Babygirl

16

I burst into the throne room and immediately everything started floating, the stained windows shattered as I zeroed my eyes on my parents. The two little fuckers who called themselves my parents, when they barely even contributed to my fucking life. I didn't hate them but I do now.

"YOU TWO FUCKING DID THIS!!" I pointed an accusing finger to the two, taking slow predatory steps towards the two. I was going to kill them. I was going to make their deaths slow and painful for taking my babygirl away from me, for making her forget all about me. My heart shattered at the things she said and I knew they did it when I saw everything was replaced by Kendra only they would do this, simply cause they hate seeing me happy and everything has to go their way or no way.

Guards rushed towards me and with a snap of my fingers there necks were snapped. Arson was even more livid than I was and I knew if we were to morph fully we would destroy this castle.

"S-Sinclair w-we did what's best for y-you" my mother stuttered and my head tilted to the side in a questioning way as she lifted into the air, clutching her throat, a purple hand print appeared on her throat but the fucks I gave went away with Kida's memories. The precious memories that me and my babygirl made together how dare they fucking rip that away from me?! From her?!

"Sinclair son we can talk about this without violence" my father tried to coax me but just the sound of his voice made me angrier, my blood was boiling and my face was probably as red as a tomato and with a single clench of my fist, a loud and painful snap filled the air and my mother dropped lifelessly to the floor. I didn't feel guilty. It didn't hurt my heart if anything it was oddly satisfying.

"I'm not your son old man and I never was. I'm sick and tired of you trying to control my life in fact of you on the whole meddling in what doesn't concern you" my voice didn't sound like me own and in the reflection of my father''s dark eyes I saw that my own were blood red. My judgement was extremely clouded the only thing I wanted was blood, it filled my man and I wanted to live and breathe it.

My father started choking, blood ran from his ears and his nose, his eye ducks leaked red. His skin became blotchy and irritated and he looked as if he was having a seizure. I could hear a distant voice behind me telling me to stop, that this wasn't right and that Kida wouldn't want this. They were profusely calling my name.

"Sinclair! Sinclair! Sweetheart!" I snapped out of my thoughts, blinking a few times, seeing I was in the throne room with my parents yes, but they were very much alive much to my dismay. They looked smug like they knew why I came and I so wanted to make what I just imagined a reality but as evil and morbid as I am. I can't kill my parents. I mean I can but I won't.

"Give Kida back her memories" I dead panned folding my arms across my chest and glaring daggers at the two.

"Of course we will son..." My mother started.

"As soon as you marry Kendra and take the throne" she smirked and on my love for my mate I wanted to snap her neck so bad. Arson was scraping at the surface and I wanted to let him take control but then again I didn't want a blood bath.

"No" I snapped.

"Then Kida-Rose will go on not knowing you're her mate with her boyfriend" my father let out and my heart stopped.

"H-her what?"