Four Years Ago
W ith war brewing, Dad has made it clear that under no uncertain terms will I be allowed to leave for university or take the long route in claiming my spot. Not after the increased attacks over the last two years, and especially not after he was shot last summer. Thankfully, it was just a flesh wound to his shoulder and he’s fine now. Everything feels pointless this year; no matter my grades, my path is set— it’s time to take my place in the Four Points.
There’s no time to fuck about any more . Which, fine. I can accept that. After all, I always knew this would be my fate.
Someday.
But what’s proving a harder pill to swallow is the reality that now isn’t the time to pursue Cora. As much as I want to make her mine with every fibre of my being, bringing her into my violent world makes me nauseous.
Instead of drawing her closer, I’ve been pushing her away, protecting her from my reality. It’s tough, especially as she grows more beautiful each day. I’ve had to fight off half the school, but she’s worth every confrontation. Fucking Corey transferred in while I was at home for a few weeks recovering from a stab wound to my abdomen, and by the time I was back, he was glued to her like a bee to honey, and no number of warnings from me or Matt deterred him.
That was nearly three years ago, and since then, I’ve made sure to hammer home exactly what awaits him the second he does wrong by her.
Personally, I’m counting down the days until I’ll be able to make good on that promise.
Bringing her into this world of violence and bloodshed right now would almost certainly end horribly. So as much as it pains me, I’d rather chop off my own arm than bring her into the middle of this mess.
For now, I’ll keep her at a distance until this shit show is under control and I can get rid of that distraction she calls a boyfriend. Then I’ll make her mine. Officially, anyway.