Hidden - P. Parker |Book I|

60 | Disrespect

|60th chapter! Eeeeee|

Nova

Opening my eyes was immediately going on the list of 'Things I Thought I'd Never do Again'. 

At first, I couldn't feel anything. 

My entire body was numb, and I didn't even know where my fingers were. Blinding lights cascaded over me, illuminating my bare torso, my shirt almost shredded. 

I would honestly vibe with the whole crop top situation if not for the fact that I finally remembered I was almost burnt alive. 

My senses came back to me in full force, and I yelped, the cold of the metal table beneath me contrasting sharply against the burns across my bare back and sides.

All of a sudden, the door burst open, and Abaddon entered the room, his suit ditched leaving only his button-up shirt and waistcoat visible. Beside him was a boy, around the age of 18, his hair an ashy-blond color and his eye colors mismatched; right one blue, left one brown. Heterochromia. 

Abaddon barely glanced at me as he sat down on the chair beside my table, leaving the boy standing beside him. 

"Kye. Do what you need to do and get her fixed," Abaddon said, sighing as he texted away on his phone. 

Kye. 

The one who could bend blood to their will. 

I was pretty sure they went by they/them pronouns, I don't wanna disrespect them...

Was I seriously talking about disrespect while getting tossed around like a human rag doll?

I hated my guilty conscience sometimes. 

Kye walked up to me, their blue/green eyes plain and emotionless, and I flinched unknowingly as soon as they got close to me. 

"W-what do you want?" I cursed myself for stuttering and resisted gasping when their eyes met mine. 

"I will fix you, so please cooperate." A British accent swirled in their words, mesmerizing and soft yet bland. 

I was usually so willing to trust. 

So why was I so on guard now?

Why was I scared of the people in the room?

Slowly getting up, I winced as I turned around, facing my back at them. As soon as their cold hands came into contact with my skin, I yelped, shying away. 

"I'm sorry if this feels quite uncomfortable, but I promise there will be no pain. This is to only help you."

I don't believe you. 

Settling down, I bit my lip when their hands touched the bare part of my back of which the shirt had burnt off, and all of a sudden, an unknown feeling erupted as they began to lightly move their fingers, tracing them in a swift dance. Each area that made contact with their skin felt like something was moving on the inside, rushing and swirling and collecting.