Broken Halo by Ispeak Woods (free reads .TXT) 📕

               We could all her Mr.Roman pulling up, it was a fetal sound. I now understood his plan for me. He was going to use my mother to make my ability work. My mother whispered to Tyson, begging “please take care of my daughter.” Mr. Roman walked through the door and firmly shut it behind him. He was holding a cake and balloons for Trisha’s birthday party; something we did for each other every year. He walked up to Tyson and handed the cake and balloons to him, “Go take this to my house Tyson, don’t come back here unless I tell you to.” Tyson looked over at me, and then walked out the front door.

               “Please let her go Mr. Roman, I’ll do whatever you need me to” I whispered. “I know you will, He replied. Mr. Roman rolled my mother into one of the side rooms, and I followed behind him. Not sure what good would be left in me after this experience. Whatever good was inside of me was gone. It left with the death of my mother. I tried so hard to save her. I did everything he told me to do, but unfortunately I wasn’t strong enough. And I watched my mother die from shock. I passed out into a coma like state, and I never wanted to be seen again.

               Waking up from a coma wasn’t easy. I thought I died, and in many ways I did. My heart was full of hate. I was sick, I was twisted. Mr. Roman became my master. No longer belonging to myself, no longer belonging to anything. I found myself lost, just a shell, just an image, not one trace of myself left inside of me. I killed people for Mr. Roman, I forced girls into bonds and hurt others who denied us. I started to become what I hated. It felt good though.

               Six months had passed since my mother’s death. I couldn’t bring myself to say murder. That would imply that I killed her. She died because she was weak. That’s what I heard before I passed out. So that’s what I held on to. Strangely I held on to everything Mr.Roman said. He was my everything at this point. I was his. Brainwashed and bent to be his tool. Molded into what he wanted me to be.

               I found myself hating Tyson, he was too weak to see the bigger picture. But what I didn’t know at the time was that I was the weak one. I began to fall in love with Mr. Roman. I stood at his side at every meeting. I slept by his side like a lap dog. I could see that I was beginning to threaten Mrs. Roman. She would try to hurt me every chance she could get. I tried to stay one step ahead, and Mr. Roman was always there to protect me.

               One night after a pack meeting with the newborns, I decided to take things farther with Mr. Roman. Galvin wasn’t ever around, and Tyson reminded me too much of whom I used to be. He reminded me too much of the past. Mr. Roman and I spent a lot of time together, so it wasn’t unusual for us to stay the night together. But on this night, I wanted to seal my fate and my future.

               Mr. Roman had multiple homes in and around town. When he wanted to practice with me, we would meet at the white house. It was beautiful. The white house was black on the inside. With massive windows and checker board floors. The carpet was soft mink and the walls all had volume. A huge porch wrapped around the house. The chairs on the porch looked like thrones. Brass and Golden with glory. Every room in the White House had a dark theme. My favorite room was the Room of The Lost, as he called it. The walls had poetry from Edger Allen Poe. The walls looked like actual book pages. The room smelt like an old library. The fire place had large candles burning inside. You could feel the soul of this room when you entered in. The floor was black marble, and the bed was like black ice. Black silk sheets and massive pillows covered the oversized bed. No head board was needed, because the wall behind the bed was a view of the dark woods. Only glass between the bedroom and the night sky. At night you could see fire burning in the walls behind that bed.  It would burn you if touched it long enough. I would lie in that bed, looking at the fire in the walls, attempting to touch the glass. Wishing I was far away, but like the fire, I was trapped in a prison.

               I waited for Mr. Roman on the porch. Sitting in the throne like chair, fighting off the last bit of my dignity. Mr. Roman was being apart of me. He was changing me, and in some sick way, I wanted him. I wanted to make him love me. I needed him to care about me. I’m not sure why I felt that way. Maybe it was a side effect of all the abuse. But either way, I felt things strong feelings for this evil man.

               He motion for me to go inside as he kissed his wife goodnight, she looked upset and worried. Her eyes cut to me, then back to her husband. He reassured her that everything was going to be okay. She grabbed him and kissed him deeply, while looking up at the house. I watched them through a sheer curtain as they kissed and rubbed faces. She couldn’t see me, but that didn’t stop her from looking.

               Mrs. Roman slowly got into the car and pulled away wildly, leaving dust and dirt in the night air. I walked over to the giant stare case and waited for Mr. Roman. I had one thing on my mind in that moment, seduction…

Mr. Roman wasn’t an old looking man. He was about 6’5 in height and weighted over 200 pounds. He was all muscle and rage. Tattoos wrapped his tan skin from head to toe. His hair was salt and pepper colored, and he kept it short. He looked to be in his mid 30s, but he was much older than that. Deep dimples sunk into the sides of his face and he rarely, if ever, smiled. He always looked like he had so much on his mind. His eyes were green and jet black in the center. He was beautiful man, with a foul soul.

               I continued to watch him tinker with his cell phone, and lock the huge door. I proceeded to remove his shirt and shoes. My body began to heat up, watching all that power move in the room with me. I could still feel an old familiar feeling pulling at my gut, shocked at myself, all I could do was watch. I began to feel myself drawing away. I couldn’t understand what was happening.

               My ability was working on its own. Was ability trying to do away with me? Was my inner self its own entity?  I began to ask myself questions. But little did I know, my ability had taken a life all her own. I was outside of myself again.  I felt myself push and pull, I could see her leaving me, then in an instant, she was in front of me. Her eyes were deep and black. So black until they looked like dark holes in her face. She didn’t speak, only in my mind, like a conversation with myself. I knew what she wanted, she didn’t have to say it, I was her and she was me.

               I felt weak once the split took place. I fell to my knees on the stare case. She looked back at me and smiled. She was no longer translucent, but I was…  I couldn’t see my hands, and part of my shoulder looked ghostly. She was becoming, and I was ending. I could see her began to remove her clothes as Mr. Roman turned around. He could see what was happening,  and he looked very pleased. The look on his face was sheer amazement. He looked complete. I watched myself walk over to him. I could see through both eyes, and feel through both bodies. But I could only control one.

               I watched as I placed my hands down his chest and looked in his eyes deeply. He didn’t move, he didn’t stop me. I then slipped off my bra and he began to bite my breast softly. I placed my hands on the back of his head, pushing him deeper into my chest. He raised his head and I could feel the warmth from his breath on my lips. I licked his lips and bit his muscular arm. Our fingers interlocked and held tightly. I then felt and watched as I unbuttoned his jeans. Ripping them to the floor. He then looked over at me on the stare case and begin to bite my neck. He wanted to see if it affected me. I screamed in pain as he bite deeper into my neck. He was nowhere near me, but he was biting her. How could this be happening. I’d lost all control, there was no turning back.

               He lifted her in the air and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Rushing past me and stepping on me along the way. I started to follow them, slowly, step after step, I felt like I was disappearing. He slammed her on the bed and kissed her deeply. She turned him over and got on top of him, biting him until blood fell from his face. She licked the blood off him and wiped her mouth. She moved seductively. She controlled him, she owned him. She was as strong as him. She ripped flesh from his arm and he phased from the pain.

               He then grabbed her by the throat and threw her against the wall. She got back up and crawled over to him, kissing his legs and making her way up his body. I’d never heard of a phased were and a were in human form mating. She was demonic and evil in nature. She was also silent, not one word came from. She made him kneel down at her feet, he was dirt in her hands. He kissed her and at times hit her, but she seemed to enjoy it.

               I couldn’t watch them have sex any longer, I was so disgusted, I begin to throw up. I could feel myself mourning the loss of my mother. I could feel myself caring again. As long as my ability was outside of me, my emotions weren’t blocked. I cried for Tyson, I cried for Halo, I cried for death. I wanted to die. I curled up in a ball against the fire glass, and drifted off to sleep to sound of loud moans coming from Mr. Roman, the man that owned me…