Wings of Destiny

Ch - 5 |Freya|

I am trying to be kind,

I am trying to hold in,

But he is rattling me,

From outside and within.

Freya

Bring me lunch.

His text said and I held back the groan. What was I , his slave? Oh, yes I was. I don’t even know how I was walking and talking right now. I had to work, complete homework, follow Alexander around like a puppy. I was feeling nauseous and I was pretty sure I might faint.

He made me drive him home and then flustered about something he shoo-ed me off like I was not deserving enough to see his mansion.

Reached home?

He did ask me maybe checking up that his slave was still alive.

It was last day of week and last day that I was his slave.

For past two days he had been torturing me to max.  I was made to clean his gym locker which stink  by the way. I did all his homework. He troubled me with ball decorations. I had to be his side kick when played basketball. But the worst was catering him and his girlfriend who were too fond of pda.

But that was all I tolerated burying my anger and frustration. The bad part of all this was extra bullying I was suffering. When people saw Alexander bullying me they thought that it was what they should do to be call.

While I did manage to make a lot of friends, kind of , with my helping nature but some are just to insane.

Like Hailey and her clique, then there was these insanely rich kids like Mayor’s son and the mall constructor’s son; they were pretty serious about bullying. One time they made me trip on the second last stair, scraping my knee and arm in process. Then Hailey and her girls, splattered my homework with paint.

Then some ‘accidently’ dumped their lunch on me. I was not depressed though, I always had people helping me in these situations, specially Micheal and Tessa.

“Lunch dumping, not cool.” Tessa said as she eyed my dirty outfit.

“I am fine. Just need to clean up and then I had to get to highness, he asked for lunch.” I said trying to clean up my hair.

“And then after today you are officially free.” She said with a grin.

Unable to get the food off my clothes, I decided to change my top but I had nothing in my locker...besides the Versace T shirt Alexander threw back at me.

So in desperation I pulled it out and changed into clean t shirt not in mood to smell like garlic whole day.

I walked in the cafeteria to get some sandwich and milkshake for Alexander. I had no idea what he ate so I picked up what I like. Usually at this time , if he is not at lunch then he is at basketball court, practicing. That was the one thing he seemed serious about.

I walked in but he didn’t notice me as he dribbled the ball with a frown. Why was he so evil? What did he get by troubling me so much?

“Fiore, do you want me to die from hunger?” He said now finally looking at me.

“From hunger, maybe not.” I said hoping I could strangle him to death myself.

I thought he will glare and punish me somehow but he looked amused.

I handed him his lunch and started walking away pretty sure he will not let me do so.

“Sit, I don’t want to eat alone.” He ordered and sighing I stopped.

“Where is your team?”

“Ditching school for a party.”

“And why are you here?” I asked annoyed that he stayed behind.

“Because it’s my choice. I don’t have to answer you, you are my slave not the other way round.” He snapped at me.

He ate in silence and I avoided him as usual.

He cleared his throat and I looked at him, “What?”

“You are wearing my t-shirt.” He sounded somewhat happy about it.

Psycho!

“Not yours, your still has the ink stain.”

“Ah! Right.” He agreed with a grin.

What was with him and the good mood?

I didn’t say anything and ignored him again as he slurped the last of milkshake with too much noise.

“I will official be done with the slave service now highness.” I reminded him just out of happiness of being free.

His jaw clenched and now he glared at me.

“And do you think I will let you live peacefully.” He threatened.

My heart was beating wildly now. He meant when he said , Welcome to Hell.

“No you won’t but then again, I don’t really care what you do.” I answered him sharply.

“No matter what I do, huh?” He sneered and got up walking closer to me.

I was terrified now and tried to create a distance.

But his hands formed a grip on my upper arm , trapping me.

“You are messing with my head and I don’t like it . I want you gone.” He stated coldly.

He said those words before, why he hated me and wanted me gone.

“It is your problem, not mine.” I said calmly.

His grip on me tightened as anger flared in his eyes. I winced in pain. My elbow was already scratched. My wince causes him to loosen the grip and look at my hand where his grip left a mark.

I quickly tried to move away but he grips my wrist this time and carefully turned my arm to see the elbow. I didn’t want him to see that he was more than successful in torturing me.

“What happened?” His eyes was filled with angry.

This was my fault?

“I fell.” I lied avoiding his eyes. I have learned that those violet eyes were dangerous.

He let it go and sighed as if calming down his temper.

I back off immediately and from a safe distance I turned to look at him, but he stood there with a clenched fist.

***

“You are wearing his T-Shirt?” Tessa asked looking flabbergasted.

“I had no other option.” I reasoned and she nodded in understanding.

“Rumours are going on.” Leila said, another girl on our decorating team.

“What rumours?”

“Well, Hailey saw you and asked Alexander if it was actually his t-shirt. He didn’t refuse and people now assume you are ‘close’ to him, enough to wear his clothes.” Leila explained.

“Calm down, I can see you are angry.” Tessa said lightly patting me.

Close, with that...that devil! Yes, if the guy turned angel.

“So they are thinking we slept together or something? “ I asked the dreaded question.

“More like it.” Tessa agreed.

My mom was a super religious person and kissing was out of context let alone sleeping with a guy. If somehow, this reaches her I was doomed. I was already ashamed. I needed to talk to Alexander.

Whole day I heard people whispering slut and w***e. Alexander had his fair share of girls no one called him that, instead they worshipped him. Sexist pigs.

“Alexander.” I called out as he was about to get in his car.

His eyebrow arched up and many people gasped around me.

I walked with large steps towards him, gathering all the hate I had.

“What, you want to drive me home?” He asked with a frown.

“No, Alexander, why does half of the school thinks I slept with you.” I put fury in my words so he knows the seriousness of the whole thing.

I did not want my Mom to know all this, it was embarrassing and a lie.

Now he smirked.

“They do? So what is the big deal? Not like you are virgin?” He mocked me and I was really trying to keep my anger in control.

I probably blushed at his words.

“You are a virgin?” He almost said out in shock.

“None of your business, now please Alexander finish this. I can’t leave this place I have my problems.” I said calmly.

His eyes softened for a bit but then he said, “This is your problem, not mine.” Mirroring my words.

“What, are you so goody two shoes that you can’t tell your shrink why you left the town.” He taunted me.

My mouth hung open in shock and surprise. He knew, but how?

I formed a fist controlling myself from not slapping his face.

“How will your mom feel when she knows that her daughter is no more a virgin?” 

I paled at his words.

“Not my mom, Alexander , please.” I pleaded and he scoffed at me.

“You are free now, but you might just think your days as slave was better.” He warned me and before I could say a word, he left shell shocked.

***

“Everything fine?” My mom asked as I sulked around in weekend.

“Yeah totally.” I lied.

First thing I did was selling the phone, monster bought me and replace it with a cheaper model but still a nice one. I got myself a new number so that he can’t bug me, ever.

Tomorrow was school and I didn’t want to go. It was a relief that my mother didn’t got a whiff of rumour and I was still on safe side. But there was still another day for Alexander to torture me.

But I can’t tell all this to my mother, if she knew I was being bullied then she will try to protect me and shift from here after she paid all the fees to the stupid private institution.

“You don’t look fine. Where are these scratches from?” My mother asked me for hundredth time.

“I fell down, remember.”

“Yeah, I thought maybe now you are in mood to tell me the truth.” The sarcastic side of my Mom became visible.

“Mom.” I said with a tone of finality and hurried out before she could say a word.

I was meeting Tessa on weekend for the decoration. And then she was taking me out to her mom’s boutique for dance shopping. It turns out decoration team had to attend the dance, mandatory and all. I was glad it was a masquerade, atleast I can hide from the beast himself.

“We are buying something black.” Tessa said because she only wore something black, blue or a similar dark shade.

I wanted to buy something white instead. I loved the colour.

“Sure.” I said not trying to outright refuse her now.

She was unlike most girls. After looking at three or four dresses she chose her sleek black gown with a plunging neckline which her mom disapproved but Tessa was not bothered with that. And like always I was indecisive so Tessa’s mom gave me a white knee length dress with violet flowers embroided on them.

It was simple but it was beautiful and I liked it.

The dance was on Wednesday, three days from now. It surprised me that it was happening on school night but the tradition was weird in itself so I didn’t question too much.

“Umm..I heard something weird about you Freya.” Tessa said with lot of hesitance.

“What?”

“Well whole school knows this I think and you will know once you come tomorrow. I think Alexander told them.” Tessa said giving me an unsure look.

“What Tessa?” I asked strictly getting a little annoyed and curious now.

“Are you insane?” She asked carefully.

“What made you think that?” I knew where this was leading.

“Well that you are here because a shrink send you.”

“And that makes me insane? What a narrow minded thought. I might be overcoming a trauma or something. Seeing a shrink doesn’t mean that I am insane Tessa.” I clarified.

But the feeling of dread was spreading over me , whole school knew this now. I hated judgemental eyes, eyes filled with questions, with pity and things I can’t handle.

“As you know how rumours get twisted , now people say your dad was abusive therefore you need therapy and your mom left him.” Tessa said for the first time looking nervous.

I know Alexander might not have said those words but he started the rumour mill and was tainting the good memories I had of my father. Everyone was bad mouthing a person who taught me to be kind and forgiving.

But this was it. Without saying a word to Tessa I jumped in my car and drove to Alexander’s place. He was standing out with a group of friends looking hangover while he made fun of them. Even in this moment under the sunlight, he looked angelic, beautiful and brave.  But there was nothing stopping my anger now, not even my father’s words in my head.

I just walked ahead, ignoring the look of surprise on his friends’ face and slapped in square on his face. The sound was astounding, even to my ears and I was heavily breathing all the adrenaline drained out now. My eyes were watering because I have never hit anyone ever in my life.

Alexander was infuriating me to an extreme point of my patience.