The fact that I’ve had a tattoo of fangs on my neck, that just suddenly appeared there scared me. Untouched. But what does it all mean? That I belong to a crazy blood-thirsty vampire, or am I turning into one? I mean, when Grandma Thelma told me that I was starting to look more pale, and my eyes started changing color, I didn’t take it that seriously. Was it supposed to be a sign? Like, who wouldn’t like if there eyes changed color? And the fact that I’ve been thinking about this long enough to write a book on it, it pretty much seems like it’s a clue.
While peering at my tattoo in the bathroom mirror, my eyes caught on something unfamiliar.
A starred at the infinity sign tattooed right there on my wrist. Permanent. Changeless. Set. Stable. But just because a tattoo that just happens to be on my wrist that’s definition is affinity. Which means forever, and ever. Am I like a damn mutant? Alien? Outsider? I just don’t feel normal.
“Aylla?” I flinched at the sound of my mom’s voice. Sending a chill down my spin, as I have to continue to hide such a thing from her. Keeping my hair down all the time and wearing wrist bands is not my normal day dress.
“Yeah ma?” I called down to her as I cracked the door open enough so that she could hear me.
“You left your cell phone down here and it keeps ringing. Can you come and get it please?”
I rushed downstairs as it could be Devi or Simon calling me about something. Oh, I don’t know. Urgent?
I grabbed my LG Dare sitting there to where my mom good hack into my private life in the matter of seconds. I know it sounds crazy, but despite the fact that she’s my mom and that she is supposed to understand hormonal teens but she doesn’t. Matter of fact, I look at her as the complete opposite, who likes to usually avert any contact with teens, but to sleuth around my personal area while I’m not home. And as for my boyfriends? I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s like she has Ephebiphobia or something.
As I touch the middle button, my phone illuminates showing that I have three missed calls. Two from Devi and one for my father, who is currently on a business trip in southern California.
I pressed the call button that was highlighted on Devi’s name. On the very first ring she answered with a worried voice that almost made me stop in my tracks.
“What’s the matter?”
“You have to get down here quick!” she spat. I heard a bunch of pandemonium coming from the background, causing me to get more worried then I was two seconds ago.
“Wait. Why? What’s going on?”
“Ross is in a fight with Malcolm and they won’t stop punching the s**t out of each other!” Ross. I should’ve known. My older brother beating up my ex-boyfriend.
“Where are you?”
“Central Park. You -”
“I’ll be there.” I hung up the phone so fast it could’ve flown out of my hand. I jogged out of the door, rushing to my parent’s Benz. I put the keys in the ignition and hoped to the lovely God that no one is hurt.
About five minutes later, I saw a crowd in central park but it looked as if nothing was going on. As if there was just a big crowd of people crowded around a weird looking species or something. So I don’t hurry. I just get out and make my way over there, holding my breath that that’s what it was and not what I imagined it to be. Matter of fact, it was nothing but.
When I looked in the middle of the crowd I saw Ross on the ground as Malcolm was on top of him beating the living s**t of my brother.
Without any thinking or some way to compromise I was now on top of Malcolm, punching him. With all of my might and strength, showing him that I don’t play. I’m a serious a*s b***h and if you try to mess with MY family, you mess with me.
“Stop! Aylla you’re hurting him.”
Before I could even gain control of what I was doing, I felt something crack in Malcolm’s face leaving me in shock. I knew I could punch hard, but to the point where something cracks? Never in my life have I done something like that. And I couldn’t help to wonder if it had anything to do with the sudden appearance of those tattoos.
“What the hell was that?” Someone asked as I felt Ross’s strong hands pick me up off of Malcolm.
I starred at Malcolm’s face as I saw bruises start forming on his cheeks and his eyes start swelling up. But I knew deep down in my gut that that was the right thing to do, considering the fact that’s not the only time he’s done that. I’ve caught them in many fights, but it always seemed to be Ross who walked away with the gold, not Malcolm.
“Come on, Aylla,” he tugged on my shoulder as I began to stand up. And being zoned out for almost five minutes, I peered around to see everyone starring at me in disbelief. From this point on I’d see myself as a vile, sickening monster. Well, then again he did deserve it, so at least I would be a cool monster. I smiled at myself as I started out the crowd. But I didn’t have to. Everyone made way for me to walk, since I just beat up one of the football team’s toughest players.
It was a good feeling, I’ve got to admit. But the fact that he could bench over three hundred pounds, and I just beat the living snot out of him scared me.
Before I knew it I was in the car with the song Heartless playing on ninety-seven point one. The words filled my ears, as I could feel my muscles relax and some how all the stress that entered my body just suddenly flowed out like it was never there. That none of this never happened. But the fact that I’m still permanently marked with these unknown tattoos, leave me clueless to where my life could be going.
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