A Whole New Life *Academy Fan-Fiction*

Chapter 6 - Russian

Sang POV

Leaving the boys house was harder than I thought it would or even should be. The only reason I left was knowing I have all weekend with them before our daily lives consume us. Owen surprised me when he kissed me. I could see it in his eyes he felt vulnerable that I saw who he really was but also relieved that he didn't need to wear his mask when we were alone. That kiss was better than I could have ever dreamed. Meeting all of them really has been the best thing to happen in my life. Fears still plague me and the way we were interacting tonight went against every instinct in me to run but somehow I knew I was safe with them. Which is ironic because a house with 14 men is exactly the type of nightmare my step-mother would drill into me. You're just a whore Sang. They're going to fuck you and leave you for dead on the side of the road. You will be ran through just like your mother. If the world is lucky, you'll die just like she did. I have to push her out of my mind. I know what she said wasn't true. The only people to ever hurt me were her and my horrible sister, sometimes the girls at my school before I learned how to defend myself. But never a man and I really don't believe the men tonight are capable of hurting me. I'm not so naive to believe that all men are as kind as the ones I met tonight but I have to put my faith in someone. I'm tired of being alone. 

I head upstairs and draw myself a bath and think about everything that happened this evening and all of the guys. Owen with his perfectly constructed mask but the beautiful truth he holds in his steel eyes. Sean with his cheeky grin and infectious laugh. Axel with his strong support and calming attitude. Kota with his beautiful brain and knowing eyes. Raven with his protective gestures and the voice he gets only when talking to me. North with his gruff attitude but gentleness with me. Corey with his passionate eyes and warm smile. Luke with his mischievousness and warm chocolate eyes. Gabriel with his colorful language and beautiful style. Marc with his carefulness and happy attitude. Silas with the best hugs and lame jokes. Victor with his fire eyes and gentleman ways. Nathan and his strong presence and panty-dropping grin. And of course Brandon with his openness to me and genuine affection for me in his otherwise sad cerulean blue eyes. They are all so different but work so cohesively, it makes a trickle of doubt run through me thinking about how could I ever fit into this family? They don't need someone to mess with a great thing. Isn't all that I would be? Someone who messes it up for them? That's all I've ever been. Maybe my step-mother was right? NO SANG! You do not mess things up, you have barely lived and none of those boys gave you any indication that you were a burden!

After the little pep-talk with myself, I get out of the tub and get myself ready for bed. I slip on a white tank top and some white boy short underwear. In my haste to leave Chicago I left all of my pajamas. That will definitely be something I need to get tomorrow. I brush my damp hair out and braid it to the side to get it out of the way. I get into bed and quickly succumb to the darkness.

"Sang get your ugly ass down here now!" I run down stairs, I know if I don't come fast the punishment will be worse. I stop when I see my step-mother and sister sneering at me, I know what's coming. Of course Marie told her what happened today.

"Marie tells me you beat some poor girl up today! Was it over a boy, you slut?! Out there being a whore like your mother!?" My step mother screams at me. That's not at all what happened. I've been sneaking off to self defense lessons for the last year and have gotten really good. I took them originally to stand up to my step-mother but I've never had the courage to. But it has helped me a few times with the popular girls at school need someone to take their frustrations out on. Today, Amy the queen bitch, saw me accidentally brush up against a football player in the hallway trying to get to class. She decided pulling my hair and shoving me into the lockers was appropriate, so I used one of the moves I was taught and caught her wrist, ripped it from my hair and twisted it behind her and shoved her face into the lockers. I walked away quickly after I put just enough pressure on her so she knew I was serious and knew what I was doing. I said nothing and just walked away. By lunch a video was sent around to everyone at school and while everyone else could see she was in the wrong, my sister used this information to get me a punishment at home. I know she was hopping she could help with the punishment too, she likes to burn my back with my fathers cigar stash.