feet. She was his. I didn't bother going over to him, honestly feeling too intimidated to move and if I even attempted to open my mouth right now, nothing would come out. Instead of going over there and having him overhear my buttcheeks clapping in fear, I gave him a kind smile and turned, walking back in the direction of my house. Guess I'm sleeping in the tool shed again.