Seduction and destruction

2-It's Too Dark In Here. - Ivarsen.

Adrenaline.

That's the only thing I find exiting.
It's a fucking miracle in my situation, they say. Feeling something is impossible in my mind.

I've heard it before.

We can't get into his mind. It's too dark in there for us.

I smirk letting my breath out. It hits Indie's face again, making her foisting the book she holds tighter.

I'd lie if I say I wasn't found of it.
Making a person uncomfortable in his own flesh is a kind of game for me. Making them runaway when they cross with me. Now I'm curious when is she going to run? My fight with Graysson is one of the non ending games. From a young age we had our throats on a knife.

Looking around, seeing the lowest part of normal people is a sight of boringness. Sure I'd like to mess around and create a trouble but this becomes too pointless with them running way to fast.

I hit her with my breath again.

Again.

Just a little.

"Stop it." She spated, narrowing her eyes annoyed. I could see, very annoyed. Maybe from the last lose of her. She looked in her hook again.

I took a breath and let it.
It feels nice after the adrenaline there is my calmness, it helps me not tearing people's brain.

Or so did the doctors said.

"Stop it, Torrance.I won't say it twice." She hisses, I can't help but smirk.
"Make me." I dare her laughing dryly.
"Get a life."She points her brows.I scoff.
" Like yours? Nah, I'll pass." I shrugged.
"Don't mind his ass, Indie." I heard the annoying voice of my cousin.
Tall for her age with green eye and short black hair. She likes to call herself model dresser or diva or other shits but she's just a little girl with annoyingly big mouth.
"Why don't you rum to your big brother, hmm?" I teased looking at the fucker. It would be easier if he wasn't a cousin as well. I'd kill him in a second and bury his body for another. But then I'd have Kai Mori as an enemy, worst I'd have his wife, my father's sister as an enemy. She'd have my balls feed to her eleven dogs probably.

"Let's go Jett." Indie stood walking to her. The annoying one flipped me off as they walked to another bench.

The little fuckers went somewhere again, leaving our youngest sister.
I've told them to not let her alone with the fucking assian. I watch them. I watch him.

I despise his gaze on my sister like this.The fucker has the same gaze like mines, it's even darker one.While she speaks and laughs the fucker stares at her, while the younger brother of Indie tries to say something Madden narrows his gaze on him, like he is ready to kill him at any moment.

I looked the other way, seeing my second brother, Gunnar. He is the opposite of me. When I'm fury, he is calm. I'm fire he's water.
He was reading a book while Indie's younger sister was talking shits. Now some might think he's not listening at all but the thing about Gunnar. You need to look close enough to notice the difference between his words and movements. If it was a normal person he wouldn't notice it but I do. Whenever she stops talking, he stops turning another page.

"Gunnar!"I shout as he looked at me. I waved him to come here.He walked towards me, the girl coming after him like a rabbit.
I narrowed my eyes on her. My brother is a smart one.Unlike the stupid ones he knows when and how to choose his fights. He pushed her behind his back and whisper in her ear.

I look at one point.

Walk away. Don't come next to me before I look at you.

I found this fun fact about me when I was nine. If I focus enough I can hear exactly what I want if I'm close enough. I've never told anyone that, even the doctors that asked, even my parents. Probably Madden does it too

When she walked narrowing her eyes at me, I laughed looking at my brother.
"Seriously? This?" I throwed the cigarette and stomped it.
"What do you want?" He asked looking all bored but I know better. I know how to read as much as to make them comfortable. The problem?

He is my brother.

And this thick feeling in my mind not heart, note I don't have one.
In my mind I need to protect and respect and love my family.

"I'm off.Look after Octavia. Don't leave her alone with the fucking assistant."He looked over them.
" He is her cousin. "
" He is like me."He open his mouth but closed. I smirked and hit his shoulder.
" Exactly. "I looked over last time and walked to my motorcycle. Last time I looked over Indie. Meeting her cold gaze, narrowed one. I smirked when she flipped me off, I flipped her off too.
I stand out my helmet one.

It's funny.The most fun thing for the last twelve years. The fight that's hasn't end yet.

My motorcycle.

I'd the closest thing of me feeling alive.

The freedom I feel, that makes me feel. No one does it.

I start giving gas.

At night are the best with speed that's when you feel it.

Straddling a bike, feeling the wind against your face, hearing the roar of the engine - it's an indescribable feeling that transcends the everyday mundanity. The open road offers an escape from the constraints of our daily lives, a sense of liberation that isn't easily found elsewhere.

The Thrill.

The adrenaline rush that comes from a motorcycle ride. This thrill, this exhilaration, stimulates the release of dopamine, a neurotransmitter associated with feelings of pleasure and satisfaction. This biochemical reaction partially explains the sheer joy many riders experience.

Excitement.

The power of rush in your veins.
The full rush of excitement

Fight or fight.

I smirk giving more gas.

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