After dinner, father and Mr bloodhound acquired into the study to crack the deals. Layla had walked back to her room leaving me alone with her sons, the idea intrigued me and it felt dangerous and horrible to be with them. No matter if Daniel's words had made me trust him a little bit but his brother, his elder brother, who was wearing a scowl throughout the dinner and who kept glancing at me with that sinful eyes my stomach churned with anticipation and worry. It wasn't like I wasn't prepared, if he would attack me,I would break his fingers and kick him away if he tried to come near me. That was what I thought would do but I was wrong .daniel took us to the compounds 'after much convincing.
The compound was a sort of an open area where training centers were built up to each level, which was much likely to be called a torture center. where the men working under the mafias were trained to kill, defend and torment to be at their best so that they were heartless beasts at last.
Daniel and I kept wandering around, him telling me how and where people trained for certain things, while Esteban kept following us from a distance but that scowl never left his face.
"That's dark" I commented on something he'd told me was a punishment for not conveying the orders.
"Are you afraid of the dark?" He asks innocence coating his words.
"I won't tell that, especially when I dont trust any of you, i might be killed at any second and I won't know," I explain to him.
Daniel stops walking, and I look at him to see him surprised at my words.
"Oh hell, you can trust me with shit, you are my first girlfriend after all.." He gave a lopsided grin.
" I am no one's girlfriend" shifting my attention to Esteban I see his eyes lighting up the dark and the scowl now leaving its traces, he runs a hand through his hair, untidy but beautiful, forming tiny waves at the ends, and I switch my eyes back at Daniel.
"..and I know you will become dark, if not now but surely in the future".
" I won't be dark to you, never" he enhances the 'never' assuring me,
that was a relief.
the moment I knew I made a friend. what I didn't know at that moment was that I had made a hell of an enemy at the same time.
When all three of us returned to the main building, waiting for our fathers to return. I pushed up my hair to tie them in a bun and settled down on the nearest couch. Daniel left to attend a call.
And my heart beat drops
Being left alone with a killer wasn't thrilling at all.
I looked over my shoulder only to find the exact person striding towards me.
My heartbeat shot up faster than it had dropped a second back.
My brain and nerves wrecking, fear and despise bubbling up in my chest with each step he took.
Then in a matter of seconds, he was standing right in front of me close, close to me, really close, I could feel the hair on my body tingling the skin with anticipation, and my eyes snapped to him just to meet that Icy, wild-eyed state, brows drawn together questionably and then squirts them at me.
His cologne got into my lungs, and straight to my mind. my hands find their way to I'd get with the bracelet on my wrist.
God no panic attacks right now, please.
His eyes roam over my face to distinguish my expressions the eyes piercing through me, moving to my hands making me more nervous than ever, then switching back at me.
"What are you trying to comprehend?" A sinful voice rang in my ears.
"Excuse me?" I whisper confused.
"Stop disrespecting my family in my house" eyes normally switching from mine to the bracelet and again and again.
"Pardon me, Mr disgusting you are being delusional " bringing up my hands at either side and tightening my fists.
This idiot
"Next time you don't make faces at the food that is served at my table and you don't undervalue my brother" pointing his finger at me.
" next time? You think very highly of yourself"
"I would make sure I don't find myself in any circumstances to be at any table near you ever again" gritting my teeth I tell him.
The color of his eyes poured into the pupils, the amber and obsidian at a fight inside those orbs.
"That would be a quite challenging, princess " his face brightened.
" you don't get to boss me around here or anywhere else" I struggled. A wicked expression crept up on his face. I waited for a reply but I was never met with any.
He left
The muscles of his back flexed under the shirt, and I care to admit that if this man had a shirt temper I would be lying dead at the doorway of this very house, but I wasn't dead yet.
I made up my mind to pull up challenges that I knew would result in bad encounters.
And I knew that I was doomed.
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As I stood at the railing of the balcony, cold air hitting my hair, the sound of the waves playing soft songs in my ears. I closed my eyes thinking about how easier my life would be if I only would do whatever I wanted than do things to please everyone. most of the time royals are expected to set a frame for the locals and they are endangered for each of their acts and the hypocrisy of the people. royals are also humans and aren't they?
Putting up high expectations from someone else while you do was point them out.
It burned. It burned my chest and the sound of rattling tables was all over my mind.
Opening my eyes I looked around to see if the hotel room was attacked, but it was empty my head was hurting like hell. Picking up my phone I called my father. He picked up at the third ring.
"Abi, I am not feeling well"
"I'll be sending you home just pack up your things"
" I am going home right now I can't pick up things when my head hurts like hell," I tell him.
" my heart, do you need me to call a doctor if it's hurting that bad?" he asked with concern.
"No Abi I'll be just fine"
I end the call and head toward the lounge area.
I reached the door and clicked it open, my eyes betraying my vision to see upright, my stomach grinding, running down the stairs I bumped into something so solid, I couldn't figure out but after realizing some voices the only thing I could make kit was that it was a man wearing a uniform, must be a guard. My eyes were drugged to sleep when I glanced at end of the staircase and finally, my eyes fell shut. looking away from the honey dripping into obsidian and the dark alleys away from home and I lost my conscience.
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I stared back at the ceiling, every inch every part perfectly aligned, the moment I woke up, I knew this was one of the many waves of panic attacks I have had since mom left. and I thought that I had overcome whatever happened about seven years ago, but it fits in my memory.
Quitting the therapy sessions and the medications was a stupid act, and it triggered my overthinking I knew Abi was going to be furious.
I closed my eye once again just to feel surreal.
