MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. We are married and belong to each other but how come I don't remember being married at all? Ayla, a beautiful girl from Salem village losses her mind when her stepmother sells her to an old ugly man, Mr Parker but following a series of massacres in the village, on the day she is supposed to be given to Mr Parker, The monstrous werewolf, Gerard Jarek claims that he would only stop the attack as long as she is given to him as his wife. What would Ayla do to escape the clutches of this beast? Would she accept him as her husband or find another way. Is she as innocent as everyone thinks or is she a badass girl with an innocent face? New book here. Do well to vote and enjoy. PS, This book cover isn't mine shout out to the owner.
We both walked to the cafeteria and although she was not talking very well, I didn't mind.
I wasn't interested in getting anything for myself so I just looked for a seat for the both of us while she got her lunch.
The cafeteria was filled with so many students but most of them were from my department. I roughly guessed that the other faculty had their cafeteria scattered around the school because it was such a big school that no one could go round it on foot even cars would take hours.
I sat quietly at the table I had gotten for Kelly and me while she got her food. She didn't take long before joining me where I sat and she was accompanied by someone else.
She stood by the table and looked at me worriedly. "This is not a good place to sit. This spot belongs to..."
"It is fine... We can sit wherever we want, after all, I can't see anyone here for now and we aren't going to spend an hour saying now would we?" I cut her short seeing her frightening like worried mice.
She finally sat and I decided to ask. "Who is that?" I whisper in her ear as I made eye contact to let her know who I was talking about.
She looked behind her and shook her head, "I don't know" she shrugged her shoulder and I decided to ask.
"Do you need something?" I tilted my head and be finally spoke.
"I'm the chef. When you are ready, make your request." he was the same man that followed Kelly from the serving site.
Both Kelly and he exchanged glances before I answered him politely. "I won't be having anything, thank you."
He nodded and continued. "If you need anything, feel free to say so before leaving the cafeteria. Sir has already paid for everything."
Immediately he mentioned sir, I knew who he was talking about but I couldn't understand how he was able to spot me in the midst of all these students also, how did he even know that I would come here today?
"Here. Your feeding expenses have been covered as well." he passed Kelly's money back to her then turned to leave.
Kelly looked at me confused and all I could do was smile awkwardly. It's not like I could tell her that I was married to a man I barely know.
"What? Did not think too much about it. After all, he might be wrong and have me mixed up with someone else so just enjoy the free food for today." I tried to divert her attention and she fell for it.
She ate her food peacefully and even though I didn't request anything, a bottle of natural fruit juice and snacks was brought to me.
I had them pack it in a to-go pack which they did and I handed it to Kelly after she was done with her food with the excuse that I was on a diet.
We were still seated at the table waiting for Kelly's food to settle a little before we go to a class.
"Are you ready? Shall we go?" I asked and she nodded happily and we stood up to leave.
I had carried my glasses and worn them when I heard a rising commotion.
"How dare they? Who told that they could?" some boys were yelling angrily and walking towards us.
I had just put on my glasses when I heard someone slam the table. I looked up and raise a brow while Kelly looked scared to the core.
"Yo! How dare you sit here? She might be new but you ain't." a boy with a big top and ugly looking pants angrily yelled at Kelly who had her head bowed and eyes closed.
Seeing this, I got furious. He was a guy and obviously a bully why wouldn't he just pick on someone his size? Why frightened the shy girl?
"I'm talking to you!" he yelled then took a cup of juice and threw it towards Kelly but it never poured on her.
I moved quickly and pulled her away from his attack because I saw it coming. The students began to murmur and chant. "Whoa!"
Not one had the very stood up for someone else against these boys and that surprised the students.
"How dare you! I won't spare you." he came closer but before he could do anything, he fell to the floor leaving everyone surprised. No one had seen me touch him, not even Kelly who stood beside me. All they knew was he fell.
The other boys who came along with him stared at him on the floor confused at what had happened. He wasn't moving so they got scared that he had fainted.
I turned to Kelly and took her by the hand before walking away. The other students didn't even notice us leave because they were focused on the body on the floor.
I had quickly used my hand to touch a point on the boy's neck which instantly made him unconscious and because we were at a corner and my swiftness, it was impossible for anyone to see.
This was just a temporary thing and he would wake up in a few hours. Unfortunately for him, he would find it difficult to talk for some days.
The chefs had called the security earlier to caution the boys but the security came and found only the oppressors at the scene while the person they were trying to bully was already long gone.
Kelly looked at me with a smile on her face. I thought she would be mad at me for getting her into trouble but this smile didn't look like an angry smile, that's if there's anything of that sort.
"Did you see his face as he fell on the floor? He looked like a big fat pig." she laughed as she said this and I laughed as well. He did look like a pig.
"He was so rude, I wonder what happened to him, hope he didn't die though." she began to get worried after laughing.
I waved my hand and scoffed. "He isn't dead."
She looked at me sceptically and asked, "But how do you know that?" it was only then that I knew I was in a mess.