Anti-Academy

Fate

Sang POV

I'm angry. It's an all consuming feeling. It's scary how hard it is to let the hurt and betrayal go. One second I feel that I'll be ok, another I'm defending Max and Marie, then a wave of anger washes over me and all I can do is kneel next to the bed and scream into the covers.

I've never felt anger before. I've never wanted to be like her. Now it's consuming me. I can't think anymore. Distractions haven't worked. I've tried to keep my mind off of everything but it's useless. 

I am alone even surrounded by people who are trying to be there for me. 

I am selfish and worthless...they should've just left me there. It's what I deserve now. I'm not a good person. She was right...this anger...all I want to do...all of my focus is on how my life has turned out...blaming others...hurting others...hurting her.

The secret that had surrounded me, those deep, impenetrable, all encompassing walls made of secrets, lies, half truths, grief, fear, and the sharpest anger have imploded and destroyed anything good in me.

I don't know what to do. How to get rid of it. How to manage my emotions. Every time someone passes that door and asks if I'm ok...I want to rail at them. This anger inside of me wants to blame everyone for what's happened to me. It tries to make me hurt everyone around me so that they will know a fraction of the hell that has been my life.

I want to scream about all my life's injustice. I want to hide from the pain that is eating away at the dying heart that's within my chest. 

But most of all I want to escape. I want to be in a place where the looks I receive are not backward glances, no curiousness or pity, no guilt.

How do they not see that my emotions are too much for me. I cannot deal with theirs too. I cannot live another day in this house. I'm drowning and everyone's watching but no one sees. Nothing has changed. No one truly sees me. They see what they want to see.

I want out. Or I'm not going to survive.

Max POV

The ringing of a telephone is the worst way to get pulled from sleep. At least that's what I used to think.

I haven't been getting as much sleep for the last week. After that phone call from Sang.

Hearing the pain and betrayal of her voice. The tears that ripped my heart out and burned it to ash.

I've not talked to anyone. I left that night as the rain fell in a torrent that matched my dying soul.

My sister. She thought the worst of me. Who could blame her I mean life dealt her a far worse hand than I've ever seen. I would be worried if she didn't have trust issues along with a million other problems. How exactly should one remain pure, innocent and whole after living 17 years in hell?

The guys have all dropped by and are working on the infiltration plan. I'm not even sure if seeing Sang would be good for her. It would only bring back horrid memories at a very sensitive time. It would change nothing of her opinion of me. That would only change with time and a rebuilding of trust.

Time...the only thing we never have enough of.

Everything in my body is screaming to get to her. The internal alarm I thought always worked to warn me that something is wrong with her will not shut off. I've tried to blame it on find out the truth but the longer we're separated the sharper the pain. I know she's suffering. I know that it's becoming too much for her. I know that she needs me even when she doesn't want to see me.

It's overwhelming this feeling of helplessness. Knowing she needs me but I don't know how to be there for her.

I only hope she hangs on until I can figure out how to get someone there.

Victor POV

I feel more uncomfortable and awkward than usual. Not in the suit, that I am currently picking at, but for the audience I have to play for.

Who would have thought that the one way into the Sokolov home would be my micromanaging megalomaniac father.

Unfortunately, my normal concert entourage is stuck outside of the mansion. Mr. Blackbourne, Doc, Gabe, North and Silas have all been seen at the hospital by Sang. Which means that if the Sokolov family were smart and did surveillance... they would make the others recognizable to the guards. So Axel, Raven and Luke were out.

The only ones not seen so far is myself, Kota, Nathan, Marc, Brandon and Corey. Not our usual pair up...actually...I don't think all of us have ever been paired up this way.

Anyway I'm off track now. That's what nerves do to the brain. Brandon, Nathan and Marc are for all intents and purposes my "body guards" tonight. Kota is my "stylist" only he is actually following the order of the actual one via ear piece. Gabe would never not take control of a wardrobe. Corey is playing the devoted "assistant manager" scurrying around listening to Mr. B. I can only assume how challenging it is for them to miss this.

The story we played off to my father was that the other guys were otherwise held up or engaged this evening hence the new faces. He was very unhappy with this new plan. It had taken him so long to get used to the others to feel comfortable enough to yell and order me about. I am extremely pleased with the pleasant, hands-off approach they've caused him to adopt tonight to save face. It only shows that he never pays attention to the friends I bring home. How could he not recognize Kota or Nate?

Turning my back to the mirror I faintly hear Gabe scream into Kota's earpiece for the thousandth time to straighten something.

My so called body guard are surrounding Corey and watching the video feed that he has hacked into around the house.

An unexpected pull in my stomach forces me to turn toward the bay doors at the back of the room. From the plans we studied before tonight I remember the doors giving access to a private garden that only allowed access to three family rooms. The study which we currently occupy, an office that is said to be the headquarters of the whole family operation and a bedroom that belongs to the son who designed the gardens. Roman's son. Constantin.

I would've loved to have had a big enough team to split up and dive into all things corrupt and diabolic in that study. But this mission is recon only. Everyone wants to ensure Sang is safe and unharmed. The mission is only to get eyes on the Beauty that has tipped everyone of my brothers and extended family upside down.

Walking out of the doors I enter the garden. The fresh breath of air it gives me is like a balm to my nerves. It smells faintly of lilies. The smell so enticing I unconsciously move deeper until I find what I'm searching for.

In the center of the garden is a large pond. The light from the moon reflects off the top of the water illuminating the area.

On a bench sits an small girl. I study her. She's tiny and dainty. I curiously wonder how a child could have wondered so far alone. Her golden hair shines like a light house pulling at lost ships. I find myself entranced and move forward without thought.

Startling her.

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Readers,

I am so sorry for the late update. I have broken my wrist and it is so hard to type one handed. The pain has just become manageable so I'm hoping to get back to updating. You all just have to bear with on spelling and grammar mistakes. It's much harder to catch those autocorrects like this!!!

Lol 😂 anyways this is the first time I've tried one of the guys POV tell me what you thought? Was it ok? Let me know who you think we'll hear from next....or what you think might happen next.

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