I am Sang. Aren't I? (On Hold)

Sunnyvale Court

I am paralysed with fear and all I can think is Get out of there. Run, it doesn't matter where, just away. I can't believe I trusted these guys. I knew it was too good to be true, and now, after they made me feel special they are dumping me back where I came from.

I slowly regain a little feeling in my hands and I grasp at my seatbelt trying to undo it. My breathe is ragged and I can't see clearly by the time I've opened to mechanism. I turn blindly towards to door and plan on opening it, rolling out the open door and sprinting my way too safety. I never get that far. I've just managed to unlock to door and am preparing to fling the door open when hands grab at me.

"Oi, Sang, what the hell?" I squirm away from his grasp and clutch the door handle tighter. "Sang, sweetheart. Let go of the fucking door handle. I don't know what's gotten you so upset, but I promise you, we won't hurt you." He grabs me with both hands and pulls me across the backseat into his arms. I let myself cry.

We pull into the driveway of a house a couple of houses down from the witches lair. I can't stand to look in its direction as I continue to struggle against Gabriel's hold.

"Relax Sang, we are only going to Kota's house. When we get inside you get to tell me what the fuck that was all about." Victor opens the car door and Gabriel steps out leaving me in the car to decide if I want to follow or not. I, despite common sense screaming at me not to, listen to an instinct deeper than that that tells me I can trust them and follow them inside.

When I manage to get my legs moving to take me into the house the 3 boys are waiting by the door and Silas is just pulling into the drive way. Each step is a battle between turning and running or following my intended path. After what's seems like eons I am finally at the door. Following behind Kota and Victor, I begin to ascend the stairs up to Kota's bedroom. Moment later Silas and Gabriel have joined us too. I place myself on the floor where I can keep an eye on the window and still have a fairly clear shot at the door if I see something I don't like or that wicked monster makes an appearance.

"Sang? You there?" The call brings me back to now. I look back into the room and see 4 beautiful faces looking at me.

"Hmm?" I mumble dodging whatever I'd been asked while I was day dreaming, fully aware of the bombardment of questions that I knew were coming.

"Sang. What happened in the car? What got you so freaked out? Did you see something?" Kota calm questions press at me. I begin to shake with the memory of the constant abuse I'd endured so close to where I am now.

"I, I can't. She, she no." I splutter out. I take a deep breath trying to compose myself.

"Ok, who is she?" Kota tries.

"My, my mother."  Good Sang, see you can talk.

"Did you see her?" Silas's gruff voice goes soft.  I shake my head and look back out the window. 

"She lives there?" Victor guesses over my shoulder. I nod.

"Do you want to go home? I mean to your apartment." Silas suggests. Yes! I do, so much. I never want to see her house again. I nod. Gabriel whimpers.

"But I wanted to do your hair and dress you up and -"  I catch Kota shoot him a glare and I never found out what else he wanted to do.  I cringe at the suggestion of being fussed over but Victor shuffles over to me and tells me Gabriel does this to everyone and  it was my turn so I should just get it over and done with. Perhaps he's right, besides, I could use the distraction.

Gabriel grabs my arm when he gets the go ahead and pulls me down to the garage.
Once there I'm pushed into a chair and told to sit still.

"Sang, your hair looks like shit, let's be honest."
I try my best to imagine my hair.
"I'm growing it out?" I offer. That part was true. It was the first time I'd ever had the opportunity to grow my hair out and I assumed my hair must have been that weird transition between short and long.
"Like hell you are growing it out. I'm going to fix it and give you one of those really cool pixie cut things ok?"
I open my mouth to reply but he doesn't wait for a reply.
"Ok great, Kota go get my scissors."

Before I know it Kota has returned and Gabriel gets to work on my hair.
"So like why is your hair so shitty?"  Okay yeah probably should have seen that coming.
"It's such a nice colour but the most awkward length ever."
"Well, um, my mum agh.."  Shit how can I explain it without telling them everything, besides I still hadn't regrasped the concept of language again, yet.
"She made me keep it short and I wanted to grow it out and start fresh."  Not a lie.
"Oh well you are going to look like a fucking Princess now so deal with it."
I could see him deflate a little at that and I suddenly felt really bad.
"Yeah I'm sure it'll look great, I'm really excited, I really need a hair cut I was just trying to hold off." 

"Ok I'm done Trouble."
"Trouble?" I ask confused at the nickname.
"Yeah Trouble, I've decided that you're gunna be trouble so I named you Trouble."
"Oh ok."
Silas comes up to me with a mirror in hand to show me my new hair.
I gasp. It's perfect, totally cool and badass... And more feminine of a haircut than I've ever had, but edgy enough to not be overwhelming. A shield, that'll make me stand out just enough that I blend in.
"Oh my God, Gabriel it's perfect."
I jump up and in my elation turn around pause for a moment before launching myself at him and giving him a hug an action I don't think I've ever initiated. Forget initiation my family never hugged full stop, or touched for that matter. It was awkward at first, but his touch was addictive and I didn't want to let go. I'd been around these guys for less than a week and they were already changing me for the better.