Anti-Academy

Dismantled

PRE-WARNING: This chapter may be too much. I know it is much longer than my other pieces. But it kind of just ran away with me. I hope that it doesn't disappoint. It is a more gruesome piece than I have added before so please be aware that as the PRTS tell their side of what happened it may be a little sickening but their story needed to be told for the future parts to be understood.

So I made it especially long for several reasons:

1. I promised several updates but things happened and I was only able to upload 3 times this week. Less than I had originally planned.

2.I couldn't exactly stop in the middle and if you read it you will understand why.

3. I had to tell this side of the story. It was like burning a hole in my mind all week wanting to get out.

4. I really wanted you to understand how horribly Mrs. Sorenson screwed everyone over. (like always)

AGAIN I WANT TO WARN YOU ABOUT WHAT YOU WILL READ IF YOU GO FURTHER. THE CAR ACCIDENT SCENE IS GRUESOME. HORRIBLE. SICKENING. HEARTBREAKING. AND DEVASTATING.

But please feel free to read anyways and leave as many comments and votes as possible. I really do look at each one and read them. I hope that after you read this chapter you will understand exactly what I am trying and failing to tell you above and not abandon me.

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Sang POV

I watch in stunned silence as she closes the door behind her effectively locking me in with a complete stranger.

Shit! They're all strangers! Come on, Sang, just because a few people are nice doesn't mean that we can let down our guard.

"Come, Sang." He moves away from his desk and walks over to the sofas. His posture and gait say little about his age. He moves with the grace of a much younger man. If not for his wrinkles and graying hair one could be misled.

I hope I can age as gracefully as this family seems too.

After he sits on the couch that places his back to the wall of books, he looks up to find me in the same spot. Quirking his eyebrows at me, he smirks before speaking, "Do you know who I am?" He motions for me to come closer and sit on the sofa beside him in the spot closest to him.

I shake my head as I move towards the sofa he intended but in a spot further away. I want to give myself time and space to run if he makes a move towards me. I don't know if he realizes he put me closest to the exit. A move I greatly appreciate and will take full advantage of if needed.

"My name is Roman Sokolov." He watches me...waiting for some kind of recognition.

"I honestly have never heard of you. Or your family." His frown makes me think he was under a different impression. "Is that why I am here? Did you think I knew something? Because I have to tell you I have not been allowed to leave my house in years... Being at the hospital was the first time I've left in...I don't even remember." Following his gaze, I look down and my hands clasped tightly in my lap before meeting his eyes once again. I see the fading bruises on my wrists and the healing cuts along my arms that even this large shirt can't cover.

"I..." He clears his throat, "I have been informed of everything. My men told me everything they could find out about your stay in the hospital and the reason behind it. I doubt they were able to find out a fraction of what has been done to you within the confines of the house you once lived."