Chapter 3 -My name is Hellfire

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Kestrel's POV

"Why does it matter?" I ask. Violet rolls her eyes.

"I'd like to know who's living here," She replies, "Besides... I'm going to be hanging around here a lot. We'll be seeing each other quite often." I glance up at her, then go back to cleaning.

"Kestrel"

"Why'd you move here?"

"Parents didn't want us around the rest of the family. Didn't want to ruin their little... Picture perfect image." Violet pauses for a second. Perhaps shocked at how casual I said it.

Tossing the cloth aside I gently place Roslyn back in her spot. "Here are the rules I would like you to follow if you're going to be around a lot." I state and I get my first real look at Violet. Pausing, shocked, I stare at her. She's really pretty. Not beautiful, but pretty. Suddenly the door opens and Valentine walks in.

"You left the water..." she trails off after noticing Violet... that's a pretty name... "Hi...?" Val trails off again. I see something click in her and she's back on track.

"Bruh not cool. You should tell me when people are here. I could have been naked or something!" She pauses, probably for dramatic effect, she can be such a drama queen sometimes.

Then she locks eyes with me "You left the water boiling in the kitchen, Not my mess not my problem" She tells me then dramatically points her finger at me. She smiles at Violet. "I'm watching you," Val finalizes as she leaves the room. We stare at the door for a few seconds then I remember what I saying before we were rudely interrupted.

"Rule number one: Don't touch Roslyn. Rule number two: Stay out of my room. Rule number three: Do. Not. Touch. Roslyn. Rule one and three should be easy to follow as long as you can follow rule two."

"Why does that thing matter so much?" She asks.

"Reasons. Now. I'm hungry, and, because of you, I have to restart my water. So please leave." I walk back down to the kitchen and stop when I hear Valentine talking to a boy in what appears to be her new band room.

Valentine's POV

"Valentine, uh reigns here." I hear someone say from the door behind me. I turn to see Kes standing in the door with a very awkward Reign slouched behind her.

Reign is the singer in my band, I wouldn't call reign exactly attractive but his cheek bone and jawline could melt a women, but he's got a strange hook nose from where I hit him with a baseball bat when we were kids. We thought it was a good idea to make our own baseball team. His personality is what makes him really attractive. I look back to Tate, and smile.

"Tate I'd like you too meet reign, reign meet Tate. He's the singer of my band. I kinda just lost track of time sorry." I shift uncomfortably on my heels.

"I'm sorry Tate, but you'll probably have to leave now, we...uh" I gesture to reign and I. "Have to practice... And set up I guess, but I'll see you around, right?" He locks eyes with me and squirms a little then smiles.

"Yeah sure." He whispers as he pushes past me and into the hall, he stares a little at the doorway and looks perplexed. Then he turns the corner and he's gone. That felt really awkward.

I avoid eye contact with the boy in the room and stair at the floor guiltily. He knows I've been avoiding him, he knows something is up… I feel bad for pushing him away but I don't really have the energy to deal with friends right now. Kestrel had to schedule this for me… I didn't want this. I keep eye contact with the floor and suddenly I feel large arms around my waist.

"Are you okay? You look sad. Have you been eating? You Look a little thin..." He continues to fuss over me like a mother does to her child. He does this mother thing quite often, me and our friend call it his chronic mama syndrome... Sadly incurable.

Suddenly his grip tightens "I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH, I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN YEARS." Then he lifts me up and spins me around.

This is his way of cheering me up, I know I should be happy that he is being a good friend but I can't bring it in me to be happy all I really want is for him to stop touching me.

I hear a knock on the door and rush to it in hopes of more band members.

I'm rewarded for my efforts when the door opens and they are all standing there, huddled together and smoking cigarettes. Angel with a bag of Chinese food.

I pull them inside and drag them to the beautifully decorated band headquarters and pull open a window. The air in here is suffocating.

The dark cold air seeps through and brings the flush out of my cheeks. I am reminded of the times we have done this before, and I remember the nights spent dazed camped out in lawn chairs devouring already cold noodles. The thought makes me want to cry. My heartaches and I wonder if I'll ever feel that love around them again. Feel happy in their presence not exhausted. Things used to be so much easier.

We set up. Eat. And then we play. The cold dark winds inside my soul flow out in my music, tells the whole world of my hardship and my past and write the story of me on my bones.

I wait for the warmth to overtake me, the one that always steals me away when I play my cello, but sadly the cold doesn't fade.

I feel nothing.

Just drab empty ache inside me. I allow myself to be taken back to what happened to me. What did this, and I can't stop a tear that rolls down my face. I want to wipe it but my hands are full, so I let it fall.

My mind wanders back into place because my lack of focus messes up my notes. The band goes back sounding correct and I smile at reign. He stan- my musing is interrupted by a angry yelling. My heart stops. Completely stops. I drop my abused bow and stare openly at reign, my mouth agape.

"VALERIE MORGAN JOHNSON! GET YOUR ASS HERE. NOW." The yelling screams from downstairs

There's no doubt in my mind who it is now. There's only one bitch who calls me by that name. I reach for reign and pull him with me out of the room and give him a tug telling him without words to follow me, then let go.

I saunter down the stairs, if I hadn't been so scared I would have probably made a joke about the funeral march needing to be played in the background.

Each step feels like a weight being tied to my legs as I'm about to be dropped into the sea.

I reach the bottom too quickly for my liking and turn the corner. I stare into the cold and calculating eyes of the monster masquerading as a women.

Her eyes are green, like kestrels but they hold no love, no kindness.

Then, it happens. I see, the white hair out of the corner of my eye. The bile in my stomach starts to churn and I feel the urge to vomit.

My eyes immediately drawl to him but my mind screams that I do not want to see so I drill my eyes shut like vault doors. I wish to turn my head and check to make sure I am not imagining it.

Make sure I'm not imagining him. I can't will myself to keep my eyes closed but at the same time and I can't push myself into believing I could keep them closed forever. I open my eyes when the darkness behind them leaves me feeling vulnerable.

He is the first thing I see and somehow he looks exactly the same but still so extremely different. He reminds me of how the human mind distorts a creation's face in your memory to match your perspective. How when I remember him I imagine a monster because too hard to draw him in my mind as what he actually is. He is just a man. His eyes are green like leaves in the jungle. They feel nothing and they study everything for reactions. And right now his eyes have only one focus. Me. His gaze pulls my conscience into a league of insecurity and I wonder how Has he found me? How could this witch bring the enemy into my hideout.

I don't look. I keep staring her in the eyes. Don't look. I beg myself. Don't look. Please. Don't give him that satisfaction of you looking at him.

I can't hold myself back. Green eyes reflect mine as I see him. He looks me in the eyes and licks his lips.

Like wolf staring at it's prey.

I feel my knees go weak but reigns hand on my shoulder holds me steady, stills my ever shaking mind and I ignore the thoughts that run rampant in my head as I see him.

My whole entire body is screaming run. My mind is telling me and escape route in the area.

"He-hello" I say them but the words feel heavy and drip like blood from a voice that I don't recognize as my own. I try to keep the quiver of fear out but my throat deceives me.

"Hello. Valerie." He mocks, a cruel smile playing out onto his face. I smile an uncomfortable smile back at him.

I switch my attention over to my mother.

"Wh-why are y-you here?" My voice shakes as I feel his eyes on me. I can't keep my enteral scream out of my voice, it seeps through in drops and creates a lake of fear with a direct path through my voice on its way from my brain to my toes in hopes it can destroy as much of me as it can before he does.

She motions downward towards the small animal cage in her hands. A small black cat screeches inside. I hadn't even noticed.

She expects me to move forward and get the cage but I stay in place, I nod at her to show her my acceptance, I'd tell her but I fear that if I open my mouth it would work without my consent and scream. She sets the cage on the floor and backs away, it's only now that I see the cat scratches covering her arm, they mirror the scratches on his pale white skin.

And as hard as I try to push him from my mind for fear of insanity he will always be here. Mouth filled with poison, hands dripping blood, and eyes charismatic gates to hell. No escape. Everything blurs.

Then just as it had been too infocus a few seconds earlier now there was no focus. No anything. Just black.

When I wake up there is more black, angry, focused, and familiar. Blonde. Pale. Cold. Curls. Dimples. Black eyes.

Tate.

Headache.

I close my eyes tight against the light that cuts through my calm. When I open my eyes again Tate is gone and I'm alone in my room. I look around for intruders but find no one. I must have imagined him… I pull the blanket tightly around me until it rests over my head and I'm hidden from the world.

I feel so tiny now. So small, like I've lost the bit of myself I've managed to find in the past couple weeks. I take a deep breath in and concentrate on what I'm gonna do now. I sit up and let the blanket fall off me. I rise out of bed and walk downstairs.

The air brushed against me as I walk into the bathroom and strip myself of my clothes. I leave my emotionless mask on the floor by the door. I let all of my false emotions behind me as I sink to the floor in the tub and my true feelings fall out through tears, they mix with the running water and leave down the drain. When the waters long turned frozen and I'm shivering I will myself out of the tub. I put the false emotionless mask back on and go back to the real world.

So yeah, hi. It's been a long time. I'm very sorry. Not Really. No one even reads this crap anyway.