Dominated (Obsessed II)

14.

Bianca Dawson
Back to life
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Freedom.

What does this mean?

Freedom to me is like playing a football match where you've been benched for too long. You watch the game unfold, the mistakes, the plays, the missed opportunities, and all you can do is wait. Wait for your chance to get back on the field. But when they finally put you in, you're not just playing to win. You're playing to destroy. To make sure no one forgets why you should've been out there from the start.

That's what it felt like for me, sitting in that facility, sidelined by my own family. But the longer they kept me off the pitch, the more dangerous I became. I had nothing in the world to do but sit and think, and if we're being honest that can be a good thing or a bad thing depending on who you are o . And now, I'm back in the game, and I don't just plan on winning. I plan on dominating or at least I want to.

I looked out the window, the city sprawled out beneath me, a far cry from the walls that once held me. Now, I was in a better place, thanks to Dominik, I was out.

I traced a finger along the glass, watching the world below as if it were a game in motion. Players moving around, unaware that someone else was about to take control. They think they've won, but the real game hasn't even started yet.

Junior, with all his arrogance, probably thinks he's managed to keep things under control, just like Father does. But they don't see the bigger picture. They're too focused on their own little plays, too caught up in their own egos.

It's almost laughable. I imagine Junior, sitting in his office, thinking he's pulled off some grand victory betraying me. I still couldn't believe it. Maybe he even felt a bit smug about it.

I grinned, my reflection staring back at me from the glass. The thrill of knowing what could come, of knowing they'd have no idea what's about to hit them, was intoxicating. Junior can keep playing his game, thinking he's won. But the truth is, the real match could begin right now if I wanted to, and I would not just playing to win. I'd play to ensure they lose everything.

They thought they had benched me, but I was always the better player.

But how I felt was twofold. Be a fucking menace or the bigger person.

Freedom felt strange. It came with questions I hadn't expected to ask myself. Was this really my second chance at life? Was I supposed to change now, turn over some clean page and start fresh?

A part of me wanted to believe it could be that simple—that I could walk away from the mess my family left me in and live a new life. But the hurt never left. It was a constant reminder that they had betrayed me, sent me away like I was nothing. And no matter how much I wanted to move on, that wound still felt too fresh to ignore.

I wanted to reclaim my life. To show them that I wasn't the weak link in the family. But most of all, I wanted Jude.

It was ridiculous, no it was pathetic how could I still want a man who watched them take me away without doing a damn thing? Jude knew what my family was capable of, and maybe that should've put him on my list of people to destroy. He should've been one of the first, but I couldn't bring myself to think of him that way. Not with the way I loved him.

I know a lot had transpired, it was during the peak of his season it was a lot to deal with so a part of me understood. Regardless if he believed me or not, it was a lot. I still loved him.

My love for Jude was different from anything else. It was like the sun. Blinding, warm, and powerful, but also distant, something I could never fully reach no matter how much I craved it.