“As your leader, I thank you.” I carefully sat back down and finished my tea before signalling Sebastian to get us ready for the next meeting and where we would be eating.
Dusk was on the far horizon and here I was sitting on the wealth of my ancestors and the blood of my victims, climbing to the top all those years ago was tedious and juvenile, endless ways for correctional therapy from the parents, and just about everyone else who tried to bestow me on the sacred path of good girls act like a lady.
But I had outsmarted them all, I had eyes and ears everywhere, I knew what they said behind closed doors, I knew the victims of my school growing up had no idea of just how much I was aware of what everyone else was thinking and saying. I watched their social media feeds, Twitter, Tumblr, the secret gazes and coded words for only the exclusive group supposedly had. Didn't they know it was easy to bypass and just read between the lines? My mind jolted when Sebastian told me that the travel arrangements were ready, I gazed at his long purple hair and eyes, the darkness within his brows. This man knew me more than anyone ever could. I placed my hand in his, although crime and blood stained my soul, he was at my side every step of the way.
Every time I let my mind wander, I remember the bike ride to the cliffs from his former mountain home, where he drove out to show me a city from the distance, he wanted out of the small town we had met in, the darkness of the night and the glowing lights of the faraway city, this boy had become a man and stole every piece of my heart that very first time. So who am I? I'm Zoe Hale.
Well that was my birth name to my family and parents, but most people knew me as Zuel, I was well known for being the graffiti artist in the local towns and rebels. The girl with nothing but the blonde lush locks of some country singer, who eventually went goth and rogue, much to the parent's dismay, dropped out of college, ignored the university route and saw more prison bars than anyone could vouch to know. "Zuel, next meeting."
I was prompted suddenly and my thoughts snapped out about my backstory and life, I guess I could think about those days when I was alone again, Sebastian held me firmly in his hand as we walked out of the room and were whisked through a private lift, shielded by the blackout glass and high-security detail, tonight we were on the move to squash the vermin after dinner for talking about the illicit trade of our gang, only the small part he had information on.
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