"Betrayal feels like being stabbed in the back."
"Scar, Scar, Scar", Dominic whistles grinning at me weirdly, "I think you're not supposed to give me any commands, princess." "Yeah, right. I forgot that I obey a prince who acts like a drunk ass king", I reply sarcastically. Protective brother.. as if. A piece of shit fits better. "You better behave, Scar", Dominic grins at me, "You wouldn't want the world to find out who actually killed your dad, right?"
"You don't know anything", I spit angrily without my mind even processing his words. I immediately defend myself. He can't just come here, try to kiss me or whatever shit he was about to do and threaten me when I don't give in.
"You're wrong. I probably know everything, sweetheart. What if I told the world that you cold-heartedly killed the magic universe's most important hero", Dominic continues pretending to read a headline, "Andreas of Erakylon fought many battles yet his own child killed him."
"You don't know shit", I repeat myself more nervously when he leans against the wall behind me with both his arms surrounding me. What's his plan? Trap me, kill me?
"You act like this sweet innocent girl, Scar, it's a shame. Did Andreas have a chance? Did Sky watch you kill his dad? Does your mother know? You know what happens when you kill someone, right? And you know what happens when you kill a hero? Solaria and Sparx have extinguished the blood witches many years ago yet you and your ancestors survived somehow."
Breathe, Scar, breathe. He can't harm you. No, he can't. He.. Yes, he can harm me. He could tell the world, he could tell the kingdoms, he could tell the citizens. No one would ever feel safe around me anymore. How could he find out? Only Saul, Sky, Riven, Stephen, mom and I know about this. And Alex. I've told him.
I've been talking to him when we've spent the weekend in the woods. Who could have told Dominic? Saul, mom and Sky would never talk to him. They know how much we dislike Daphne and everyone around her. Riven would never tell someone. Stephen wouldn't do this to me. I've known them for years. It has to be Alex. No, it can't. What if it's Alex?
"Wondering who told me?", Dominic laughs. I would love to touch his face with my fist. Strongly. Why do I feel so numb inside? Why does it tear me apart knowing that it's been Alex who fucked this up? Made me trust him and pushed a knife into my back. How could I ever trust him?
"I guess you know who it's been, hm?", Dominic whispers against my neck. God, disgusting. Why have I lost so much of my power trying to be safe for everyone else when I need it to protect myself? Where are the lightnings when I need them? By trying to be good to everyone else, I was losing myself.
"Alex had no issue talking to me about you and your dark secrets", Dominic continues, "Does Stephen know? The poor guy has been all over you and this forbidden love. Looking at you like you were the only female in the room to satisfy his needs. If I hadn't blackmailed Becca, he would have probably never touched her. Have you ever wondered if it's you who tears down everyone around you, S? Who are you ready to kill for? Yourself? Who else would you kill? Your mom? Your brother? Saul?"
"I didn't do anything", I spit at him suddenly gaining back my confidence, "I know who I am and what I do and I most certainly know that I'm a good person and I'm going to be a good queen. You, Dominic, are just a little rat trying to be someone you know you're not. So what if Alex told you anything? Do I care? Honey, I don't. I'm the crown princess of the most powerful country in the magic universe. I've got more power than Solaria and Sparx combined. So get the fuck away from me or you'll end up like all of my other enemies."
There's a hint of shock in his eyes making him back off of me. Finally. "I don't care about you or your brother. I also don't care about your parents or queen Luna. I rule this kingdom so when I say leave, you leave. When I say stay, you stay. And when I say kneel down, you kneel down, fucking bastard", I hiss at him.
For a moment, calmness surrounds us. It feels like I've won this fight. On my own, without any magic. Just me and my confident words. But soon enough Dominic claps laughing.
"Great show, Scar, great show. I'll let you think about this, alright? The more important you are, the lower you will fall. People love you now and they will send you to hell once they know what's happened. You've got 48 hours to give me a solution. I promise, we'll go through this together, alright?", Dominic grins at me laying a stray of my hairs behind my ear. "Put your disgusting hand away", I snap at him pushing his arm away, "No need to expect me soon. My people got my back." "Wish you the best, S", Dominic calls after me as I rush away.
Adrenaline has kept me strong but now that I run back to my room, I feel weak, empty inside, lonely. The only people I trust have left. Still there are so many people I hate in my home. What do I do? Do I talk to Saul or William? No, they'd be too quick to make a decision. I have to do this on my own. It's my secret, my country, my personal battle.
It's my mistake to have trusted Alex. I was blinded. I was too slow to tear Dominic down. I don't know what to do. I know that I need to clear my head first. I can't confront Alex like I'd love to, it'd cause more issues. I need to find a strategy to make sure that me and my secret is safe while I show the world the real characters in Sparx. Alex included. I should have never trusted him.
"Fuck", I shout and beat my hand against the wall. Fuck, I forgot how much power I've got. Watching my hand, I notice the keys to my car on my table. Alfea, here I come. I've fought two battles and I won two battles. I take the keys and pack a bag with some shirts and shorts and throw them into the Range Rover. Great, now that I sit in the car, my magic, more concretely small lightnings, appear and my mind plays the memory of the confrontation with Dominic all over again. I need a drink.
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SCARS AND BRUISES II fate : winx saga
FanficScar, a mark left on the skin or within body tissue where a wound, burn, or sore has not healed completely and fibrous connective tissue has developed. Scar has not yet healed completely from the wounds her family drama have given her. She has not h...