Chapter Three: The Rules

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     The next moring my bed sheets are shoaked with the red sticky blood from my wounds. As I sit up my sides and back aching with the burning welts. I head to the bathroom connected to my room where I shakily start to clean my wound the pain agonizing. I look at the time and relize how late I am, I jump up throwing on black pants and a white button up shirt and throw a black jacket over it. I grab my back and open my window jumping out.

     As I reach my class I notice Myles sitting in his spot behind me a look of amusment and intesity. 

"Your late, hurry and get set up Alec"

"Im sorry sir" 

     I walk back to my seat sitting down and opening my book up. Class goes on with out any conflicts or issues. I feel A hot breath against my neck and a hand dig into my hip.

"After school you will return home with me to do my work, If you dont Il punish you" Myles purrs 

     I feel him tense up slightly as his hand eaches my bandages and he lifts my shirt to see them blood soaked. A frown apears across his cold face.

"What happened here?" he dammands 

     I dont reply 

"I said what happened!?" He growls digging his nails into my wound I giving a whimper of pain.

"My father beat me" I say in a sad whisper as i look down 

     He seems to go quite for a moment and removes his hand from my side before standing up and taking my hand, leading me out of the room and out to his truck.

"Where are we going?"

"Be quite" he says sternly before starting his truck and driving away.

     We drive for a long while forest all around us rain gently falling onto the window. We arrive at a house with a long driveway and a beautiful brick house that looks to be older then any houses around. Before I can even study the house anymore Myles is beside me opening the door.

"Come on now. Follow me" He orders cold walking away

     I start to follow you. Your stride flawless and effortless. As we reach the red oak door he stops and turns to me.

"You will obey me no matter what or you will regret it. No sitting on furniture without my permission. You are forbidden to enter the basment or attic. No speaking out of turn"

     He stairs straight through me his eyes burning a red gleam. I shake my head and look down. I watch as he goes to open the door....

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