his possession

“Assholes! If I was asked to make my last wish, I won’t hesitate to wish you death!” I scream at the top of my lungs.

I’m standing at the edge of the railing on the rooftop. I don’t care that one mistake of letting go of my stance might make me fall to my death. I don’t fucking care! I feel like I have won the lottery, but trust me this feeling is better than winning lottery.

I fucking put you in your place bastard! That there, is my damn fucking gift to you before leaving this hell of a school.

It’s my goodbye gift and you know what? You should thank me when you see me again, and that is if I even want to see your ass ever again.

You should thank me for being this kind, for this special gift. I know I would never see you again, and damn it, you're never gonna see me again too, so go kill yourself, asshole!

I’m the Elena Deloris they all wish never came to life. Wait, not the other way, but they all fucking hate me. And if I could switch a mother, I would have sold mine and got a new one. I’m the piece of trash that is never enough. And I don’t fucking wish to prove Avera Deloris WRONG!

*****

I stand in a corner, waiting for the rain to stop so I can go home, but my legs don’t move, even when the rain slows down.

I’m looking at the screen across the road, where my worse tormentor and greatest enemy is getting dragged like a criminal. He wouldn’t just fail the exams, he would be kicked out of school. Detention is not enough for the kind of crime he’s involved.

His face is like smoke with no fire. He looks aggressive, as though he’s going to strangle whoever did this to him with just his bare hands, and damn, he is capable. But right then, he’s calm as they take him. 

Unfortunately, we are in our senior year in high school, and he only needs to do one more paper before the summer break, but that’s not happening anymore nor is he coming back. No school would want him now. He can’t retake the class as well, unless there is an upper hand involve.

Ryan French, I would say it again. You are lucky my gift is just as petty as this. After everything you did to me, I wish you death if it’s possible.

The rain stopped to a drop and my phone pings in my pocket. It’s from Ava Marcus, my best friend and lifetime partner-in-crime. Well, I wish. As if I get to have people in my life stay forever.

Ava Marcus: Hey, did you see the news? I bet you’re on your way to the airport now.

I ignore the first question and reply to the last.

Elena Deloris: Hey, I’m on my way home now. I will leave soon once I get my bags packed.

She’s rushing me to take my flight to Switzerland; she wants me out of this city as much as I do. She found out I’m mated to those bastards. She was with me at the baseball court.

Ava discussed it with her aunt in Switzerland, so that I can still complete my senior year once the summer break is over. I don’t think I would ever return since I just found out that the arrogant and popular Quad Alphas are my mate. 

It simply means I am mated to the tormentors of my life.

I trust the bastard, Ryan, is going through a hard time now, and definitely won’t have the time to think about who did this to him.

Among the four brothers, I hate Ryan the most. He is my biggest enemy. I can’t believe he is also my mate. No.

I’m the last person that would cross his mind, if he tries to find out who ruins his life and dreams.

I’m that soft flower he can always step on, and won’t say a word. Simply because I don’t have a mouth to speak, like the flower I am. But one thing they don’t know is that flowers do have emotions, and they can react the fuck if they want.

And Elena Deloris is that flower.

No one would suspect it was me, so I don’t hide my face yet. I boldly grab my white transparent polybag where I have the drugs. Avera asked me to buy it for her. 

I don’t know what she needs it for but I don’t think I care to know. The same way I’m not giving her a clue where I’m leaving to, or why the heck I’m leaving. She wouldn’t have cared, and I wouldn’t have the strength to handle her behavior. At least not now—this is not the time.

I begin to walk out of the alcove, speed-walking to my house. The two-story house belongs to my dad. I know it is a little old now, but I cherish it more than my mom. It’s my dad’s hard work; he built this house before he told us goodbye. That is, if he had truly told me goodbye.

I walk into the house, a little wet from the rain. Closing the door as quiet as possible, I hear her call my name from the bottom of the stairs.

“What took you so long, for God's sake!” she lashes out. 

I know. I expected it. She only cares about herself and not me. Hell, never me, not even the torture I went through in that damn school.

I say nothing. I hear my phone pings again, and I read Ava’s reply.

Ava Helen: That sounds a little better. I want you out of here as soon as possible, Elena.

From the words, I know she was sighing heavily as she typed.

I think I hear my mom saying something to me, but I don’t pay attention. I pocket my phone and run upstairs. 

I have to leave this city now that I know I am mated to the four arrogant bastards. The arrogant and richest kids—the quadruplet Alphas!

Prior to my secret act