song: story of my life by one direction
Skye Knight
I stand in front of the mirror, looking at my plain face and lifeless blue eyes. My waist-length brown hair that was usually wavy was a knotted mess on top of my head.
I noticed the small cut on my right cheek was slowly healing. I looked at my body, painted with scars and bruises and so extremely thin you'd think I'm malnourished, praying that I would have a better life. That I deserve to be happy. I won't live scared for the rest of my life. I will be happy and I will find my life purpose. I used to pacify myself multiple times a day telling myself that things would get better. The only reason I'm thankful for the Knights is because they let me complete one degree. I finished my education in Modern Languages. Not trying to boast but I was a brilliant student and I always topped. The only reason the Knights paid my college tuition was so that they could get rid of me for the mornings. And also because I got an 85% scholarship. I didn't care though, it was my only escape route. I was going to build my career and leave the Knight mansion. However, my plans were crushed when I found out I was to get married.
Meet my so-called parents, Mr and Mrs Knight. They co-own Knight Industry, a successful yet not so successful tech company. They are rather stuck up and snobby with a lot of attitude. It, however, didn't affect me, at first. To me, it was like an escape from the hellhole people call an orphanage. At first, I didn't mind that my new "parents" were stuck up. I was adopted by them at the age of 19. Yes, I know that I am legally an adult and can inherit my parents' belongings and live alone, but I don't know who they are. The Knights always complained about my behaviour and what I wore or how I looked but I never paid attention to it as I was already very used to it. Although, a few months later, I realised that the Knights were major alcoholics. They would come back from work and drink until they pass out, paying no heed to me. How it went unnoticed by me is still a wonder.
Until one night, 3 years ago. It was 2 months after I moved in and it was one of the worst nights I had in the Knight mansion. David or Mr Knight as I'm supposed to call him, came home drunk without his wife. I was in the kitchen cooking dinner for them when I heard the door open and the sound of some glass shattering. The next thing I knew, David's hands were around my waist and I could feel his breath on my neck. That was the night my life took a turn for the worst again. Since that night, I was repeatedly abused and hit. David always had his way with me. He burnt my hand on the stove on multiple occasions, and have been left without food for days on end when I would do something he didn't appreciate. His wife, Julia, soon found out about what David was doing to me, and instead of confronting him, she joined him in assaulting me. I started finding comfort in smoking and occasionally drinking and running away from reality. But of course, I made sure to never let the Knights find out and I made sure to never take any of their liquor bottles as I had no intention of getting more punished than I already do. I was high all the time, finding that my only escape for now.
Blaze Caddel
I sat in my office, going through the meeting pointers while my phone buzzed. I glanced at my phone and saw that my dad was ringing me. I put the call on speaker when the loud booming voice of my father came through. "Hello, son. How's work going? Been too busy to meet your old man?" he teased over the line. "Hey dad, yeah it has been a hectic week. how are you and how is mom?"
"She is good son, misses you a lot," Hearing my dad say that caused pain in my chest. My dad and I continued to have small talk and he ended the call by informing me that I was to go for dinner along with them and my brother to meet a company that needed investors.
My parents, Jake and Gina Caddel are one of the most feared billionaires. They have a hard exterior but are extremely soft and squishy. My parents are my favourite people and I adore them. I bury myself in work so I don't get a lot of time for them. People find me to b extremely arrogant, but what can I say, I am. I don't have time for unnecessary work and I don't believe in love. I haven't had a girlfriend since high school. It's a waste of time that leaves your heartbroken. Although my parents are trying to prove me wrong. They have been married for 32 years now and still absolutely adore each other.
I do have a fair share of girls I fuck around with but it's no strings attached from both ends. I realized that girls use me only for my money. My brother, on the other hand, is a sweetheart. Everybody loves him. He is every girls heartthrob but like me, he doesn't date. My brother and I aren't close. At all. We both have different views on life ad we live our lives differently.
I took over CaddelTech at the age of 21, 4 years ago, after my father decided it was time for him to retire and spend more time with his love. I adore my family and wouldn't change my family for the world. I couldn't be happier with the life I live. I'd do anything to see my parents happy and to a certain level even my brother. My parents keep on telling me to settle down now, "The good ones will be gone if you don't start looking for them right now." they said and I quote. I however am not very keen on it as
1. I don't love
2. girls think they love me but in reality, they love only my money
3. I don't have time.
I would love to make my parents happy but this situation is out of my hands. And besides, I know that I would treat my future wife like trash. Use and Throw
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hii, these were just brief intros to the characters. You'll get to know more about them as the story progresses!
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