Page 3 of The Threads Of Fate
“Who are you?” He smiles at my question. His brown eyes stare right into mine. The rain is dripping down his black curls, making them stick to his skin, and the black lines of his eyeliner under his eyes are smearing out, but he just lets it happen. He is wearing a long back coat, and I can slightly see the lines of his neck tattoos sticking out of the collar.He seems ethereal.
“Corvin. Do you wish to share your name with me? Unless you’d prefer me to pick one out for you myself,Vespera.” The way he said ‘Vespera’ gives me odd feelings I’ve never felt before, and I’m not sure what to do with that.
I turn back around and close my eyes again. Focus, this is just a distraction that will not last long, just like the rain will stop pouring at some point.As all things have an end.
“Madelyn,” I tell him, after a few minutes of silence. He doesn’t say anything more but walks closer to stand beside me. Curious, I slightly open my eyes to look at him, to see why he’s still here,next to me.
He closes his eyes and looks up at the sky like I was doing mere seconds ago. I know he can’t see me stare, yet I smile at the sight of it, and go back to do the same thing.
We stand like this for a while before my phone goes off, I grab it, slightly hoping the rain might damage it, only so I won’t get bothered anymore. I sigh the moment I see it’s my dad who’s trying to call me, and press the decline button. Only a couple of seconds after that, it just goes off again. This man sure knows how to ruin my peace.
“I think maybe you should pick that up, it could be important.” I look back at Corvin, his eyeliner looks half-washed away now, he seems more real, feral, but somehow it also makes him look better than before. He has one eyebrow raised at me, waiting for my answer.
“It’s my dad, it’s probably just to complain,” I tell him while pocketing my phone. I’m not sure why I mentioned the last part,I mean, I don’t know him, and who tells a stranger so soon something that personal? I don’t, well, I usually never do.
He laughs and suddenly moves his hand towards my face. The movement makes me flinch away from him; the reaction seemed to have annoyed him, he clenches his jaw, and his lips are held shut in a tight line.
“I won’t hurt you, and believe me when I tell you, that’s something I don’t tell everyone.” The way he said that, I don’t think I should, but somehow I believe him. I don’t answer him, but don’t move away either when he moves again and brings his hand to my cheek, brushing the wet skin. He takes a piece of my hair that’s sticking on my cheek and places it back behind my ear.
It feels weird, but it also feels so intimate. I kind of like it, and that worries me. I need to get out of here.
“I-I have to go.” I move away from him and start to run away, not looking back. I can hear him yell something, but I’m too far from him to fully hear what he said, yet I keep running. If it’s meant to be, he’ll be back.
???
“Where have you been? You are almosttwo hourslate!” I sigh, I knew the moment I opened that damn door my father was going to be all up in my face. Maybe next time I should just use the window.
“I walked home from school and got sidetracked.” He takes a step forward, but my stepmother grabs his arm before he has a chance to do what he had planned to do.
“I remember a time when I would go out with friends after school, and forgot to tell my parents about it. It might be good for her to have friends, James. Just don’t forget to letus know next time, okay, Maddy?” She locks her arm with my dad’s. Everything she does annoys me, especially that stupid nickname, and I can’t stop staring at her ridiculous, long, pink fake nails. I’m pretty sure she could murder someone with those, or at least poke an eyeball out.
“Oh, please, look at her, as if she would actually have any friends,” my father retorts while scowling at my stepmother.
Lina–my stepmother–starts to laugh. “Oh, well, maybe she could have more if she didn't look like that.” That does it – my blood is boiling and all I want to do right now is stab her eyeballs out with her dumb fucking nails.
“At least I don’t look like a dollar store whore,” I retort. Lina and my father both stare open-mouthed at me. I don’t think I’ve ever really expressed myself like that before, and I’m sure there’s going to be hell to pay,but fuck, that felt so good.
My father's face turns red, and in less than a second, he suddenly has me by the collar up against the wall. His face is too close for my liking. I can hear Lina crying from afar. If that’s all it takes to make her cry, I should speak my mind more often.
“You think you can disrespect your mother like that?” He spits out every word, and I try not to gag from the feeling of his spit on my skin.
“I didn’t, my mother died because of you.” I grit out. His eyes widen, and there’s a nasty vein popping up on his neck. I wonder what it would be like if I were to sever it. Would he choke on his blood? Would he feel a burning pain? Maybe he would just bleed out slowly, turning cold. I’d be the last thing he sees. I’d like that.
Come, my sweet, don’t try to fight,
My arms will hold you tight.
Thread by thread, your path is sewn,
Each stitch a secret you’ve not known.
“W-what are you doing?” As fast as before, he releases me again, looking worried, maybe a bit scared too.
I frown at him, slightly moving my head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“That song, why are you singing that creepy song?” Huh? I wasn’t singing anything. Was I?
“What the fuck are you talking abou–?”
