Romans & histoires Pretty Reckless

[flashback] Kayla’s being scolded now for a sin that she didn't commit. It’s because her mom's favorite vase worth several million was broken. She didn’t know what happened here because when she arrived it was already broken. She was right in front of the broken vase picking up the pieces just so no one will get hurt when her mom came that's why she thought Kayla was the one who broke it and scolded her right away.

“Both. Today I’m leaning towards reckless.” The voice slips back in, smooth, almost indulgent. “Reckless makes you sloppy, Blackburn. Sloppy makes mistakes. And mistakes …” The pause drags, thick with relish. “… win wars.” His words coil through the line, stretched and deliberate, like barbed wire unspooling.

But none of it compares to the fire that ignites the moment he leans a little closer. His fingers are on my jaw before I even register the movement. Dirt and blood smudge his skin. His touch is rough. Raw. I should pull away. I should shove him back and spit every name I’ve ever cursed him with. But I don’t. “You almost got us killed,” he growls. “You’re welcome.” His jaw tics. His hand doesn’t move. “You almost got yourself killed,” he repeats. Is he angry over that? “I’m alive.” “You’re fucking reckless.”

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“That’s not what I said.” “You basically said it.” Blaze rubbed his face frustratedly. “You always do this.” “Do what?” “You turn everything into an argument.” I laughed bitterly. “Because everybody acts like I’m reckless.” “You are reckless.” That made me angry immediately. “I’m reckless because I wanted revenge on the man who ruined my life?” “You’re reckless because you keep trying to handle dangerous people alone.” “At least I actually do something instead of sitting around waiting.” The room became tense immediately.

Rem is the safest place I know, so… yeah. I’m taking the fucking risk.

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

I believe it's about their work because I didn't understand anything. Territory? Shipment? Security? What do these people actually do? Why are they always so busy? Maybe they're from a mob. Like loan sharks I think. Yes, they're loan sharks. So when you borrow money and you don't pay back then they kill you, maybe that's why they killed Terry. I finished my food but I couldn't leave the table because Mr grumpy was still sitting and I didn't want to do anything that would force me to look at him.

Logic said she should win. But logic didn’t account for desperation. Cassian’s words echoed louder than ever. Sometimes, the only way forward is through the risk everyone else is afraid to take. My heart pounded violently as I made a decision. It was reckless. Dangerous. Exactly what Kyra wouldn’t expect. As we approached the final stretch….a narrow, uneven path with a steep incline on one side….I accelerated suddenly, pulling alongside her where the terrain was worst. Kyra’s head snapped toward me. “Are you insane?!”

I am insane, literally. ----