Sparrow

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She doesn't live her life explaining and defending her actions.
She just does what she does, and smiles as others watch flames trail behind her.

Cause she knows
That the only thing that will tame her wildfire Is her own self and her water.

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She's coming for everything you said she couldn't have, so watch out cause she has the devil on her team.

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It was the Rhythmic sound of flesh hitting flesh that grasped me. Curiosity getting the better of me yet again.

I have always been curious, as a child I'd often bend the rules, go places I shouldn't or the few times I was able to successfully sneak into my brother's parties. I liked the feeling of being curious—being part of the action and the suspense. I was also nosey, and can't let things go until I have all the information.

A loud shout has me pausing in the middle of my room, my hand freezing in the air midway to the doorknob. I trap my bottom lip between my teeth as I contemplate my next moves.

I know he told me I was to stay in my room, door locked. But I wasn't the best at listening to instructions. He should know that by now, he raised me. If anyone should know my inattentive nature it's Lucas.

He hated that I was curious. He said that it was more recklessness than anything, like I couldn't rest unless there was chaos.

I liked to climb on the roof when I was a pre-teen, sneak out to parties in high-school and come home the next day to an onslaught of dirty looks and threats from Lucas to finally lock me up for good.

He wanted me prim and proper, to follow his orders and obey him, respect him, like his guards do, and I'd played that role for him growing up, raised by nannies who he would always end up fucking and then driving crazy. Growing up seeking his affection, his love, was something I grew out of quickly.

For the first few years I was able to hide enough of my life from him that he believed that I was redeemable, but recently, my jagged edges have started to show and I can tell he doesn't know what to do with me.

My breathing was low and as quiet and yet my heart thudded in my chest as I made up my mind. The silver lock of my door turned as I opened the door, grimacing as It screamed its own song.

"Keep it down. I have someone upstairs-" Lucas' voice carried to my ears.

"bring her down then, I'd love to meet the slut you're fucking." Another voice who wasn't Lucas said. There wasn't anyone else in the house besides me, Lucas and the three men he kept around to guard him and the property.

I furrowed my brows, wondering if they meant me. Disgusting. I almost gag at the thought.

"Just leave her alone yeah? The whore doesn't know right from left. Serina has nothing to do with this." Lucas says, voice bored.

I grimace, but years of being the butt of his jokes when talking to his friends and coworkers has hardened my skin. And when I heard my name and I perked up, and the sound of my own name made me almost justify me disobeying what Lucas' told me to do, no not told me to—ordered me to do when all the men in SUV's pulled up and smashed through the front gate.