HAUNTED PRINCE - DENIS DANIEL (most interesting books to read TXT) 📗

from and every day the pain was getting worse. Emotional torture, a worse method a person can use on somebody and life was using that on me. The reason why! I didn’t know.

I didn’t know whether it was life or I or maybe it was someone mysterious determined to make my life miserable. Who was the person? And why he or she or they were doing these things to me! I had no answers for that or any other questions which would rise.

“Steve, hurry up.” A voice startled me out of my turmoil of unsolved puzzle of a life.

“Right up.” I replied, I knew it was Ashley because of the way she called, and also she was the only person who yells my name in the morning.

“You better be.” She said seriously from my door.

Fortunately, even though I was lost in thoughts I still automatically did my usual routine. And by the time she called I was almost ready, I just needed to put on shoes and take my back pack. After finishing I went downstairs where I found Ashley having breakfast, which meant I was almost out of time. Mom, was not there but I knew she went to her room to get ready for work.

“Morning.” Ashley greeted me. Concern on her face which was not her usual expression in the morning, “are you okay?” she asked,

“Morning, yah, I’m fine.” I replied off minded having my own breakfast.

“Your face doesn’t show it.” She stated a little irritated with my lie.

“Maybe I shouldn’t try to hide it anymore.” I pouted full of exhaustion.

“We need to go now.” She pulled me out of my chair with my backpack.

Thankfully I almost finished my breakfast by that time, so when she pulled me off the chair I just grabbed my last bite with me. She led the way straight to the car so that she could get the freedom of yelling the shit out of me. I got in and she sat there impatiently waiting for me to start the car. And soon after we left she started,

“So you are giving up, is that it?” she asked furiously, and she almost scared me with her reaction.

“Ash, it’s not like I want to. I don’t have the strength to keep struggling anymore. It’s been two years straight of tragedy without any break, one after another,” I pushed my thoughts back because I knew I was going to break if I kept going.

“But that doesn’t give you the right to give up. It hurts me to hear you say that. I know you’ve been hurting and suffer more than most people, but I’m begging you not to give up yet.” Her plead surprised me,

“Why? Huh! If there’s no point for doing so. Because for all I know my life will never change. I’ll never be with anyone, and not just girlfriends but also normal friends. I’m cursed Ash, I might as well accept it.” I blurted blatantly, not caring to say it anymore.

“Please don’t say that.” Surprisingly she was hurt and that made me take a step back, and decided to slow the car a little.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound rude; it’s just that I get sick of my life sometimes. And I won’t give up, you got the deal.” As soon as I said that her expression changed and pushed back the tears which were about to come out,

“Okay,” she cheered, which gained her a wide grin from me. She never failed to make me want to keep fighting, if that was what I was doing now, or I could say holding on until the day I find the truth. Which I didn’t even know where to start looking.

Once again she put me back on track, and I was ready to face the world with some confidence. Without any shame because I wasn’t guilty of all those things everyone was accusing me of. At least until the day I find evidence that I was actually doing those things, which I was hoping that day never come. Ashley had too much faith in me and finding out that I was actually the one doing those things, it would crash her and I didn’t want that.

By that time we were already at School parking lot. And today Ashley insisted that she wanted to walk with me to the entrance. I really didn’t want her to, but sometimes when she decided something I couldn’t change her mind. I was left with no choice because she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Weirdly when I got out of the car I looked for the Blondie because she didn’t come to me and she wasn’t waiting for me either. I wondered if it was possible that she didn’t come to school today, or could it be possible that she gave up on me already. I really couldn’t tell, but I didn’t keep thinking about her.

“My friends are here.” Ashley stated, “See you after school,” then she left right away heading to meet her friends.

“Okay,” I mumbled. I wasn’t even sure if she heard but she turned back and wave, to assure me that she heard.

Suddenly I felt alone and insecure. I headed to my locker to pick up some things, then headed to class. But as usual as my life was these days, I always had some misfortune everywhere following me close by. Bratton came with his gang, there was no talking today they just grabbed me to the boys’ locker and locked the doors behind them. And well, you know what happened after that. They beat me up pretty good, until I fell on the floor holding my stomach and spitting blood from my bloody mouth. Then they left me there and I blacked out for couple minutes, I think.

I woke up after some time, the pain was less painful so I got up and I could tell that I was feeling so much better. Which was suspicious but it didn’t matter at that time because I could still feel the sting of the beating. I had bruises on my cheeks and my left eye, and on my lower lip. I could taste blood in my mouth and that made me a little nauseated. I went to the rest room and washed my face to remove the blood and also took some in my mouth to wash the taste of blood. By that time my left eye was swollen and was hurting, but I ignored it.

Today was history first period, I didn’t have to worry too much. Because the teacher wasn’t that strict and he was friendlier than most teachers. I didn’t care, I went in with my bruises. But fortunately nobody cared about me anymore, so it didn’t make any difference if I was hurt or not. And that gave me the advantage. I didn’t have to conceal my bruises; and I was even happier that I wasn’t in the same year as Ashley because she would’ve gone bat crazy seeing me like this. She was a sophomore and I was a junior. Some of the students shot me some disgusted looks, but they never mattered anyway.

As usual the only chair left was the one next to Blondie. And this time couldn’t find my true expression about the situation. I didn’t know whether to be happy or to be angry, or to be irritated. But I felt something else when I saw how worried she looked. Which meant that she was worried about me, which was somewhat comforting. And strangely I was happy that she was worried about me. She was another person apart from Ashley and my mother who showed compassion towards me now.

“Wake up.” My mind shouted at me or whatever it is I started feeling inside of me lately.

“You know what will happen to her, right?” it asked but I didn’t respond because I can’t answer my own thought, that’s just creepy.

“What happened to you?” a voice startled me, I turned and met with these two serious pair of eyes, the blonde. She was furious and I could guess why, because she knew the person who did it to me.

“It’s nothing,” I replied quietly, because I didn’t want to get into more trouble with Bratton.

“Your eye is puffy like it’s going to explode and your mouth is bloody. You can’t tell me it’s nothing. That is definitely something. It was Bratton, isn’t it?” she was practically scolding me.

“Look, I don’t have to answer anything to you. This is my problem, and I’m going to fix it myself. I didn’t ask for your help.” I snapped and I yelled in a whisper, like some kind of angry whisper, that sort of thing.

“Okay sorry, I just get so angry when those jerks pick on innocent people.” She snarled under her breathe, still angry.

“How do you know I’m innocent?” I asked because no one called me that before, it was almost like a foreign word to me.

“Steven, I hear you are conducting your own class at the back. I would like for you to stop until my period is over, then you’ll continue.” The teacher interrupted and instantly my conversation with Blondie ended.

It didn’t take long until the period ended though, couple minutes later the bell rang. And the next period was chemistry. The teacher gave us lots of exercises and experiments to work on, so we didn’t really have time to catch up where we left off.

Third period was math and it was busy as much because calculus wasn’t helping my situation, I used lots of effort to keep up with Mr. Marcel. I don’t know if he was too fast or if it was me being a little fuzzy from the beating and all. Time flew by and finally it was lunch time. I took my usual table while waiting patiently with my lunch for the blonde girl, and today unlike other days she took a while to come, but she finally came. She sat on the opposite side, and she started staring at my face, but I just ignored her. And I asked her the question, for it was the reason I was waiting for her in the first place.

“Can you answer my question now?” I asked still a little irritated with her stare,

“How did you do that?” she asked pointing at my face, which left me confused,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 11;

 

 

“What do you mean?” I asked back, brows frowned,

“There is no a single scratch on your face! You are completely healed!” she was amazed and surprised and puzzled at the same time and so was I.

I touched my left eye and there was nothing and so was my lower lip. It was like I was never hurt, and my stomach was not hurting anymore or aching. It was completely okay; I was okay. I panicked; I jumped off the chair and rushed to the restroom to make sure that I wasn’t actually imagining things, and that I was completely healed within couple hours. But looking myself on the mirror made things worse because my face was completely clean. And that made my situation far from worse. ‘My god’ I murmured exhausted, not knowing what to do.

What was happening to me? I had no idea. My head felt like exploding. I