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 Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 11:23 am
Hey baby even though I hate ya! I wanna love ya I want you! And even though I can't forgive you I really want ta I want you! Tell me, tell me baby Why can't you leave me? Cause even though I shouldn't want it I gotta have it I want you! Head in the clouds Got no weight on my shoulders I should be wiser And realize that I've got One less problem without ya! I got! One less problem without ya! I got! One less problem without ya! I got one less, one less problem One less problem without ya I got! One less problem without ya! I got! One less problem without ya! I got one less, one less problemI know you're never gonna wake up I gotta give up But it's you! I know I shouldn't ever call back Or let you come back But it's you! Every time you touch me And say you love me I get a little bit breathless I shouldn't want it But it's you! Head in the clouds Got no weight on my shoulders I should be wiser And realize that I've got (-`ω´- ) (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀＜●) &_& (◡_◡) (◕-◕) (◕o◕) (∩_∩)
Feeling the morning sun slide across her face, Brayla slowly opened her eyes. Turning her head she saw that they room was dark, besides the strip in the room that the suns rays hit.Letting out a breath, she turned her head to the other side and saw Zakhary laying there next to her, close to her like the night before. She smiled and twisted her body so that she was fully facing him. Lifting up her hand, she softly and slowly traced the curves of his face. She softly ran her finger over his lips and then over his eyebrows. He looked more relaxed when he was asleep and that made her happy for some reason.
Looking past him to the clock on the wall, she decided that it was time to get up. Pushing herself away from him and trying not to make any movement, she rose from the bed and plated both of her feet onto the ground. Once her feet touched the ground, she felt a pain roll through her body and she had to bite her lip from letting out a sound that would surely wake Zakhary up. She looked down at her leg and noticed that the bandage was still secure around her cut and that was a relief. She turned on her heel and walked slowly towards the dresser that held her clothes making sure not to put too much weight on her leg.
She quickly wobbled over to the dresser and grabbed onto the side. She pulled out a pair of black yoga shorts, a sports bra, and a old teeshirt. Walking over to the bathroom, she shut the door and got dressed after doing her business in the bathroom. Pulling her hair up into a high ponytail, she exited the bathroom and saw that Zakhary was still laying in bed. She didn't know if he was asleep or not.
Today, she thought she see if he had a gym in his house. Most people that had tones of money had a gym. He even said that he was taught by Alister, which meant he would have to have a gym. She walked down the corridors and stopped when she ran across a maid. "Hi, um is there a gym here?" She asked the maid shyly. The maid nodded and quickly showed her the way. Brayla happily followed her and was quickly taken to a huge room that had everything that would be in a normal gym. Shows going to get to the weights later, but she just wanted to run at the moment. She thanked the maid and the shut the door behind her. She looked around the room and found the treadmill and then she spotted a radio.
She smiled walking over to the radio and turned it on to play music that was todays top hits. She turned the music up so that she will be able to hear it over her running, and she walked over to where the treadmill was located. She stepped onto the treadmill and then noticed that she had forgot shoes. She shrugged knowing that she was going to regret it later and she turned the machine on. Once it was on, she brought the speed up to a peaceful running speed and she started running.
After about forty minutes she looked down at the amount she had run and had realized she had almost ran three and a half miles. She reached out and turned the machine off. She hadn't ran that much since she did cross country in high school. She actually surprised herself for running that far. When the machine stopped. She stopped her legs and then got down from the machine. When she stepped down, she felt her legs wobble a little bit and she started walking towards something that would work her arms out. She was good on her legs, so all she needed was to work on her arms.
Reaching a machine where she pulled the weight down, she started doing some sets. When she finished the sets, she got up and walked over to the radio, turning it off and heard the silence in the room come back. She turned and headed for the door of the gym. She reached her hand out to open the door and noticed just how sweaty her body was. Reaching her arm up, she swiped the sweat from her head and then rubbed her sweaty arm on her teeshirt. She could still feel her heart rate beating quickly, but it was slowly coming down to normal. Exiting the room, she walked down the hallway, feeling the soreness that the mat on the treadmill did to her feet. She winced slightly with each step, but was glad she couldn't feel that pain in her leg anymore.
As she was walking down the hallways, she thought she should make Zakhary some breakfast. He was treating her better then she thought he would and she wanted to show him her thankfulness for what he has done. Walking down the doors and down numerous hallways, she finally found the kitchen. Walking in, she gaped at the near size of it and was instantly bombarded by a maid. "Hello dear, are you hungry?" She asked in a sweet voice. She nodded to the question. "Yes, but I was thinking I could make some breakfast for Zakhary and I?" She asked in more of a question then a statement. The lady nodded and then brought her over to where all the food was located. "You can use anything here. We should have anything that you want to make and if not we can go get some real quick." She smiled and allowed the girl to do what she wanted. While Brayla went around looking to see what she could make, the maid went and told the chefs what she was going to do and to help if she needed anything.
As Brayla looked, she pulled out and packet of bacon, sausage, and a few eggs. Along with those, she pulled out a roll of biscuits. Setting the oven, she put the biscuits on a tray and placed them in the oven to cook when it got hot. While waiting for the biscuits to be done, she started to fry up everything else. She hopped that he would eat some of this. If not she could eat it. 
(◡_◡) (◕-◕) (◕o◕) (∩_∩) (-`ω´- ) (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀＜●) &_&
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 8:46 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxZakhary Zalachenko ┅┅┅┅┅ ♑ ¸ xxxxxxxto be free means to take responsibility, and prepare yourself for what's to come xxxx▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅
I see the spine of the world, sparkle and shine. Light the inside! Zakhary's phone screamed. Zakhary groaned from the bed as he crawled to his desk. A loud thump was audible as Zakhary dropped unto the floor. Reaching desk, the male fumbled for his phone. At this point he was acting like his drunk brother rather than a sleep drunk man. Seeing the caller Id, Zakhary answered. Zakha-AAAAHHHH-ry here. Zakhary said as he yawned. Zakhary it's Dmitri. I don't know how to say this. You're father is dead. Dmitri said. Zakhary's eyes didn't move but his voice wavered. He was acting. I swear to ******** christ Dmitri. where's alister? Wheres your father? Zakhary said as he rose to his feet. Alister's been shot. Zakhary bolted for the door. Rushing down the stairs, dmitri kept talking. We were flanked by some black van. Alister got out to confront them, and they opened fire. I'm on the corner of fifth and may. My brother's on his way with the Camerata. Zakhary slammed a button on the wall as he landed from his short jump on the stairs. Sirens began to blare around the house. Grabbing a pistol and rifle from a wall panel, the male grabbed and equipped what he could. This wasn't a drill. This wasn't suppose to happen. Seeing the door open, and a familiar face, Zakhary tossed a rifle to them. Lock and Load. Alister's been shot. Listen up! Zakhary screamed as he slammed the butt of his rifle into a wooden staricase. As of this moment Mr Zalachenko is thought to be dead. At midnight today all favors and debts are null and void. Midnight! Until then Nothing changes. Advokat and Myself are to be the sole Heirs to the Zalachenko fortune. Alert Ms. Zalachenko! Do not let anyone in or out of the house! Do I make Myself Clear? Seeing the servants nod, Advokat grabbed a pistol from the panel and cocked it. I should thank you. Being in the hospital made this all the more eaiser. Advokat muttered. Zakhary grabbed Advokat by the collar. Alister has been shot. Zakhary barked. Advokat's eyes widened. Nodding, Zakhary grabbed the keys to the black SUV. Take the Acura. I'll take the SUV. I'll Pick up Dmitri while you grab Alister and Dad. Ymir is on his way with the camerata.
Zakhary rushed past the kitchen as he entered the garage. Starting the Black SUV, The male sat there for a second. I'll kill them all. Zakhary growled as he opened the garage door and kept pace with the Acura NSX. Turning on fifth, the male kept his eyes open. Gun fire was audible a few blocks away. Seeing Dmitri and a male, Zakhary stopped and helped them intot he SUV. Dmitri whose the wounded? Astratov. I'll take him to the Hospital. Find your father. Ymir's trying to find mine.
Zakhary saw the SUV sped off as he reloaded his rifle. It's fine. I've done this thousands of times. It's a routine search and destroy. I've done it hundred of times with Alister. Search and Destroy. Sprinting down, the male kept his eyes open for rifles or pistols. Seeing a male with a mask on, Zakhary opened fire. Taking cover,t he male eliminated the small party as he kept moving. Another four blocks. firing more bullets, the male made remarkable distance. One block. Seeing the exploded limo, the male alsoo saw two other males there. Ymir and Advokat. Calling out, Zakhary stood next to them. Ymir left a few minutes ago. Took Astratov to the ER. Any word on Alister or Our Dads?
Dad's are dead. Alister's MIA. See the SUV over there. Meant to be the convoy while the limo played decoy. Except it was attacked first. The foot prints move west, but then stop in a pool of blood. Ymir said as he walked around looking. This doesnt make sense. How does someone survive an explosion?
Zakhary waited for the Police to arrive with Ymir and Advokat. Giving the routine excuse the males Saulted. Advokat spoke, Sorry Sir! We're part of the Security team that was with Mr Zalachenko and Mr Astra. We Eliminated the stragglers and secured the area. The police didnt even bat an eye. The three walked off until they reached their escorts. Splitting up, the males were sent home.
Zakhary reloaded the firearms as he entered the home. s**t isnt normal Advy. Zakhary said remarking about the foot prints. Nothing we can do. Ales is comming back tomorrow. Except maybe she wont. all the servants leave today. Debts are paid off. Zakhary nodded as he walked up the stairs, rifle in hand. Entering his room, he saw two servants staying with Brayla. Clear the room. Zakhary ordered. the servants left, taking a firearm with them. <******** hell. Zakhary said as he sat down at his desk. None of this made sense. Alister was missing, His father was dead, whish was suppose to happen, and a missing stranger with a pool of blood there. The police would do their jobs. He would get answers soon enough. Seeing Brayla eyeing his rifle, the male took out the magazine and put it on top of the cupboard. there was an attack downtown. My father died. so did another wealthy man. A week from now me and the other family will settle what needs to be done. all debts are paid off for the servants. The help ca leave if they choose, though many will not. Me and Advokat intent to run the family the same way dad did. You're family will be moved closer to the plaza.
Zakhary rose from his desk and chair and noted how Brayla was smaller than him. He seemed taller, probably his shoulders being wider for some reason. Walking over to his arranged fiancee, the male noted the guaze needed changing. Calling the doctor, the male saw the gaze replaced, and the stitches heal for the most part. Seeing the doctor leave, the male sat on his bed. No one leaves or enters. We cant take any chances.
Zakhary held brayla in his arms as he tried his best to calm her down. This was all new to her, and it was all too familiar to him. You can leave as well. The papers were suppose to go in the first of next month. You're family's debt has been paid off.
Saying deby obviously made questions pop up for her. You father was a rash man. Beat his wife, Drank like hell, gambled his saivngs away. Came to my father for help a few years ago. Alister spent one week getting your father straight. IOne week was equivalent to four years of rehab. You were barely tn at the time. I was twelve. You father thanked mine, but mine wanted something in return. You father had no money left. You guys were barely living by. Then my father made a deal. You hand in marriage for support and debts paid off. You would either marry Advokat or Me. My father chose me, as Advokat saw no interest in girls. He swung in all directions while i swung straight. Now that me and Advokat remain, we decide who gets the fortune a week from now. He'll probably split it seventy thirty in his favor. But thats more than enough for me.
Zakhary wasnt even touching Brayla at this point. he was at his desk, waiting for Braya to either implode or explode.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 12:00 pm
Hey baby even though I hate ya! I wanna love ya I want you! And even though I can't forgive you I really want ta I want you! Tell me, tell me baby Why can't you leave me? Cause even though I shouldn't want it I gotta have it I want you! Head in the clouds Got no weight on my shoulders I should be wiser And realize that I've got One less problem without ya! I got! One less problem without ya! I got! One less problem without ya! I got one less, one less problem One less problem without ya I got! One less problem without ya! I got! One less problem without ya! I got one less, one less problemI know you're never gonna wake up I gotta give up But it's you! I know I shouldn't ever call back Or let you come back But it's you! Every time you touch me And say you love me I get a little bit breathless I shouldn't want it But it's you! Head in the clouds Got no weight on my shoulders I should be wiser And realize that I've got (-`ω´- ) (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀＜●) &_& (◡_◡) (◕-◕) (◕o◕) (∩_∩)
Brayla pulled the pa ket of bacon apart and started to cook it. She made sure that she wasn't getting anything on herself and made sure that no grease came out and splatter her, bring her. That was the last thing she needed after she had cut her leg open. Pulling the last of the bacon out of the pan with a fork, she heard the oven go off. Walking over to it, she pulled the biscuits out and placed them down on the over top to cool off. Reaching out, she turned the oven off and then went back to putting the food she made on plates. She made enough food she both Zakhary, herself, and some of the maids. Walking over to the tray of biscuits, she picked one up blowing on his softly. Working out earlier had made her hungry. She could eat one before Zakhary. As Brayla's mouth connected with the hot piece of bread, loud sirens filled her ears. They were so loud to her, that she had to place her hands over her ears the keep the sound out. "What is that?" She asked no one in particular as she looked around the room. While her eyes scanned over the doorway, she saw someone run past the door and she rushed to see who it was. By the time she reached the door and looked in the direction the person went, no one was there.
Feeling a soft hand on her shoulder, Brayla jumped in the air and spun around to see who was there. It was one of the maids looking at her was a concerned face. Uncovering her ears, Brayla was about to speak, but the maid hurried and spoke before her. "Do not be alarmed Ms. Zalachenko, but we need to move you to your room. Mr. Zalachenko wants to make sure you are safe. He will tell you what is going on when he gets back." She said as she ushered a frightened Brayla from the kitchen walls and up the stairs.
As they were walking up the stairs to the room Zakhary and her share, Brayla watched as people were frantically running through the halls. Reaching the end of the hallway, Brayla was quickly ushered into the room. When she walked into the room, she noticed that there was already two servants in the room waiting. This whole situation was confusing her. Where was Zakhary? She wondered to herself as she felt one of the servants walk over to her and walk her to the bed. Sitting her down, they told her that it will all be alright. She nodded her head and realized that she still had the biscuit in there hand. she put it up to her mouth and ate it. She really didn't know what to do because this had never happened since she had been there.
"Ms. Zalachenko, you must take a shower. You look like you have ran a marathon." One of the servants spoke as Brayla was staring off into space. Nodding her head, she got up and walked over to her dresser. She reached in and pulled out a full set of clothes, which consisted of a pair of exercise pants and a teeshirt. She walked over to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Laying her clothes on the counter, she stripped of her clothes in got into the shower after turning it on. She took her time in the shower, hoping that by the time she got out that Zakhary would be back by the time she got out. She took her time washing her hair and then washing her body. When she reached her leg, she looked down and noticed that she never actually took the bandage on her leg off. She wasn't supposed to get it wet, but she didn't know where to get a new one. She will need to ask Zakhary because she will really need to change it now. When she was finished with her shower, she turned the water off and grabbed a towel that was placed in there after she must of forgot one when she came in here. Drying herself off, she got dressed and brushed her hair. She didn't really need to do anything other then brush her hair because with what was happening going on, they wouldn't go anywhere.
When she finished, she grabbed all of her dirty clothes and the towel, walking out of the bathroom and across the room, she placed the stuff in a hamper. When they were placed in there, she turned and looked around the room, noticing that Zakhary was still not there. She sighed and went and sat down on the bed. She was happy that the sirens stopped, but she had a feeling a worry. She couldn't pin point why she had that feeling, but she knew it was there. "Ms. Zalachenko maybe you can watch something and get your mind off of what is going on. I can tell something in bothering you." The older servant said and Brayla nodded her head. She still wasn't used to being called Ms. Zalachenko, but she will get used to it. While one servant helped Brayla to lean her back against the wall, the other grabbed the laptop that Brayla brought. She turned it on and then pulled up Netflix. When it was there, she picked a random movie because she couldn't focus on anything when Zakhary was outside with whatever was going on.
As she was watching the movie, the two servants stayed with her. When the movie ended, she turned her computer off and one of the servants took it, placing it on the dresser. Just as she sat back down, Brayla heard the door open and Zakhary walking in holding a gun in his hand. She heard his voice, but didn't register what he had said because she was relieved that he was okay. Brayla watched as Zakhary walked over to his desk and sat down. Brayla stilled looked at the gun confused as to what actually happened when the sirens went off. When he had started talking, she listened to him because he was telling her what had happened. When she heard that his father had died, she felt her spirits sink. Even though she didn't like the man for putting her into an arranged marriage, no one deserved to have their father die when they weren't ready. When she heard that her parents would be moved closer she smiled at that. She was happy that she wouldn't have to go to far now to visit them.
Watching Zakhary stand up, she watched him as he walked closer to her and stopped when he looked at her leg. Before she could tell him that it needed changed, he heard her call the doctor. He knew what she needed before she could even tell him. Not too long after he called the doctor, did the door to their room open. Watching the doctor walk over to her, she felt him pull the bandage off and she bit her bottom lip to stop any noise that would come out otherwise. She smiled at the doctor when he placed a new bandage on and then walked out of the room. She made sure to thank him before he was out of the room.
When the doctor left, she felt the bed dip and she eyes move over to where it was dipped. Her eyes landed on a resting Zakhary and she smiled softly at him. When she heard him say that no one can leave or enter the house, she nodded her head. Opening her mouth to ask him something, it was quickly shut when she felt him pull her into his arms. Once she was in his arms, she felt her body relax. She really wanted to know how he could cause her body to do that. Hearing say that she could leave if she wanted to, it had her shaking her head no. When she heard that her parents had a debt, her head stopped moving and she looked at him with confusion clear in her eyes. Her parents had never mentioned a debt. She was sure her mother would of told her that they had some sort of debt, or she would of heard her parents talking about it sometime. Her parents weren't very good at keeping anything to themselves and Brayla usually found out about it some time. What was he talking about debt?
Hearing his voice again, she listened and was confused as to everything he was saying about her family. Her father never hit her mother. Knowing her mother, she would of left her father if he ever hit her. She knew that her father frank, but he was getting better at it. He hadn't drank for a long time. When he had said she was only two, maybe that made sense, but it still didn't say why her mother would stay with her father if he had hit her. When he mentioned that her parents had no money and that her father gave her hand away because of money, she felt her hand clench. When he was finished talking, Brayla looked and saw that he wasn't holding her anymore. She never noticed he wasn't because she was thinking too hard about what he had said.
She looked at Zakhary and opened and closed her mouth numerous times. She just couldn't find her words. She couldn't believe that he father would of ever done that. No wonder her mother was so close to her. It was because of all of this. She knew it was going to come. She took a deep breath and looked down. She didn't want to deal with this right now. Standing up she walked over to Zakhary and grabbed his hand. "Come with me." She said as she put a little pressure into her pulling as to tell him that she wanted him to come with her. She needed to think of something else or she was going to explode. She could feel a lot of anger running through her body and doing something that will get her mind off of it hopefully will help. Knowing how her attitude is, she will probably explode later when everything gets to her. At the moment she was more or less struck by the news he had told her.
(◡_◡) (◕-◕) (◕o◕) (∩_∩) (-`ω´- ) (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀＜●) &_&
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