"Hey!" I heard a deep voice yell from behind me with determination. "You can't take that!"
I spun around on my heels so fast, I almost fell over. Standing right before me, was my boyfriend, Mike. He does a pretty good job of being a partner as far as standards go. I get roses, chocolate, and movie nights.
"Hi!" I said, a tiny giggle escaping my mouth. "Fancy meeting you here."
My giggle was either fake, or out of nervousness, I can't remember. Obviously you don't just break into your boyfriend's house, try to steal something, get caught, and then laugh about it! I know I had issues, but they couldn't have been that bad, right?
"What's that in your hand?" Mike stepped forward, making eye contact.
He's savoring the moment. I didn't let people touch me. I'd say I wasn't a fan of it, but that wouldn't be the whole truth. I'm terrified of body contact with others. I would run screaming, screaming bloody murder if someone lays a finger on me. Not even my parents touch me. What if they aren't actually my parents, but disguised as them, instead. They could try to hurt me.
I've just had some bad experiences in the past. There are people out there who want to hurt me. People who would give up anything to be in the position I was in.
Suddenly, his hand grazed my arm, lingering only for a few seconds. When I didn't jump away,
Mike's hand slid lower and lower. When it got near my waist I started to panic. Carefully, he went lower and lower. I was about to protest, but Mike grabbed my hand with stunning reflexes, and pulled out a mini trophy. It was from his first grade basketball tournament.
He looked at me, ashamed. "Why would my most prized possession be in your hand?"
I giggled... again. I really couldn't control myself, could I?
"Stay here," Mike sighed, letting go of my hand and the trophy. "I'll be right back."
As he closed the door to his room, I knew I had to get out of his house, and quickly.
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FantasyA prophecy was made. The one it was made about would be given fame, glory, and immense powers. Many people would try to gain the gift, but none prevailed. That is, until Kiera ends middle school, when things start to get more... dangerous.
