Her Secret Desires

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This chapter may be trigger sensitive and will portray the characters' emotional prospective dealing with death. Eventually leading to the characters development. Please be advised.

A WEEK AFTER THE FUNERAL

My desk had markings on it. Someone had written w***e on my desk again. I really didn’t care, it was just words. Brittany and her hyenas had up their game right after the funeral. Like I didn’t have enough on my plate.

The b**h thought that since my lawyer parents weren’t here anymore that I would be easy prey. But she had a rude awakening. I never needed back up... But I did have it though and they were very very protective.

It was fourth period and Mr. Pitsch was informing the class about our coming assignment. His class was one of my favorites. I loved Literature, just not these days. I had to force myself to come to school.

Mr. Anderson, the twin’s dad, insisted, so that my grades didn’t drop. He didn’t want me to lose my chances of getting

into my dream school Paterson University.

The bell rung, signaling the end of fourth period. As I walked to my locker, I noticed a large crowd in the direction of my locker. A couple of guys ran past me. “It's West Paterson and Steve Magoff fighting!”

I ran toward the large crowd.

Silas was standing in front of West. He had

one hand on his chest holding him in place. His face expressionless yet his eyes were full of fury as he stared across the hall. West’s lip was busted, he was laughing like a mad man, leaning against my

locker.

That's when I saw it. Behind him was my locker with red words on it that read ‘Dairy queen slut’. I turned to the other side and and saw Kil with his hands wrapped around the collar of a very beaten up hockey captain, Steve Magoff.

His face was black and blueish purple

with one eye that could barely open and his other staring at Kil. Steve’s hockey buddies were standing a few feet away looking

terrified.

You could tell they wanted to help their hockey captain but knew too better than to get involved. Kil came closer to him, whispering into his ear. Steve’s face turned sheet white. He threw Magoff against the lockersc. Wasting no time he scurried off.

West started getting into a lot of fights. and became distant with us. It hurted but I had to understood. I knew he didn’t want to lash out on us. It seemed like his anger was consuming him with no healthy

outlet.

Too bad for his a** there was no gettin away, he was stuck with us. I needed him as much as he needed us. So we just stayed

close until he was ready to talk.

It was late in the night. I stayed over at West’s house again. Mrs. Paterson, West's mom was my mother's bestfriend. She had insisted I stay with them. Even trying to convince me to move in, but unfortunately I was now qualified as an orphan by the state of California so I was placed in the system being seventeen and all.

My birthday wasn’t for another six months. Then I’d be able to be free to live on my own and my inheritance from my parents would be accessible. My brother was still in school so he wasn’t a potential guardian for me… It was rough. But I knew I had to survive. I had hope.

Mr. Anderson, the twin’s dad, was attempting to become my guardian. He had a lot of pull, he knew a lot of really high important people. I was so grateful. I just had to wait a month for my court hearing and if all went well I would be in one of Mr. Anderson recently renovated apartments by the end of the month.

In the meantime, I had to stay with an old bakery owner Ms. Olga, my new house mother. She’s a tough cookie and is not afraid to speak her mind. I found myself enjoying her company.

Unfortunately, staying away from the bakery was a priority at the moment. Roman

her grandson was a creep that couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He was also very dangerous.

I’m pretty sure that the whole family was a part of the Russian mafia and being a house mom was a cover. I wasn’t going to dive further into that. I learned that, it was

better not to ask what you didn’t want to know.

I stayed at the guy's house most of the time. West needed me right now, so here I was, laying in his guest bedroom. Looking at the

ceiling, at one in the morning trying to understand how my life had changed so much.

If only I was able to go back on time and… What was that noise? I stopped my pity party searching for a far-off noise. I heard

soft sniffling. I got up, following the sound.

It led me to West’s room door. I opened it and the scene in front of me broke my heart. There laying on the bed was West large form, trying his hardest to hold back his tears. Covering his eyes with his arm.

His chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. He was hyperventilating!! No! No! WEST!