Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
The dancer had her long limbs wrapped around my waist as I thrust into her tight body. It felt so real. I was on the verge of coming when I woke.
“Fuck,” I mutter and run my hand through my hair.
I shake my thoughts off and head down to the gym. I hope to work off some of this energy down there. Maybe I can train my body to exhaustion.
I get down to the gym and find Uri there, standing in the doorway. He’s stock-still as if afraid to move. Curiosity piqued, I move quietly to stand at his side. I am taken by surprise with what I find.
Symphony is inside. She’s wearing a vest that has knives lining the front and back. She’s moving fluidly as she concentrates on pulling then tossing the blades into the target before her.
Something about her expression says she’s angry. When I left this morning, she was still fast asleep. I can’t imagine what has led to this and where the fuck did she get that vest and those blades.
I’m well aware of the fact that she likes to watch martial arts videos, so I’m not surprised by her movements. I have told her I will spar with her if she ever wants to formally train to develop the skills. However, as I watch her now, I think I might have been underestimating her.
“Did you know about this?” Uri all but whispers after a few beats.
“No.”
“Who do you think she’s getting ready for?”
“I have no clue. Whoever it is, they should be afraid.”
“I want to help her, but I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” Uri muses.
I pause to think for a bit. The Trovati family is hers. Although I will be the face, it will be her right. It might not be a bad idea to prepare her.
“I think she might make a better hitter than either of us. Why not help her?”
“That is what I’m afraid of. I don’t believe she has a switch to be broken. Not like we had. Teaching her would be like teaching a machine. How do we control that?”
“We’ll figure it out. If we don’t try, she will continue to train herself. Better to know we’ve trained her properly.”
“Bloody hell. You have a point. I will teach Baby Terminator, but you will be responsible for her. You have to help her understand the boundaries.”
“I have no problem with that. She’s smarter than you think.”
“I know she’s a genius, Michael. I am not ignorant of this fact, but I also don’t want to make any assumptions. We will have to come to know her limitations.”
“Agreed.”
As we finish our conversation, Sim turns to us both with her chest heaving. All her blades have been pulled from her vest and thrown.
She drops to the floor on her butt and covers her face with her hands. I have never seen Symphony cry, not even when it was confirmed to her that her mother was dead. It is as she sits sobbing that I notice a patch of hair missing from the back of her head.
Only it doesn’t look like the patches she used to make by tearing her own hair out. All I see is rage. Someone did this to her. Someone who will pay.
Symphony
“Why don’t they like me? What am I doing wrong? Why are they so mean to me?
“Why do this to my person? I’m doing my best. I’m doing my best,” I sob into my hands as I sit on the training room floor.
I couldn’t sit at the piano. Music isn’t going to fix this for me. My feelings are hurt. My heart aches.
I did nothing to deserve this. I sob harder because everything has been ruined. I don’t know how to fix this.
Not even the vest could calm me today. I had to go to school for science club. We had our monthly meeting.
Sandra and her friends were there for their own activities as well. Someone pulled the alarm, so everyone had to report to the auditorium while the situation was dealt with. Daphne, Sandra’s friend asked me to come and sit with her.
I was already overwhelmed by the flashing lights and the noise. I thought she was trying to be a friend. She never teases me as much as the other girls.
I want desperately to begin to make friends. Michael and Annabella are my only friends. I want to make more friends and have others to talk to.
Sandra and the rest of her friends all sat behind me and started to talk trash. I had ignored them at first but then there was a loud collective gasp as I felt a tug at the back of my head.
Those mean girls cut my hair. I had just gotten it to a length I was happy with. Annabella and I have been talking about hairstyles and what I plan to do with it now.