All Baby has known in life is pain.
Years spent locked away in an attic to bare the agony of her father's brutal hands.
Family is a concept unknown to her since the moment her mother died when she was only a mere five years old.
Thirteen years sh...
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[Not Edited – June 1, 2024]
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A knock at the door stopped me from saying something I would regret.
That hate burning just beneath my skin was going to get me into more trouble than what it was worth.
As much as I despised the bracelet, the rules were in place for my safety and the rules grounded me in a way that truly did make me feel safe, safe in a way that I wouldn't break those rules put into place.
In a weird way, I liked having rules.
Without them I think I would feel unsure and weary of everything I said and did.
With them, I knew what I can and can't do.
And that brought me comfort.
As odd as that sounds.
My eyes met Phantoms briefly – not Wolfie. They all lost their rights to their nicknames the moment they held me down against my will and took my choice away from me.
A choice was the only thing I had ever desired in life, and now that was gone, taken away from me by them - the men who claimed to love me... has wrecked such havoc inside my heart, that the love I had for them was slowly turning into hatred.
A hatred that left an everlasting foul taste in my mouth every-time I looked into their eyes.
I hated that feeling more than I hated the feeling they had caused in my heart.
And with that, the hope I had for a better future dwindled every second that this wretched shackled decorated my bones wrist. Every second the cold metal grazed my skin. Every second it confirmed my fate as in confide my freedom within its carbide clasp.
"Come in," Phantom grumbled, his displeasure evident at being interrupted evident in his tone.
The heavy door opened silently moments before the sound of boot steps sound across the hardwood floors and stopping just feet away from the entrance of my fort, Phantoms large frame blocking my entire view of the identity of whom entered.
"Sorry to interrupt Boss, but there is a bit of a ruckus down in the dinning hall... again." Dantes deep voice that always swathed me in a sense of safety filled the confines of the room. His words brushing across my mind, causing me to scrunch my brows.
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