Nikolai Sokolv and his now husband were living the best life they could possibly wish for. A happy marriage,a great lifestyle and now even a daughter. However in the middle of all the happiness and joy Nikolai became slightly oblivios to the amount...
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In every story there is a good guy and a bad one. Hell even in real life that was the standard in the eyes of people. You're either good or bad. However what if good is not really good and bad is not really bad? What if every living being has been molded into this prototype throughout all his life and ultimately decides to act by it at the end cuz no matter how much he tries to make a difference,that's just how he is? Does he still count as bad? Or just a person without any other choice? That's my dilemma everyday.
Lots of people like talking about their childhoods. I absolutely despised everything about it. And not because of some kind if petty reason but because at the end of the day,I didn't own it.
I don't even own my own childhood..
That's why I'm owning my own life right now. That's why I've decided to not look for my family,or my old friends and companions.From now on its my life,my rules.
Hell even to be able to say that feels real damn nice seeing as just last year I was in his basement suffering from the new beatings,the nest training,the hunger and overall the terrible life. Not anymore.
I calm rose to my feet and made my way to the kitchen. I could easily say I lived a pretty good life. I own my penthouse in New York City,have a job as an assassin which oddly enough pays a lot and am studying law. Pretty cool right?
After eating breakfast which basically was a shot of vodka with a bagel and some cheese,I got dressed in my favourite black leather jacket and left the house. Today is gonna be a chill day cuz I need some me time. I got in the parking lot and took my baby,my bike out for a few rides.
The chill morning wind feels strange and cold around my fingers but I don't lay much attention to it. I keep riding my bike like a mad woman,like I'm escaping from something,like riding is my only anchor in this sea of trouble. Maybe it is that way however I refuse to ever acknowledge it in my day to day life. The only time I ever let myself be free is when I'm on my bike and when I'm with Alexei. While we were being kept from the Japenese brute Alexei was my only savior. He took me under his wing and took care of me like I was his sister. He tried defending me with everything he had so I know that I can always rely on him. He's my family,my only close person,my brother in anything but blood.
