Alisha had a hard start in life. Her parents have died and she had to go live with her uncle. But things started looking up again until something happens.
On the evening of the award ceremony, she gets abducted by someone. Secrets about her family come to light.
Jason is the one person who she should never want. He is part of the people who captured her and they barely get along. but she can't help herself from finding him attractive.
Will love prevail or will the secrets of the past doom a relationship that has yet to begin in this unputdownable romance books for teens?
Excerpt:
"I am proud to present next year’s Student council leaders. The grade 12’s that will mold, form and change our school for the better for many generations to come.” The headmaster said, and everyone went dead silent. You could hear a pin drop. This is the night that the entire group of grades 11’s have been waiting for. So many people hoped it would be them even though everyone already knew who it would be ...
“So, without further ado. Our Head boy for next year is ... Matthew Le Rough!” The headmaster screamed over the microphone even though it was really not necessary.
Matthew went on stage and waved like he is the new king of the country. I rolled my eyes. How did my idiotic cousin manage to become head boy? He has no brains. He could barely pass the school year. Then he is also as arrogant as hell. Is money all that matters in this school?
I really hated my uncle when he started sponsoring everything this year because it not only affected Matthew but me too. Everything that happens with Matthew affects me now too.
“And our Head girl I am proud to say is also our Dux learner this year.......Alisha Le Rouge!” Everyone went into applause ...
Everyone knew I deserved this as much as anyone who has worked as hard as I have, but of course, there will be many people saying that I only got it because of my uncle. Sometimes I really wished I could stand on my own feet, without him and my darling cousin, Matthew, in the background. But that is how things are, for me anyway. I guess I should be happy that he tries to make this school a better place for Matthew and me, but I miss my own parents. They would have wanted the best for me but would not have helped my chances through bribery. It is now 3 years and I still can’t stop missing them ... I can still remember that night three years ago. We were driving home after the school’s annual spring dance. As always Dad followed the rules and everything, but that did not stop the other driver from being drunk. I still don’t really know what happened. All I remember is a white flash, my older brother screaming; and then the next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital, my uncle telling me that they have all died in the accident ...
I went on stage and received my badge and I could almost imagine my parents’ faces if they could have been here. Before I knew it the night had come to an end.
“Tonight I am getting so drunk! I can now legally drink so I don’t care what anyone thinks,” said Matthew in the car while riding home. He did a year over in Junior High, so he is a year older than everyone, where I skipped a grade.
“What about Uncle Max? He will be furious if you drive home drunk?” I said and rolled my eyes, for what felt like the hundredth time this evening. How can he be so stupid? He is two years older than me. He is supposed to be the responsible one.
“That is why dear cousin that I invited all the grade 11’s and 12’s to our house for a party. I already talked to my Dad about it. He says it is fine as long as we end before 1 pm.” He said as he stopped at home. There were already ten people sitting on the lawn.
The party started and everyone started drinking and dancing. I must admit that I also had a few drinks too many. The music was way too loud and it felt like it is beating through my skull. At one stage I had to go outside for some air because I was starting to get nauseous. This is the first time that I have drunk more than one drink. I was not really part of Matthew's crowd.
I went and stood in the rose garden that is a long way from the house and the only peaceful place around the whole house. I stood and watched the water in the fountain. Although there were a lot of people inside, I felt so lonely. I turned to look at the moon and wondered if it had also felt as lonely as I did. Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me but when I turned around there was no one, just the slight breeze playing in the leaves.
Most of the people assumed that I was the life of the party, but they didn’t really know me. If they really did, they would know that my cheerleader persona was all only an act.
I turned back and looked at the moon once again but it is clouded over with clouds. Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and put a hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. I tried to fight the person but he was way too strong.
“Stop fighting, you STUPID BITCH! If you know what is good for you, you will follow me without a fight...So, princess, do we do this the easy way or the hard way?” the person said.
It is a deep voice. Definitely a man I thought. I bit his hand and hit him with my elbow on the stomach. This dude did not know who he was dealing with; I have been training for years for this day. If only I had a weapon with me right now, I thought.
“Oh, I see! Our little queen has decided on the hard way ... so much like daddy aren’t we?” he said and I stilled.
There weren’t many people who knew my father, at least not in this country. We immigrated to South Africa a few months after the funeral. I just couldn’t stand seeing all the places that we, as a family, visited together. The memories haunted me at night and nothing I did could stop it from happening. But after we moved, things got much better.
He grabbed my arm again he held me so tight against him, that I almost couldn’t breathe.
“What do you know about my father?” I tried to scream but it barely came out as a hiss.
Then he was holding my neck so tight that he almost choked me. “OH! Darling, I know enough about your father!” he said and put a little cloth over my mouth.
The last thing that I could remember was his laugh before everything went black ...
