LA BAISE

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Family.

Something you never understood, but you assumed that was the same for everybody.

That's what you always told yourself. That way you could stop crying to yourself at sleep at night, or stop having expectations for your mother and father, that way you could ease the disappointment in your heart.

It was like your coping mechanism.

You were always told that you had no relatives, no cousins, no in-laws, your grandparents were dead, and that was the rest of it. Any questions would be another reason to lock you in your room till you cried for forgiveness. Your father and mother were all the people you had in this strange place called life. Despite that, they were rarely there. Your father was always at work, and your mother was either partying or shopping.

Their marriage was dead. No love, no passion, no anger, no grudges. It was just..nothing. Like an empty white room, void and silent.

You hoped that one day when you're older, they would reconcile with you as their support.You would do your part as a good daughter and bring them together, remind them or their good times together, and hopefully it'll be the start of something new, something wonderful. Hoping it would be the start of healing for them, and for you too. That way you could ease the little girl inside you, that always craved for their genuine love.

Until they died.

Then all you had was Marco. Your bodyguard who cared for you like a brother would for their little sister. He looked out for you, played with you, listened to you, and was really the only person in that house that treated you like an actual person.

He often talked about his highschool days. Where he would sit in the art room all day, and just paint his heart away on a canvas. He could paint for hours and hours and would never get bored. Other times when you and him would have drawing time together, you would catch glimpses of his artistic skills.

He always said that if he wasn't so poor growing up, he would've went to art school and become a painter. Then he would painted all sorts of landscapes and portraits, and hone his skills to try and capture their beauty just by the use of a paint brush. The way he could go on and on about his favorite paintings, his favorite artists, his favorite techniques and favorite paints, you could tell that he genuinely loved art and wanted to pursue it.

Sadly life didn't go like that, and he joined the Marines when he graduated highschool, and was too busy with work to ever try again. Only ever doing a few doodles on napkins here and there.

You promised him that one day when you're older, and when your father passes the position of CEO to you, you would send him to the most prestigious art institute in the world.You'd cover all the expenses, and give him the chance to put down the guns, and enjoy doing what he loves.

He always smiled when you said that..a sweet, sad smile. As if he thought it was nothing but sweet words from a child that would soon be forgotten, but you never did forget. You genuinely meant what you said, and decided that the best way to prove him wrong, was to do it. You intended to keep your promise, no matter what.

Until he died.

And then there was you.

The only child, and daughter to the prestigious (L/N) law cooperation.

A naive, oblivious, ignorant, 19 year old that was mostly locked away in her home growing up. Only ever leaving a few times, and when you did leave, it was under strict supervision by your mother, or countless guards following after you like ducks.

You were oblivious, naive, and innocent. You had never been independent before, and it was suddenly thrown in your face after so many years of isolation.