Chapter One
Rosey's POV:
Living home was the best decision I ever made in 22 years of existence. I wouldn't have to be a burden to anyone. I wouldn't have anyone cursing the first day he set his eyes on me or telling me, as they said,
"Just as our Qilin brings us good luck, you Rosey, you bring bad luck."
All the awful things they said about me, no one except this one got to me.
I'm not even a mythical being.
My family believed so much in Chinese mythical creatures such as the Great dragon and Qilin, they're usually known for bringing luck.
My great-grandfathers before theirs served them and now had been passed on to us, but as for me, I didn't really believe in those things.
Maybe it was my lack of following their traditional doctrine that has brought these bad thoughts about me.
Some days back, my dad blamed me for the curse of my mom's death, it's what he does occasionally but that day's banter was at the peak.
He said while my mom was to undergo a caesarean operation due to my position in her womb, he said she struggled for her life with me in her, lost a lot of blood and all that.
it was said that immediately my mom heard my first cry, she died with her eyes wide open and had a broad smile plastered on her numb face.
Although I know I'm not guilty of his accusations, those thoughts still hunt the shit out of me.
My thoughts faded when I felt a wave of wind brush the tendrils of my hair to my face. I quickly brushed them off, tying my hair up in a bun and taking a glance outside of the window, savouring the freshness of a lifetime of freedom, heading to a destination I knew very little of.
The night sky was turning dark giving way for all the night entities to decorate the lonely sky.
I wouldn't say I regret starting my journey this late evening but that was the only chance I had to run for my dear sanity.
My dad was to be heading to his so called onshore work, where he worked as a keeper in the lighthouse. It's not like he cared if I'd left or any bizarre thing happening to me.
More like he doesn't care at all, most times of my life I had to accept the knowledge of me not having a father, because, really, what point was it.
So here I am, willingly leaving his life for good.
I hadn't known how long I'd spent in my reveries. I started to feel goosebumps on my pale white skin.
"How long are we to get there?" I asked the driver who had been quiet throughout the whole ride, making it one of the factors of the boring trip and the unnecessary flashbacks of the haunting thoughts.
He answered briefly, eyes still pinned to the empty roadway, "we should be there in a couple of minutes, ma'am."
"Alright."
Unsettling storms hauled up.
Facepalm.
Seems like someone forgot to check the weather forecast today. I always made that compulsory before heading out any day, today was just different.
Searching my bag for my phone, I was surprised to see I had lots of messages from Bruce.
Bruces, the nicest man—then, a stranger that came to visit a friend at the junkyard where I worked 6 months ago, he took interest in me, reasons I knew nothing of. That was after I'd had a chit chat with him over a sit out at the busy side of town. I was obligated to tell everything about me, including the fact that I was useless to my dad.
I was literally comfortable with this guy, maybe it was because of the booze that I shared with him.
We got dating two weeks after our first meeting and things had been going smoothly with us
He said his father owned a firm and there was a vacant position in the account department. He was willing to give me the job since he was the acting CEO of the company.
His company was a bit far from my home and he was so kind enough to get me a new apartment for proximity to my new workplace.
He sent me the address of my new apartment where I was heading to right now and his, where I would be visiting first thing tomorrow morning.
All these years of my life, I've never seen such kindness.
The text on my phone shows a different map location, the texts that followed those ones were was a bit
Weird
It says:
Turn south.
There was a wolf image with a danger sign attached to it.
I could recall seeing that sign along this lonely road.
And if I'm to put two and two together, we must have reached the wolves territory.
But how?
The driver could have known this road had a dead end but he went ahead into it.
Unless he wasn't familiar with this certain road.
Many thoughts clouded my mind, I was starting to feel nauseated and my palms were getting sweaty despite the cold.
I've never been to this side of the city, tales had it that this certain strange place I found myself was filled with huge wolves, not just any kind, werewolves.
How could I be lost on this strange road? By this time of the day.
Why would Bruce allow me to venture into this kind of road that will lead me to this scary dead end, in the god-damned Meticulous to a fault car.
Oh yes, I decided to turn a blind eye to the crack up car I entered due to the excess joy I had about this trip.
The rain came down so hard like it was being held for a while by a very strong force. I tried to look at the lonely road through the blurry glass but I couldn't see anything, except for three pairs of burn flaring eyes I sighted from a distance.
They were so huge, I could guess they were almost the height of our meticulously tented car.
They were all pitch black figures, the one in the middle looked a lot more huge than the two by his side, I could tell he led the two by his side.
Wasn't hard to see that they were sculpted for warfare.
They howled loudly, one after the other as they began sprinting towards us.
I felt fear. Great fear.
Fear of being killed on my long awaited redemption.
My face turned pale white, the sound of my heart beat crescendoed
Now I wasn't only going to die alone but I was going to take the life of the young man alongside mine.
I looked at him as he tried to turn the wheels of the car in a backward circular spin with shaky hands.
I couldn't bring myself to form words as I mouthed my last apology to him.
It's too late now.
Courtesy of my bad luck.
"I'm sorry."