Prologue
A clean slat of lightning flash on the sky, peels of thunder come after and the house’s balcony lit up showing his sharp fangs for a second.
My gaze travelled on his hairy chest and arms, chills traveled through my spine. I swallowed the lump in my throat and ask him, “Mr. Wolf, can you be my boyfriend?”
It took me a whole minute for my throat to pumped that out; even though my heart was beating loudly, my mind couldn't still take it.
My stomach did a flipped when a pair of perplexed amber eyes gazed at me, his face structured as if a question mark was going to sprout on top.
He might not have believed it, I mean— who would? Ask the most feared man in town that was thought only existed in the dark ages but became real, so the best thing to do was to asked him to be your boyfriend?
That’s too much imagination, it's so far from reality, but that’s my reality.
As a girl nearing her eighteenth birthday, on her last year in senior, I decided not to take what the cruel things this world had for me, I concluded that I deserved more than cruelty, I live in this world for so long I wanted to get my prize.
My reality includes things a normal high school girl would never experience. I learned life the hard way. I tasted raw eggs and flour in the morning, cried in one of the bathroom stalls while hoping the stain would be washed away together with my tears. Have my seat in the class doodled or taken away, or have my lunch in a janitor’s closet instead of the cafeteria, but if I’m going to choose the worst, that would be the blood stain on my uniform. I got that because my head was purposefully hit by a baseball bat one time in our PE class.
I didn’t go to the infirmary as I was instructed, instead, I went straight to the bathroom because if I let the nurse know about my b****y nose, she’d call my parents and my parents would find out what was happening at school, they would know that the whole class looked at me like some piece of rotten apple that should be thrown in trash– they bullied me and my parents would’ve sued the whole class.
But I’m not that cruel, even if that’s the right thing to do, there’s someone, I know, against the whole class, there’s someone out there who doesn’t look at me like a rotten apple.
