It Started With A High Kick

2. No Harm Done

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||EMILY VENSON||

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I pulled my leg back as I watched the i***t stumble back and fall on to the bunch of box lying around.

"EMILY VENSON!" I heard my Aunt's shrill voice.

Uh oh.

I quickly stuffed all my underwear into the suitcase and stood up. I turned to her, pursing my lips as I waited for the scolding.

"Oh my god, dear!" Mr. Stone came forward. I thought he was going to start yelling at me too. But to my surprise, he took my hand and shook it, laughing.

"Well done! I am officially your biggest fan!" He grinned.

All of us gave him weird looks, the guy I kicked - Brandon I think - scowling at his father.

I just blinked at him while he happily congratulated me, while Aunt Billie and Mrs. Stone helped the guy up.

"Are you okay, son?" Mrs. Stone asked.

He nodded, his eyes on me.

"I am so sorry on her behalf, Mr. Stone." My aunt said.

"It's fine! He deserved it!" Mr. Stone said, still holding my hand between his. I liked this man already.

I turned to Brandon. He was glaring at me, his head tilted. He was waiting for an apology.

"Emily, what were you thinking?" Aunt Billie scowled.

'Tell him I am sorry. It was reflex.' I signed to her.

She sighed.

"Mr. Stone, she says she's sorry. It was just reflex. " Aunt Billie relied.

He looked at me confused.

"She can't speak." Mrs. Stone whispered to him low enough for only him to hear. But I had sensitive ears and nose, so I heard.

"Oh." He said. "It's fine. No harm done."

Ugh. Here comes sympathy.

"Only good has been done." Mr. Stone laughed while Brandon glared at him.

I smiled at him and Aunt Billie gave me a disapproving look and I quickly looked down.

I am not the least sorry, mind you. But better pretend to be than be at the receiving end of Billie Wilkins' wrath.

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"I don't know what you were thinking, kicking that poor boy like that!" I rolled my eyes as I unboxed the kitchen articles while she stocked the fridge. "I knew letting you take Taekwondo classes was a bad idea. You take after your crazy mother a bit too much!"

I smiled hearing that. I did take after my mother a lot. I looked exactly like her and I had a lot of her traits, the only trait I got from my dad was my messiness. My mom was all tidy and orderly while my dad was a messy person. And my aunt was also very neat and tidy so you can guess the war at home.

I turned around and gave her my puppy eyes. Forgive me already.

She narrowed her eyes at me and then sighed.

"You know I can't resist that pout." She said, throwing the empty bags in the bin.

"I will finish it off here. Go unpack your boxes." She said.

I nodded and left the kitchen, after giving her a peck on the cheek.

I was six years old when my parents died in an accident. My mom was seven months pregnant and had craving for the 24/7 sushi across town. A drunk biker had come in front of our car and my dad had hit the breaks. The car slipped on the ice and over turned.

You know, they show these accidents in slow motion in movies but it's not. It happened in a matter of seconds. One moment, Mommy and I were talking gibberish and the next thing I know, there was a large piece of glass piercing into my throat.

I lost my voice and my parents that day.

And my Aunt Billie took me in.

My Aunt was an eccentric lady. She called it quits after her third divorce. Her daughter, my idiotic cousin, was a stripper. And she was proud of it.

She lived a posh life. But my Aunt refused to have anything to do with her after she started working at the strip club. I still had contact with Brienna and I am pretty sure Auntie would kill me if she knew.

I opened the door to my room and paused. It was a plain, above average sized room. It had a queen-sized bed with two nightstands, a study desk, vanity table and a shelf. There was a sliding door which led to the closet, which had the door to the bathroom on its other end.

I personally thought that the house was a bit too big for the two of us. But my Aunt was like that. She liked a bit of extravagance.

She didn't accept the fact that bigger houses made it feel emptier.

I sighed and walked in, grabbing a box which had 'Books' sharpied on it.

I ripped off the plaster and dumped my most prized possessions on to the bare mattress.

I was very diverse when it came to my books. I liked sappy romance as much as I liked psychological thrillers. Auntie called me a 'Romantic Psychopath'. Cue the eye roll. And don't forget Harry Potter!

I grabbed a book, Me Before You, and paged through it, taking in the scent of the paper. It was heaven!

After a good two hours of unboxing and arranging, I had everything in place. I placed a photo of my mom and dad, holding two year old me on the night stand to the left of my bed, smiling sadly. I miss you guys.

"LILY!!" I heard my aunt call me. I quickly ran downstairs. This was one con of being mute, you can't call out to people. I could always use my phone. But Auntie always has her phone on DND. She will only get pissed.

Makes no sense. I know. Try arguing with her.

I made my way to the living room to see her on the phone.

I waited for her to finish it and just looked around. The place was already set up. How fast can a person be?

She finally hung up and turned to me.

"Your schedule and other formalities have been emailed to you." She said. "Just check it. I have made them leave your books in your locker and the combination has also been sent to you."

I nodded and smiled at her.

"What do you want for lunch?"

I shrugged. Anything was fine.

She made fried rice for lunch. As expected from my Aunt. She can't go with a sandwich like normal people.

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