Resisting Love (#1)

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Victoria Williams has been kept in the dark her whole life. She was unwanted by her family but she had no choice. As soon as the opportunity arose, she ran off to start a new life on the other side of the US with her closest friend, Damian. Feelings are discovered, and secrets are uncovered as she finds herself pulled into the dark and mysterious world that she never even knew existed...

Romance / Drama
Jadlynn Hagler
4.6 19 reviews
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The Box

The Box

I walked into the closet, my dress flowing behind me. I wasn't exactly sure what I was supposed to be looking for. I just knew the basics of the object. Green box. That's the literal description that they had given me. I wondered why I was the one they sent in here, since they continuously remind me that I never do anything right.

I just remembered that this was supposed to be my first journal entry. I'm supposed to introduce myself, right? Mac said that this was supposed to help with all my "pent up" feelings, but I have no idea why he thinks I have those. And yes. I'm talking about Mac. My stuffed panda. I'm officially going crazy and I know it.

Anyways. Back to the point. I'm Victoria Williams. I know it's an "original" name. I didn't choose it. My parents did. That tends to be the way names work though, right? But I actually like my name. It's common, like me. Anyways, back to the task at hand. I get sidetracked a lot and I think I might be a little ADD.

I had to get a box from the storage closet that no one ever goes into. At least, I've never seen anyone come in here. I'm not even sure what they need it for. I just know that they do. I rummaged around for a bit before finally finding it and pulling it out of the closet. It was a little heavy, but I could handle it until I got downstairs.

I trudged down the many, many stairs until I finally hit the first floor of our four story mansion. Yes, I live in a mansion. But I stay in what was supposed to be a broom closet I think. I was basically Harry Potter. I didn't ask for this, this is just where I am in life. I set it on the table in front of my mother and she looked up at me with a scowl on her face. She had her teeth bared, which was almost… inhuman. But everything about my mother was. I just never questioned it.

When I was little, I used to pretend that none of the people in this house were human. They were all different sorts of mythical creatures, but I could never decide which creatures they were. Maybe it was just a diverse house, but I always had my mother pegged for a werewolf. She just had that feral look about her.

She dipped her head in thanks, which was all I ever got these days from her. You'd think she'd be more appreciative of her personal slave, ya know? That doesn't matter anyways. Now I have to add the part of the introduction where I tell whomever may read this one day, my problems.

I have never lived with my mother before this year. I've visited her and her new family she has here, but I didn't live with her. She didn't want me. I personally didn't want her either. I was adopted by another woman who was one of the kindest people I've ever met in my life, but she was tough and didn't take crap from anyone.

Yes, I was adopted into another family, even though my biological family is right here, alive and well. I know it sounds crazy, but it's my life. Everything is crazy here. My mother has never wanted me. I only visited her because Sophia, the woman who adopted me, made me visit her at least once every five years. She says that blood is important no matter what they did to me.

I get her sentiment, I really do, but the point of my mother giving me away is that so she never had to see me again. Yet here I am. Because Sophia is dead. I miss her like crazy and it hurts to think about her, but it's a good hurt I suppose. Now I have to live with my birth mother for the time being. I'm excited though. In two days, I turn eighteen. I can legally leave.

I already have it all planned. I have a savings account that Sophia and I have been saving up since I was five years old. Most of it is for my education, but I already got a full scholarship into a college all the way across the US. I can leave this small town of Maryland and go to California. No one here knows about it but me and Mac of course. And I know that Mac can keep a secret.

I have enough extra money to get me a plane ticket over there and get settled in. I'm excited. I have all my stuff packed and in a corner. Okay, well not all my stuff, but most of it, like clothes and stuff. I needed to leave some out so it didn't look suspicious. I haven't told anyone I'm leaving yet, but I'm sure that they won't protest. I know that they all want me gone as much as I want to be gone.

I should also mention that we have a great huge mansion, because there are a lot of people living in this place. My mother's new family, and her other relatives. Like her mother, all six of her brothers and sisters with their kids and family, her father, her uncle, three of her cousins, and I think that's it. I believe I got everyone. It is a lot to live with and take in, but I've grown used to it. Kind of.

I'm just eager to get out of here. I'm tired of feeling like a servant to these people who are supposed to be my family. I want more in life than just this. I want to live a little and get out there. I want to get as far away from this hell hole as possible.

A clearing of a throat threw me out of my thoughts, and I realized that I was still standing there, in front of my mother. My eyes widened as I realized that I had just been standing there, for who knows how long, off in la la land. I turned to walk away but stopped when I felt a tug. I looked down and my sundress was caught on the corner of the box. I quickly unsnagged it and briskly walked back upstairs.

My "room" was on the very top floor. There was literally no one else up here. It was just me and I had a whole hall to myself. At least I had a little privacy for my closet bedroom. I didn't mind any of it really. I get that my mother, or anyone else in this house, doesn't want me. I'm used to feeling unwanted by now. It's been eight months since I moved in here and I can't change the fact that I'm not wanted.

It's obvious that I'm miserable here. Well, it's obvious to me. I hope it's obvious to everyone else. I don't want them to feel like I like them anymore than they like me. There's only one person in this house who doesn't seem to make me unwelcome. Damian Rivera. He's the only one that's not blood related to anyone here. He's just… there. He seems well respected, even though he's only 22 years old. He's always nice to me whenever I see him around. He'll say hello and ask me how my day was. He's even flirty sometimes and he's a bit cocky.

When I reached the top of the stairs, there was a guy standing there. He was leaning on my door frame, as if it was the most casual thing in the world. His stark black hair was shorter on the sides than the top, and it was all gelled to stay up. His strong, sharp jaw moved as his lips tilted to reveal a charming, but devilish smirk. His dark eyes followed my movements closely. His skin was like coffee but with a shit load of cream in it, making it lighter, almost making him look almost caucasian but not quite. When he spoke, you could pick out the very, very slight accent of his latino heritage.

"Good evening princesa. I've been waiting for you," he said with his deep voice. I smiled at him and wondered why he had been waiting for me. Damian smiled wider at me, a full smile that showed his straight, even, white teeth. I've always noticed how his canines were slightly longer than the rest of his teeth. I've always thought that was kind of hot. It reminded me of the supernatural again. Not a vampire, but something more wolfish. But also not quite werewolf. I loved my imagination.

"Hi. What did you need," I asked. I wasn't going to be rude. I actually kind of liked Damian, but nothing more than a friend. He was the only one who was nice to me here, and I wasn't going to turn that away.

"I just wanted to talk, Vic. Can I come in," he asked. I smiled again and nodded before opening my door and let him follow me inside. I sat at the edge of my bed, but he remained standing. He leaned against the wall, threw one ankle over the other and crossed his arms. He didn't say anything and I sat there, awkwardly, as he stared at me. He was more like studying me, but I didn't understand why.

"You're leaving," he stated. I looked at him. I was speechless for a second, but then I vigorously shook my head.

"N- no. I'm not. I was just reorganizing everything. I thought that would be a good ide-" Damian cut me off with a flick of his hand.

"You can cut the bullshit princesa. I already know what you're planning to do. You're leaving. Finally. You were too good for this place anyways, in my opinion. They don't treat you right princesa. You deserve to be treated right because you've done absolutely nothing to earn their disrespect." His words shocked me. I didn't know that he thought of me like that. It was honestly kind of flattering.

"I approve of your leaving. But I'm coming with you," he said. The way he said it made it feel like there was no room for argumentation. I wanted to argue with him, because even though I liked Damian, I didn't really want to travel with him.

"I- I really appreciate the offer, Damian, but you can't. You- you have to stay here. I don't want to drag you along with me. I don't need you to come. Besides, people will miss you here," I protested. He looked at me with amusement in his eyes.

"Of course. But you do need me. You need protection princesa, and I'm going to be the one to give you that protection. I don't know what you think the world is like out there from reading all your little books and everything, but this world is a dangerous place, and there are things out there, unbeknownst to even me. I intend to protect you from that mi princesa."

I didn't know how to argue with that. I knew that the world was different from the books I've read or the movies I've watched, just like I know that fairytales, werewolves, vampires, and hell, even true love isn't real. Not like it is in my stories or my avid imagination, no matter how much I wish it to be. But I didn't need him. I'd much rather he stay here. Where he belongs. He doesn't belong out there with me.

"I know that. I just… I can handle it. I can protect myself. I've got this," I said, trying to convince him. I had stood up at some point without realizing it, but I wasn't backing down now. I couldn't, because that would be a sign of submission and I'm not following anybody's role. I make my own decisions like the responsible adult I am soon to be in two days.

I watched as Damians jaw locked and his eyes hardened. He came towards me, only inches away and then even closer until the toes of our shoes were touching. I never broke eye contact, even though I had to tilt my head all the way back to look up at him. Another thing about Damian was that he was really, really tall. It was only slightly intimidating though.

Suddenly, he ducked his head down to whisper softly in my ear. I could feel the tip of his nose, his lips, and his breath tickle my ear lightly.

"Then if you can protect yourself so well, no princesa, then what would you do in this situation, eh? A man, unwanted, is pressing up against you like this. He grabs your arms like this," he says, taking my wrists in his hands, pinning them to my sides. "And he's not letting you go. Now what would you do?"

His close proximity is making my heart pound so loud in my chest that I'm almost positive that he can hear it somehow. The warmth of his hand touching me sends strange bolts of electricity up my arms and all my senses are on hyper alert. At that moment, it occurs to me that I've never come into contact with a guy like this before and I think my hormones are on overdrive.

"I- I would knee him in the balls right about now and then run as fast as I could," I stammer in a hushed whisper.

"And if you can't get away?"

Now I wasn't sure. My confidence wasn't that high anymore. Now I give up. I close my eyes and sigh in defeat. I open them and he's still holding my wrists, only inches of space between us.

"Fine. You can come. But you have to have your stuff ready in two days because that's when I'm leaving, with or without you. And you have to buy your own plane ticket," I tell him, knowing that I didn't have the money to get him one, even if I had wanted to. Then I'd have a small dent in my plans. That wouldn't do at all.

Damian now had a wide grin on his face, knowing that he had succeeded. It had a hint of arrogance, but I stayed quiet. He'd gotten what he wanted. Now he can leave. As if reading my thoughts, he let his grip loosen on my arms and stepped back.

"Right. I should go. I have some packing to do. I'll see you later, princesa." I nodded and he walked out, quietly closing the door behind him. I didn't realize how late it was until just then. It was almost midnight and I could hear owls calling in the night, like I often did. I feel like it's the same owl that just nested somewhere close by.

I stripped out of my sundress and fell onto my bed wearing only underwear. I was tired and as soon as I closed my eyes, I felt myself drift into a peaceful sleep.


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