I was screwed from everywhere you looked at it. I was in the Middle of Nowhere, US; under age and running from the authorities. I was somewhere in the country side, where everything was farms and fields. I was screwed enough then, but now the Police caught me, put me into a cell for 72 hours, plus I have nowhere to go after they let me out, so my guess was that I would be three to four days before I was released, not to mention that they would watch me for a week, and then I would be able to escape yet again.
I think it was the haircut that saved me, but thank god they had no idea who I am, since I refused to say my name, and I have no documents on me, or none that they could find. I was screwed, there was no better word for it.
It was cool to be in jail, it really was. It was on one of mine 'to do' lists, but three days were a little too much, even for my sense of humor.
I heard the sound of footsteps and of keys being jingled. I sighed, it was pure torture to see somebody being released, I wanted to scream each time they were letting somebody go. I shook my head when the sound stopped. There were three seconds of pure agonizing silence, where I couldn't feel anything.
"GET UP!" – A yell came right from the door of my cell and I jumped, nearly hitting my head in the bed over mine.
"What the fuck!???" - I yelled in return, getting up from the bed.
"You are bein' lucky, miss. It's your turn to go; the officers have found you a job."
"A job?" - I exclaimed mortified, horrified. "Oh, no, I prefer to stay here."– I was being serious, I had no intention of working, there was no way on earth I could do such a thing. "I'm going to break a fingernail!" – I exclaimed sarcastically. Maybe I would be put in the jail again for assaulting an officer?
"Told you Ginny, you shouldn't do this, this girl causes only problems." The officer said to somebody.
"It comes from my mother's line." – I said, smirking.
"So you are finally goin' to tell us your name?" Sheriff Ben Lassiter asked in the typical country accent.
"No way, but if I hit you, will it force you to throw me out and let me go?" – The already old sheriff made a face, shook his head, but opened the door never the less. He looked at somebody I couldn't see, probably Ginny as he spoke.
"She's your responsibility now, but I still don't like it." – The girl, or woman, or whoever she was didn't answer but in the next 15 minutes I was released, with my luggage on my back. She just pointed at a truck, and I got into it obediently. After all, I might as well get comfortable before I run away again.
"We are here." – She said giving me a warm smile. I had closed my eyes, my iPod on max. I looked around, removing my headphones. It was yet again fields with a big ranch. Didn't people get tired of all this similarity, everything was so identical. The moment I walked out, I realized that it was right after sunrise, and a second after that I saw that we weren't alone. There were two enormous men, and I mean it. I had always been tall, and with my habit of wearing heels I was even taller, but they both loomed over me. I wasn't intimidated, men were the last thing that could scare me, but there was something dangerous about them, something that made me jumpy. That wasn't scared, right, it only put me on high alert. I looked at them from head to toe, watching their expensive clothes. I arched a brow then dismissed them entirely by looking around. I heard the sound of horses, after all this was a farm, even if the farmers didn't look like farmers at all.
"Those two are Rafael and Zacarias, I'm Ginny and Colby should be around." I barely heard her, not paying attention, but the first name rang in my mind, reminding me of someone, could it really be him? I shook my head deciding that either way I was going to be me.
"No offence, but why am I here?" They exchanged glances.
"Our understanding was that you have a few months until you reach the age of 18, we offered the police that you may live here, and we could use you for work." I made a face, I was doomed, I was even more screwed.
"And you are letting me in your home from the goodness of your hearts?" I asked sarcastically. There was no way in world someone would do that, they had to have a profit from all this.
"Yes." One of the men said, and his gaze seemed to pierce my very soul. HE was so sure, there was no disrespecting that voice, nor that man in general. I felt the hair rise on my neck, as the wind touched my skin, bringing coldness and fear. I looked around high in alert, feeling the ground with my mind, rather than with my eyes. The surge of power wasn't coming from me, but all the ties were pointing at that same man.
"Well, I'm not fucking stupid, I feel you, no man on earth would do what you did, specially not some rich idiots, no offence. " Ah, maybe that was my way of telling them that I knew that they were no men at all.
"Watch your words, in this house you would not speak like that to me." His voice was low and memorizing, just as I found myself smiling. I was going to ignore the fact that we weren't in the house, but out side, under the dark sky, but my grin didn't have anything to do with that fact.
"Well, dude, I don't wanna be here, and if pissing you off is going to force you to kick me out of here, than I'm going to piss you off as frequently as I can." My smile was genuine and extremely happy, not forced at all. He took a meaningful step toward me, reaching with his hand and removing my sunglasses. I caught his arm, my smile turning into a grimace. "Ain't happening, dude." I muttered, as I turned his wrist, in an angle meant to break more than a few bones. I did hear the crack, but it was too small, to be painful enough. He didn't wince or flinch or react in any way, except with power. He seemed to breathe with it, while I suffocated. The other man stepped closer, putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him back. He murmured something in his ear and the surge of power died away. "You may as well learn control." I muttered just as the other man glared at me. "Rafael, right?" He nodded "Stop glaring at me, he deserved it. When I don't want to be touched, I don't want to be touched." I saw, Zacarias relocate his wrist, without flinching and I smiled. I could feel his anger like a living thing in the air.
"So, are you good with horses?" Ginny asked.
"I'm good with animals in general, they seem to understand my primal instincts." It was half a joke.
"You must excuse my brother, why don't you make yourself at home, Ginny will show you your room."
"Make myself at home, you say?" He nodded and I smiled, a truly warm and good smile. "Do you by any chance, work with the Police, or have strong ties with authority figures?" I asked. He arched a brow but shook his head. My mood lightened.
"If you need any kind of help, I can manage to speak with them."
"No, that is not necessary. Will the sheriff or any other kind of police come by to monitor me?"
"No, that job is only ours."
"And why didn't the Police call my parents?"
"They don't know who you are."
"But they never checked for me in the data base?"
"I thought it wasn't necessary, you father is coming over here tomorrow anyway."
"You are bluffing." But the blood was already draining from my face.
"I know who he is, but he is not coming tomorrow." He stated and I went still. "Welcome to my home, Celene Marie Cartel." I swallowed hard.
"Rafael De La Cruz, it is so not nice meeting you." I said, anger flaring in my veins.
"I'm glad to see that you finally stopped flavoring leather." I couldn't help but grin. I've known this man since childhood, and even then leather had been my best friend. I raised my shirt enough to show him the leather corset under it. Of all things, he laughed.
"Promise me you are not going to tell him" His laughter died, if he didn't give me that promise I would be gone the moment they all went to sleep.
"I know who he is, I won't" he was one of those men whose word meant something and I believed him. I bowed from the neck, grateful. I paid a glance at his brother's direction, maybe I should have apologized, but my pride was too big.
"So, horses you say?" I turned to look at the one named Ginny. At first she was too stunned to speak, and then she just pointed with her thumb behind her shoulder. I nodded, dropping by backpack on the ground. I removed my shades, giving them to Zacarias, whose eyes locked on mine immediately. I removed my top, revealing the beautiful corset, and then stripped my baggy trousers. Under them I was wearing pants, not leather mind me, but they were black, and fit perfectly. I snatched my glasses from him and walked past them, leaving everything on the ground. When I was a few meters away, I broke into a run, running into the night, where I belonged.
"I'm jealous" Stated Ginny and the two brothers raised an eyebrow in perfect synchrony.
"What is to be jealous about?" Zacarias asked, looking after the girl that had seemed to disappear in the shadows of the night.
"Look at the way she walks, those heels are more than three inches high. I wish I could learn to do that." Rafael blinked, it did seem amazing that the girl could walk in the dusty soul so easily, but Selene has always managed to do things others couldn't.
"Maybe she could teach you." Offered Rafael to ease his lifemate's sister.
"I'm afraid that things like that could never be learned, it's not like school, hers is perfectly natural talent and whatever I do it would never be like her."
"She had worn high heels for a long time, since I remember her, actually, but I really do not understand the need to walk on such things. It's traumatizing, not to mention that her spine could be damaged."
"Her spine is perfect." Muttered Zacaias ,surprising them. "What has happened to her, her back is only scars?"
"If you want to know, ask her."
I ran, and ran, and ran until anything but the wind blowing at my face disappeared ….