Chapter 6

"Come on it'll be fun!" Melanie drew out the last two words. Shuffling closer towards Michael on the bench. Her lips puckered up into a pout.

"No we could get in trouble."

He knew his father very much and knew he would get punished.

"Come on please." She pleaded giving him puppy eyes the ones he couldn't resist.

"Melanie no!" He covered his eyes.

"Please please!" She sang in his ears. She battered her lashes at him flirtatiously.

Michael stared down at the beauty clinging towards him. The woman that was going to be the death of him.

"You know what father is capable of Melanie." He tried to interject.

"So let's sneak out." She convinced, playing with the a strand of her albourn hair

"Melanie." Michael lifted her chin. He stared deep within her hazel orbs. She stared back at him with her puppy eyes. How could he resist such an angel?

"Poo bear." She giggled planting a small peck on the bridge of his nose.

"Anything for you my love."

••••

Michael sat up from his bed drenched in sweat. He haven't had a nightmare in a while now. It all was starting back up. He knew that one day darkness would consume him. He feared this. He wanted to be normal.

"Anything for you my love."

"I love you Melanie."

All this flashed in his line of vision. Tears brimmed in his eyes. Soon taunting images of what he did to Candy flashed into his vision. Realization hit him. He murdered a innocent soul. He didn't deserve to live.

What did he do to deserve a life like this?

Why did his grandfather make him this way?

Why did he have to do this to him?

Why did he make him a murder?

Guilt was consuming him. He sat up rubbing his hand over his face. Looking at the object he now knows is a clock right next to his bed, he noticed it read 5:00.

His mom replaced the one he broke with it.

He couldn't sleep instead he putted on a sweat pants and a jacket. He would go for a run to clear his mind not that it would help that much.

He left the house carefully, not wanting to wake his mom. She had a sensitive hearing.

As he ran images flashed in his line of vision. The more they appeared the faster he went. He was angry and this was a great way to relieve stress.

He inhaled the sweet aroma of the wild flowers. Soon he bumped into Zamora. She fell backwards. She closed her eyes waiting for pain to come only to be held from falling.

Two muscular arms held her up. She looked up at her saviour. Her cheeks turned red as she stare at him.

For the millionth time the air froze in her lungs as she stared at the inhuman beauty standing in front of her. His sea weed green eyes had captivated her. He was addicting she admitted.

She cleared her throat and he let go of her waist.

"Would you watch where you are going." He growled at her.

She was shocked she didn't expect him to act this way. Why was she shocked anyways everyone hated her, she shouldn't be surprise that he does as well.

"You were the one that bumped into me." She folded her arms across her chest.

"I did not." He glared at her through his sea weed green eyes.

"Yes u did!" She was becoming annoyed.

"Just watch where you going next time kid." He threw daggers at her.

She gaped. "Kid?"

"You heard me."

"Am not a kid." She squeaked.

"I don't have time for you kid."

"How dear you call me a kid?"

She wiggled her index finger at him.

"You are a kid." He crossed his arm over his broad chest. He was somehow enjoying the little show. Her reaction always fascinated him.

"Call me a kid one more time!"

Her ears became red and she was annoyed

"Kid." He furrowed a neatly sculptured eyebrow at her.

She was jealous. This boy was made of perfection. God those eyes.

She shook away the taught and stared back at him, annoyance imprinted all over her face.

"You've done it." She punched his chest. He didn't budge or wince. She did and he smiled.

She reminded him of someone. Someone of importance to him. Someone he loved dearly.

He watched as she analysed her hand. Checking if it was broken or it was bruised. She was so beautiful in his line of vision. The thing is he couldn't see right through her the way he did with Candy. There was something about the girl standing in front of him. Something special, unique.

She glared at him. "Screw you." Then she left.

He was left alone in his thoughts. By the time he arrived home the sun had risen into the sky. The chirping of birds brought warmth and peace to him.

The moment he entered the house. He was greeted by his mother. She tapped her feet impatiently, with the morning paper in her grasp. Relief washed over her the moment he entered the house.

"Thank God." She released a breath she was holding.

He perked a brow at her. "What's going on."

She handed him the paper he was confused. He scanned through the paper. Realization hit him. The damage he caused.

"Do you know anything about it."

"Michael." She continued a slight bit of disappointment in her voice.

Michael didn't want to disappoint her. He didn't want her to find out his dark side tripped in. He wants to keep it that way.

"Geese mom no."

"Thank God." She let out another breath she was holding.

"Mom you know me better than that."

She gave him a wide smile. "Michael I just want the best for you. There are things that you don't know. Things that I have kept from you."

He didn't answer he remained quiet.

She continued. "Everything I did in the past was for your good. I was not there for you."

"Mom what are you talking about?"

"I don't know how to say this." She shook her head tears brimming in her green eyes.

"What are you talking about." He was puzzled.

"I don't wanna hurt you more than I have." She tried comforting him but he pulled away.

This pained her so deeply.

"Just know that I love you."

"Don't say that!" He said through gritted teeth. "You know nothing about love."

Pain was written all over her face. "Michael."

"You were never there for me. Not even once. And now you tell me crap about things I don't know."

He stormed up the stairs. No matter how many times she called after him he ignored her. He slammed his room door shut.

He lets out all his anger thrashing everything in his room. He cried all over again. He cried and cried.

He hated himself. He deserved to die. He was a monster.