In My Dreams // Kol Mikaelson

PROLOGUE

Sophia Lockwood stumbled down the road towards Mystic grill. She was currently off her face high after spending the night with Vicki Donovan again. Not a wise choice now that she looks back on it.

That night, her father was hosting a celebratory party due to the fact that he had just been elected Mayor of their shitty little town.

Sophia loathed these kind of things, she had to stand all night and smile, and pretend that their family was nothing but perfect. It was far from it.

Her father was aggressive, all the Lockwood's were, but he was violent. His ambitions to be Mayor, to have power overruled any concerns of being a good father. Sophia had been slapped, kicked, choked, anything you can think of.

He was easier on Tyler. In his defence, Tyler was the easier child. He did decent in school and was captain of the football team. He also was easier to manipulate into doing the things his father wanted than Sophia.

Sophia on the other hand, was a druggie, antisocial problem child. She did horribly in school, mostly because she was too high to stay awake. She lashed out, getting into fights, usually ones that Tyler started but couldn't finish.

Now their mother was a shallow woman. She loved being the trophy wife, the leader of the fundraisers. Carol was obsessed with portraying the picket fence family image that other people were jealous of. Even if it were at the expense of her own children.

Sophia knew her condition was going to upset her father, subconsciously that's probably why she did it. She was a petty child, who liked to rock to boat even if it cost her a bruised cheek.

As she approached the grill, she saw her father standing outside. He was waiting for her. She was about to back out and walk in the other direction, go anywhere that he wasn't, when spotted her. Too late to back out now.

"Where have you been?" He stormed up to her, anger present on his face. Sophia knew she was supposed to be here 30 minutes ago, but she couldn't bring herself to leave Vicki and the little bubble she had made for herself away from her family.

She doesn't help herself when it comes to her father, its almost as if she goes out of her way now to infuriate him. Although, even if she acted like the best daughter in the world and was there for him always he would still find a fault in her.

She found that keeping the conversation to a minimum was the best way to get off without a beating.

"With friends." She spoke quietly, not to rile him up any further.

He looked at her in silence, as if he was studying her. He knew Sophia got high but it doesn't mean he hates it any less. Especially on such an important night to him.

"Look at me." Sophia kept her eyes glued to the floor, she knew what she was doing was wrong, that she shouldn't be putting this shit into her body, but it's the only way she felt something other than pain.

Deep down Sophia knew that there was a part of her that took the drugs at such a rapid rate because it would annoy her father, and he deserves to feel the discomfort after what hes done to her and the family.

On the other hand Sophia was hoping that one day her body would give up and she wouldnt have to live in this world anymore.

Richard reached forwards and grabbed her chin with his hand, forcing the girls face up to his, looking into her eyes for signs of drug use. Sophia shoved his hand away, her body heating up with anger with the way he so carelessly touches her.

"Get off of me!" She sneered. Sophia doesnt know if it is the drugs but sometimes she gets so angry.

Not just at her father but anything that moves, she could be walking through school and someone could bump into her sending her body on fire, she felt like her nerves were burning inside her and all she wanted to do was fight.