"Before 𝗛𝗶𝗺"
"Before 𝙃𝙚𝙧"
"Only 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 could tell how we'd end up."
They were 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲.
The life of 𝘀𝗲𝘅 strived through 𝗵𝗶𝗺.
The life of her 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗿 strived through 𝗵𝗲𝗿.
𝗛𝗲 wasn't looking for 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 wa...
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"Killian nice to see you here." A man with salt and pepper hair and blue eyes walked up to us. Yesterday after getting things settled in my new apartment Killian took me back to his house and now we stood in a grocery store with me close to Killian's side.
"Nice to see you too Julian." Killian looks at the man blankly. I haven't been around killian longer than two in a half months and by the look on his face and by the nonexistent smile he stows that this man wasn't a friend, and Killian was about to blow.
"All is well i hop— Oh I'm sorry dear how rude of me. I'm Julian King." The man outreached his hand. My eyes widened when he said his last name was 'king' but I didn't speak knowing I'm not suppose to speak when I'm not told to in the presence of another.
I look up to Killian to see if he'd let me speak and he immediately shakes his head no. "Julian nice seeing you and all but we'll get going." Killian takes my hand in his and leads us away from the man. I hear Julian shout 'Oh come on little brother'. Before his voice became faint in the distance.
"Killian was that your brother?" I asked as i watched his body tense and his jaw clench.
Instead of answering me he kept walking until we were out of the store and into his car. I kept quiet so I won't anger him but one thing I hate is being ignored.
As we drove down it was quiet up until we drove inside the gates of his estate. We parked in front of the front door like always then gave the keys to Andrew and headed inside.
"Go up to your room." He commanded. I scuffed and planted my feet to the ground. He tilted his head narraowing his eyes at me. "Kataleya. Take your ass to your room, my last time saying it." The cold look he gave me made me want to cower away in fear, but i was mad too.
"I care." I stated. I watched as his eyes went black.
He chuckled deeply and rubbed his fingers over his beard. "Okay, you wanna play." He stepped dangerously close to me until there was no space left. "You want to get me riled up, huh?" Yes. No. Yes— no, Ah hell yes. My hormonal mind decided to go against my wishes. "Quieres jugar, vamos a jugar." My eyes went wide when he talked in a thick Spanish accent. Sadly I knew exactly what he said and was now scared of the way he looked at me, Fuck you Spanish classes.
Suddenly he grabbed me by my arm and lead us up the stairs. We walked until we got up to the door of the playroom.
Holy fuck. Run.
"Look....Killian im sorry." I trail off. "I'll go to my room."
He ignores me and unlockes the door, stepping inside he shuts the door and locks it. He lets go of my arm and continues his walk to the other side of the room. "Strip." He commands. He go's in this wardrobe-like chest and I'm mind blown with what I see.
