Anonymous povI could not understand him no matter how I tried. He was very impossible to read or play. As far as I know, he had never had his heart broken before. So, I could not fathom why the walls he had built for himself and the thick skin he had developed, all in a bid to protect himself from love. I only hope he does find love later, I believe that it would change him."At a point, I did not believe in love too. After what happened with you know who, I must have promised myself to avoid love at all costs" I said trying to give him my dose of motivational advice. He scoffs and says "what do you think you are doing, helping me? I do not need it, we have better things to discuss. Who is she by the way?" He asked"Oh, do not worry about that. I am sure you will meet her soon""Whoever it is, is a very lucky woman""And I, a lucky man" we both burst into laughter "I trust you on that. It is very bad to have traitors amongst us. Without such a traitor, we can only think of success

Willa's pov"I have told you and your girls, times without a number, do not call me Willow. My name is Willa and not Willow" I said trying to control myself"How dare you talk back at me? What are you? Who are you? Imagine this bastard, daughter of a nobody, ..." I had silenced her with a slap before she finished. This time, I put all the anger in me into it. She was going to learn to never speak to me in that manner again, never disrespectfully, ever again, this I would make sure of. I took her by the collar and pinned her to a wall, only then did I begin to land karate kicks to her tummy muttering the words, "next time you see me, pass the other way."I turned to her friends and said, "anyone has something to say?" No one said anything, all her friends moved back and watched her groaning in pain and could not do anything, "I thought as much. You all are chickens, anyone else ever talks shit to me or about me will get twice as much as what she git today" I said pointing to every on

Willa's povMy auntie Olivia continued to meet more often all thanks to my uncle. Thankfully, we have been able to keep this away from dad with all his claims of being meticulous, this was one thing he could not figure out. Uncle would pick me up and take me to her and would do the same when we were done, making sure I get back into the house safely without being noticed. I wonder why he did all of that for me, he is one of the nicest people I have met. I knew he was putting himself at great risk should anything happen to me or dad were to find out, he would sure as hell be losing his job and trust in his father. I guess both of us (myself and auntie Olivia) needed each other's company. She had confessed to me that for most of her life, she had been lonely. I told her she was lucky, that I for one has been lonely all my life"But, you have your dad," she said"Yes, I do and at the same time, I do not. He is always busy with one thing or the other and never seems to have time. I am n

Willa's povIt was difficult to fall asleep, thinking about what it was dad wanted to discuss with me. What could it be I wondered, a thousand thoughts crossed my mind, did he find out about my little escapade with uncle Arnold? If so, I had to come up with a very good excuseMaybe I should call uncle I thought, we could share ideas should in case dad asks me about it. Ah, it was too late to call someone, I should call him tomorrow.The night went by very fast for I could not believe that it was morning. I mean, it felt like I just slept for five minutes. I thought to call uncle Arnold but I decided against it. I was growing, I should learn to handle things by myself now and not depend on anyone else. I could use the school now, I thought. If had been going to school, I would have had the perfect excuse for this morning and braced myself up for whatever it is. "Let me just get on with it already," I said, rather too loud to myself. I had a cup of coffee and went downstairs to check o

Natasha's povPerhaps I was ready to be found. Not from an actual perspective. In a more embodiment sense. Otherworldly sense. Practically majestic.I needed to be found for what my identity was. I believed that somebody should see through the exterior I give everybody. To perceive how I am feeling and thinking. I could be all grins, giggles, and my active, well-disposed, spirited self.Yet, lift that cloth sheet off. You know the one. The one with eyelet trim on the edges. White, however a little ivory in certain spots from staining from the sun.Lift that off, and you will see the wrecked miserable young lady I am. Making a good attempt to grin, be kinder, and cause individuals to giggle so they do not feel how I feel. If I can fill somebody's heart with joy somewhat more brilliantly, that is superior to how I feel.I did not wish for all the injuries. I never needed the tragedies that cut sincerely. However, they occurred. What's more, they transformed me personally. You could neve