𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 {Discontinued}

𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕? •11•

• Ivina Kuznetsova •

"Never been to Denver you know." He spoke for literally the millionth time now. It was getting annoying now. "Yeah figured your more of a Manchester guy." I give him a massive sarcastic smile. He rolls his eyes in response. "That's rude love." I mock him as we enter the Taxi he had reserved for us.

"Cut it out." He growled making me chuckle. He has such a bad habit of thinking people will listen to him..specifically me. "Awh, someone getting upset?" I smirk putting one leg over another. He shook his head and let out a deep sigh then remained quite.

"You're miss Nicholson I presume?" The driver speaks up which honestly confused me, and shocked me. I look at Isaiah who was smirking for no reason. But he clearly had nothing to do with it. "Kuznetsova." I correct him bluntly keeping my temper locked away.

"Oh right, it's just Sir Nicholson does not really bring any woman to his penthouse here." He explained himself and I simply nod. Right that makes sense, he seems like that type of guy.
"Shutup Luke." Isaiah didn't seem pleased with the information given out. I smirk in amusement.

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"Never been yet you have a marvellous penthouse here?" I raise an eyebrow as we enter the place. It was beautiful. Main colours were black and gray, some white shit too.
It was the living room which had a massive window open to the beautiful city. There was lots of plants which seemed fake. Guess he's a plant person. There were lots of paper work on the coffee tables and the kitchen counter which had an opening to lookout on the living room.

"Didn't expect us to sleep on the streets did you?" He laughs as he dropped the keys on the little counter beside the door and took off his suit blazer. "Eh, done it once." I shrug and take off my red heels. Man these fuckers are a pain.

"Mommy and daddy are away on holiday, I want the house to myself." He pushed me out as I land on the floor. I'm 8...what am I meant to do? "So I'm gonna sleep on the streets..? You can't do that!" I get back up and stand facing him. "Really cute, but no." He went back in and shut the door.

I was left on the dark streets of Russia. At 8. It isn't safe. It's never safe. What do I do? I only had me, and Angelica. My teddy bear! I mean she was always there for me..unlike anyone else. I started walking around the area. The sky was dim. Scary. No stars in sight. Momma always tells me. "A star is the sign of safety, may you never stumble across the sky where a star is never seen" and honestly, it scares me now I look it at.

I spot a ripped up coach that looks somewhat..sleep-able. It'll do the night. I lay down and cuddle Angelica. She was my safe zone. Comfort zone. Maybe it'll be okay..I'll be home by tomorrow...right?

"You can have the room beside mines." He began unbuttoning his shift. Bitch how am i meant to know which room is yours? Whatever. I simply nod and find an excuse to look away. "Come on love, whats so bad about me?" He spoke and I could HEAR the smirk.
"I don't know...probably because you've tried killing me." I turn around with the glass of water I had just filled for myself.
"It won't hurt to forget about it you know." He shakes his head. It won't hurt.

"What are you doing..?" I woke up to a man staring at me. The sun had came up but the sky was still grayish and foggy. "Shhh..it's okay, it won't hurt." He began to undress me as he covered my mouth. I tried. I really did. I tried to fight back but what can I do? He's in his 40's? And I'm just a useless little girl as he likes to say.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I heard Erik's strong deep voice roar as he grabbed the man and began punching him nonstop. I began crying as I covered myself with my clothes. I was scared. Of what could've happened. Erik was here now though.

The guy had now passed out and was bleeding like crazy. I stared at the blood in amusement. I always liked blood. On people who deserve it. "Come here love, I'm so sorry." Erik picked me up and covered me with his coat. Apart from the monster is..there's times where he, cares. "No one is touching my little sister." He kisses my head.

"Yeah somethings aren't to be forgot." I thought then walked past him and went on the hunt to find the room he was on about. There was I think, 7 rooms in the entire place? Let's check this room. I open the door to reveal a black and gray room. Black bedding, gray wooden walls. That's his room.
I close the door and go to two rooms beside it.

The one of the left, his office. Basic. Messy. Eh. The one next to it is...my room. Great. It's red. At least he knows what I like. I enter and shut the door. I sit on the bed letting out a sigh that I think I'v been holding in for a while. It's so tiring. Doing this. Going along with this.
I'm actually gonna go crazy from all of this.

I mean I guess I get to kill him at the end of this? Right? Right?

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"You cook?" I walk into the kitchen where he was making some sort of food. Couldn't tell. Never seen it. He hummed a 'mhm' in response. I look through the cabinets one by one trying to figure out where he hid the alcohol or even cigarettes, I forgot to bring mines.

"In the cabinet under the mirror in the living room." He guessed what I was looking for and I go to where he told it'd be. I look through. Half of this is fucking gin and whiskey. "Any vodka?" I groan in disappointment then stand up as I squatted down while I was looking.

"At the back." He yells back from the kitchen. I shove my hand in there trying to search for it. I literally know the feeling of the vodka cap. I grab it and pull it out trying not to pull the rest out with me. I flick the cap off and take a massive gulp as I stand in front of the window looking out onto the city.

It was peaceful. Very peaceful. I haven't slept. I mean we arrived here at 6 am. I haven't really been in the mood to sleep, my thoughts have just been getting the best of me. It's been stressful, knowing I'll see Erik again, knowing I'm literally living with a stranger, knowing that every dark memory of my past is flushing back.

And it is tempting, to erase him out my life. To actually kill him instead of faking it. But I'm not sure if that would ever be the right thing to do. I'm not sure if I could possibly do it.
"Are you hesitant?" I felt a voice speak from behind me. I could feel the warm presence.
I scoff but it was mixed with a chuckle.
"That I'm gonna kill my brother?" I question turning around as our faces seemed to be closer than I thought they would be.

"The old me? Hell she'd not even think about it."

"Me now? She thinks of the moment every night." I lie.

"We all have our reasons." He shrugs.

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Very short I knowww I'm sorry but I just had to do something before the crazy shit starts, bare with me!

Will Ivina hesitate? Is she even planning to do it? Read and find out!

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❦ Goodbye darlings, mwah xo ❦