The seat was hard and the air was a chilly 65 degrees. Winter, didn't ya know? Terrible weather for a 13-year-old teenager to be gallivanting around in a day Glo blue bikini top and frayed jean daisy dukes. She just sat there, clutching her money in her hand.
This was her break. It was their fault. They'd killed her. It's been years now, but they day haunted her and her father. He'd become too in drawn, too silent, almost inhuman, like a piece of him had died with her.
**Tsuki.....love you.....** she shivered a little bit at Patric voice and leaned back against the back of the bench waiting for the bus.
**I can't Patty-Patch, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love them, I love you more than life; but I can't. Not anymore. Not now.** Her mind cried and she was desperately trying now to stifle her breath and the tears that wanted to fall.
She heard the horn go and she blinked the tears that had welled as she stood up picking up her duffel bag waiting for it to stop. Patric hadn't replied. Either she'd broken his trust, along with their bond, or he was biting his tongue -which he often did- to keep himself from getting here and dragging her back by a handful of her hair and all the love he had that she had. The same that would let him take her home.
The bus screeched to a halt and she nodded walking up and slipping her money in, looking at the driver a few seconds. He didn't seem to even care she'd gotten on. She could be like that, couldn't she? Not care that anyone was
there? Not let anyone ever hurt her again?
She slide into the fourth row and seats and huddle down, looking back out a second.
**I'll be back......I promise....once I get my feet**
The bus started to move and it drove past a large sign an circus playing in Salem City, run by people with interesting names. It was called Riventasmic. She studied the sign while it passed and leaned a temple again the glass. Riventasmic. Riven. She'd be Riven, no longer anyone else. no ties, no family, no cares. Just The Riven.
This was her break. It was their fault. They'd killed her. It's been years now, but they day haunted her and her father. He'd become too in drawn, too silent, almost inhuman, like a piece of him had died with her.
**Tsuki.....love you.....** she shivered a little bit at Patric voice and leaned back against the back of the bench waiting for the bus.
**I can't Patty-Patch, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love them, I love you more than life; but I can't. Not anymore. Not now.** Her mind cried and she was desperately trying now to stifle her breath and the tears that wanted to fall.
She heard the horn go and she blinked the tears that had welled as she stood up picking up her duffel bag waiting for it to stop. Patric hadn't replied. Either she'd broken his trust, along with their bond, or he was biting his tongue -which he often did- to keep himself from getting here and dragging her back by a handful of her hair and all the love he had that she had. The same that would let him take her home.
The bus screeched to a halt and she nodded walking up and slipping her money in, looking at the driver a few seconds. He didn't seem to even care she'd gotten on. She could be like that, couldn't she? Not care that anyone was
there? Not let anyone ever hurt her again?
She slide into the fourth row and seats and huddle down, looking back out a second.
**I'll be back......I promise....once I get my feet**
The bus started to move and it drove past a large sign an circus playing in Salem City, run by people with interesting names. It was called Riventasmic. She studied the sign while it passed and leaned a temple again the glass. Riventasmic. Riven. She'd be Riven, no longer anyone else. no ties, no family, no cares. Just The Riven.
