"You don't get it, that boy was born lost, like his daddy, he's been slipping through my fingers ever since the day I gave birth to him. It's his father's darkness, you leave him alone and he'll head straight towards death."
Once you had to put the...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Standing in the middle of the gated small arena. I kept my eyes stoically on the horse before moving to open the gate. I walked back over to the horse mounting it and flicking the reins causing the horse to run off. I'd always loved it, it was peaceful, calm and quiet. I felt the wind rush through my hair blowing it around my face. It felt liberating as if in this moment I wasn't bound by anything. I'd let go the sins of my past. I wasn't guilty of anything. But it was easy to get lost in wishful thinking. My wishful thinking. Once I'd jumped off the horse I saw Troy sitting on a porch playing with a knife. Smiling to myself I tied the horse up to the post letting her eat the green grass unlike usual. I let my feet carry me to where Troy was as I saw him tending to his feet. Scrunching up my nose I glanced down at him. "What happened?" I asked causing him to startle.
"Just looking after my feet. It's real delicious." Troy groaned out causing me to roll my eyes.
"I'm not any help there. I don't know a thing about burned feet." I drawled out lazily.
"Figured, Miss Privilege only looks after herself. Look war is coming, whose side you going to be on?" Troy wondered out loud meeting my gaze. A small frown formed on my lips as I did wonder which side I'd be on.
"I'll get back to you." I muttered turning away. As I stalked off and into my bedroom, I played with my hair. I knew whose side I would be on. The one that didn't get me killed. I hadn't slept in a day, everything still following me, eating me alive. Some days I was more thirsty for a drink than others. In this, I'd defend my friends. Since I knew I could fend for myself, my talents finally compatible with this world. It'd never been this way. I was always the one who needed rescuing. Not anymore. Never again. I let my body fall limp and calm, sleepless but horrifying all at the same time. When the morning came around I let my feet carry me out, my boots kicking up the dust as I made my way out. I'd long since discarded my leather jacket for a tank top, skinny jeans and combat boots. I'd never been a fan of warm weather. My eyes gazed over as my father finally made his way to me. "So you finally decided to say hello?" I asked coldly as I noticed Troy running off angrily.
"Ethan told me not to talk to you. He didn't think you'd forgive me for asking Troy to put you with his experiments. But you see, I didn't think you'd survive. Look at you, all harsh, worn, just like a soldier, you're better than what I could have possibly imagined." My father muttered, his eyes falling heavy upon me making me tense. I tried to look away, back away but it wasn't far enough. I couldn't get far enough. Even after all this I was still a victim. That's what he reduced me to. It filled me with this hatred. I didn't want to be afraid; I didn't want to be a victim. But that's all he reduced me to. "But you're still a frightened little girl, you're still mine." He growled out as I saw Nick walk up.
"Kali, you okay?" He asked glancing between my father and me. I felt his confused gaze as I brushed past my father as quickly as I could and Nick paused seeing my fathers face. "Hey sir." Nick nodded to him before walking off with me. "What was that about?" Nick wondered out loud.
