A.A. Davies

They said it took sixty-six days to create a new habit, but all it took for me was one look from her emerald-green eyes, and the promise her small smile gave me.

Some might’ve called it stalking, but I called it observing. Someone had to watch over her. She was a girl in the midst of a family that had deep secrets running through their veins. Secrets no one knew about but the people involved. Secrets that would never come to light.

She’d only grace me with her eyes and part of her face, but that was all I needed to keep me coming back.

I promised myself I wouldn’t be like them, we all had, but that didn’t mean we’d stuck to that promise. We’d all fractured out into different parts of the country, but as the youngest, I was kept around more of the family. I didn’t deal with the amount they had to deal with, but that didn’t mean their blood didn’t run through my veins.

Evil was evil, no matter how you portrayed it.

I told myself I was being her protector, watching out for her so that she didn’t get hurt by the very people who should love her above all else, but it was a lie.

It was all a lie.

I craved to touch her. To be near her. I was on the precipice, about to fall to my death, but I’d do anything for her, even if it meant protecting her from me.