Once An Angel

::Control Over Your Body::

        {°Edited°}     

               ::Davina's POV::

   The past week has surely been something to get used to. This house is full of nothing but men, so I'm the only women other than Emilia, but she's only five. God, Princess must be loosing her mind without me. Who is going to stop her now from making stupid mistakes?
    The food the men make in this household is not only gross, but also very unhealthy, so I've been cooking the last three days cause I couldn't take anymore of it. I've found that cooking relaxes me as much as it possibly can.
   Most of the time, Sin is in his office doing work, out of the house running shipments and making sure his men don't mess anything up, or spending time with his daughter. I admire the fact that despite how crazy busy he always seems to be, he makes time for Emmy. I wonder what happened to her mother.
    "Davina," Sin says, coming into the room that is now mine without knocking. I jump in surprise, looking away from the window. He chuckles at my jumpiness. "Get your shoes on, I'm taking you somewhere," he tells me. My eyes widen.
   "Somewhere? As in...out of the house?" I ask, trying not to let my hopes get too high.
   "That's exactly what I mean," he says. "But if you try getting away from me-"
   "I won't, I promise," I say, rushing to him and taking his hands in mine while pleading. I haven't left this house once since I arrived. The farthest I've gone is the backyard.
    "Okay, just get your shoes on and meet me out front," he says. I nod, nearly running to the closet and getting my flats on. I run outside, meeting him in front like he said. He opens his car door for me. This is a different car from the last one.  
   "A different car?" I ask in surprise.
   "Yeah, I can't always be driving the same one unless it would be easy for people to spot me," he explains. Well that makes sense. I get in and buckle myself as he runs around the car to get in the drivers side. "You ready to get out for a little bit?" He asks with a grin. I nod frantically, excited to get away even if I have to come back sooner than later.
   "Very much so," I say, sighing as he starts to drive down the driveway that seems to go on for miles. This house is obviously very very secluded.  "Where are we going?" I ask.
   "A shooting range."
   "A what?"
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    Sin holds my hand as we make our way to the back of the range where no one is. My hands shake at the sight of so many guns in one place. He doesn't seem at all fazed by any of this, which scares me. How can he manage a life that's so full of danger and death?
    He picks up a smaller sized gun and demonstrates how to stand and hold it. "Focus on your target, block out everything around you," he instructs before pulling the trigger, it hits dead center. I hate that out found that insanely attractive. "You try."
   He hands me the gun and I hesitantly stand in front do him, my body almost pressed against his. He grabs my hips, putting me in the position that's needed and adjusts my arms. "Now focus," he says. "Imagine it's your worst enemy, someone who did you completely wrong. Someone you wouldn't care if they got hurt. Someone you would want dead." Him saying such things sends a chill down my spine.
    I pull the trigger, missing completely. "I don't have any enemies," I tell him. He chuckles, helping me with my stance again. 
   "Keep going," he says. "We're not leaving until you hit the target at least once today and I have more things planned for us."
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   It took two hours, but I finally managed to hit the target a few times. I hate to say that I grew to enjoy the way the gun felt in my hand. It gave me a sense of power and independence. I've been scared of guns my whole life and they were suddenly making me feel strong.
    "Thank you," I tell Sin as soon as he gets in the car.
   "For what?" He asks.
   "Taking me out of the house," I answer. "It feels good to be out, feels like I'm normal again." He sighs, letting his hands slide off the starting wheel.
   "You're still normal, baby girl. I don't know how to apologize more about bringing you into all of this," he says. "It was never my intention. I shouldn't have to take you a fucking shooting range so you can learn how to defend yourself when I'm not around. The thought of you-" he trails off.
   "The though of me what?"
   "The thought of you not making it to even see your seventeenth birthday makes me sick to stomach cause I know it would be my fault. I'm doing everything in my power to make sure you get to that point and far beyond."
    Our eyes stay glued for a few minutes after he's done talking. I don't think I can get tired of staring at his. Hardly ever can I tell if they're really light green, or just grey; I think they change, but I can't be sure.
    "You said you had more planned?" I ask, breaking our silence. If not, things would get awkward and I don't want that. He clears his throat, looking down.
   "Yeah," he says. "I have to attend a bawl for the leaders. Very important men will be there and it's a great opportunity to make deals with other leaders for partnership. I want you to come with me."
   He never ceases to amaze me. "Sin, I don't know if you haven't realized because of how busy you are, but I don't have anything to wear to a bawl." He grins, his eyes lighting up.
   "I have that covered."
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