Rewriting.
Book 1 of the risk series
Every love story starts with strangers,maybe friends our love story started with hate, danger, and we never knew why. Ours was impossible but somehow we tried to make it possible.
We loved each other with the...
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Kate Anna Adler
We are back in secily.
I have been locked between those 4 walls for way too long, sick of the familiar pictures filling my walls. Every picture is followed by memories.
Amazing memories, turning into terrible ones every time I look deeper through them, edging through the reality behind every one of them.
Was my mother with him through it? Did she agree with his behavior? Am I the only one in this family that doesn't know about all of it?
"The good times" I turn to the half-open door, and Andrew appears from behind it, with a gun in his hand.
My breath fastens out of nowhere...why am I scared, he is my brother.
"You know how mom acted when you didn't make it that day? Do you know how terrified she was? What would she say knowing you were sleeping between his arms like you are in love with him... in love with the enemy-"
He sits on the edge of the mattress keeping his gaze on the gun.
"-My lord I was terrified searching for you everywhere...everywhere. Your necklace was off no way to track it, didn't we have a rule for that necklace, Kate? You swore you will never remove it" he says calmly.
A Tracker?
I take a quick look at the open door.
His fast movement getting my attention once again, "Falling for a Russian, I thought better of you, Kate" I take fast steps backward as he takes slow steps towards me.
"Andrew, it's nothing close to what you think,please" my back hits the wall, the portrait on the wall hitting the ground, he lifts his gaze to mine...pain seen through his eyes.
"You betrayed us" he points at me whispering, "you betrayed our family" he screams in my face. My heart sinks as he becomes closer and closer to me.
I recognize something falling from his pocket, a pill.
"Andrew"
"You. Betrayed. Our. Family" he repeats with a loud voice.
"Don't count me in your stupid family Andrew, we might not even be blood-related!" I let out of panic.
I try to keep my gaze up and not down on the blue pill that fill from his pocket.
His eyes holding so much pain and anger staring into my soul making me want to disappear completely.
He shakes his head, "he fucked you up, your feelings for him fucked you up" he is not in his proper mind.
"Andrew you are not listening, your father is a psycho with mental issues, he has an entire story that he keeps hiding with his lies. He makes you think that everything is perfect. That he is the most innocent person ever, but in reality he is not. I saw it myself!" this is the first time I have ever referred to my father as a bad person out loud.
