My Queen Of Blood

chapter 2: destined to live in hell

Lee SOO:

Excitement took over my veins and my desire to get to know this devil who admired my art for the first time and appreciated my passion played on my thinking..... while my father forcefully dragged me by my wrist, which I felt would break at any moment towards what I call hell for me and heaven for him .......

The basement is made with walls that insulate the sound of my voice in particular, because my mistakes are marked on my body with wounds and signs of torture with sharp tools. Yes, he calls me crazy, wondering what is wrong. He does not know that he is the reason for what I am now.

" Didn't I warn you against unleashing your psychological creativity away from people's eyes? I cannot tolerate any distortion of my image, especially since I am close to becoming president of this place""

. The father said as he directed a strong slap in the face of his girl, followed by a very offensive and hurtful phrases, describing her as an obstacle to society, and hitting her with a whip and punches that left her wounded and breathless.but did she begged for him to stop ......no she was so lost thinking about a good plans so she can get closer to the boy that made her stoned Heart beat for the first time she just want him.

     Mrs Lee opened the basement door and scanned the scene ...her lovely husband sitting trying to catch his breath while the poor girl lying on her own blood unconscious . pouring a Stoll of water on Lee Soo' face to Wake her up
""Come on brat take a shower and treat your wounds carefully......  Aaaa and make sure to cover them tomorrow when you go to school I don't need any rumours about our family bitting the shit out of there only cute bitch ""

Well that's totally a normal words to throw since she is her stepmother..

Lee soo pov

Fuck it I can't even feel my fucking feet my Head hurts like hell . They ruined my good mood talking about that he's so handsome to be a blood freak isn't he well I am a beautiful Witch too .why am I smirking in the middle of those idiots I need to get to my room as soon as possible.
Not before boiling her blood
""U piece of shit who said u have the right to treat me that way ??father isn't staying in the house the whole time u better find somewhere to hide maybe you're my next rabbit""
Wow such a gorgeous look of shock on her face I like that .

I said this while trying to get up from the ground helplessly. I know the risks of talking to her this way, but what can I do? I'm not afraid of her at all...and i am so used to my father hitting me that I have become so resistant to everything and my tears never flow, so I like to enjoy the look of terror in her eyes.
My father gave me a threatening look as I dragged myself and leaned against the wall opposite the stairs, heading towards my room. While I was on my way, my brother Jeongin rushed towards me, with a sad look on his face. He was my only support, and had I not been afraid of my father’s injustice and turning him into a lunatic who loved torture, I would have left. home for a long time....

""Are you well? Are you in a lot of pain? I wish I could help you. Should I bandage your wounds? Tomorrow is the first day of school. What if everyone asks you where you got these wounds?"""
He started asking constantly and I couldn't stop him. He sighed and said, "I'm so sorry. I know you're exhausted, and I'm making you even more tired. I feel remorse because I am helpless. I want to kill him."

I don't know how I managed to put a fake smile on my face. Climbing the stairs took all my remaining energy, but I only did it to reassure my brother.

""It's okay my dear, I'm like a wall that that bitch can't bring down even with artillery. I also killed his annoying rabbit. I hate the smell of him, so he gets angry, but it doesn't matter. I can take care of myself. Go to sleep. Tomorrow we have a long day. Never be afraid. Your sister is here.""
" Superman", I whispered in his ear.
My brother laughed softly, his dimples appearing. Ahhhhh  How I love this smile. He is my refuge and my medicine.

He kissed my forehead and stroked my hair, wishing me sweet dreams that I would never know, even though I never wished to know them.
I love my nightmares because they inspire me.
I went to my room, stripped , and stood under the hot water that was dripping on the wounds, adding to the pain I was already filled with. Like a fire pouring oil on it.

And finally I am lying on my bed hoping to meet that boy again...
I never met him even though his my neighbor
His black hair, part of which of it was spread across his forehead, covering part of his eyes, which might have  someone drowning while
Looking at them, even though it was night, but thanks to the garden light I could see his sharp chin. The outline of his broad chest was quite evident, as he wore a white shirt that stuck to his skin due to the wind.

Is this love at first sight?

Am I in a real problem for the first time?

My love is not like anyone else's love.

I could be a ............................

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