TWISTED | Trent Alexander-Arnold

Chapter 1 - bound by a bump

KYLIE'S  POV

Manchester, England

Do you ever think or dream about those moments in which everything is just completely perfect?

For some people, it may be having a multimillion dollar business empire, living in a lavish mansion and driving posh cars all around Los Angeles. For some people, it might be owning a penthouse in the heart of New York City. For some people, it might be going on a vacation to a tropical country every single year, enjoying the warm white sands and Listening to the blue, ocean waves crash against the seashore.

I don't know what you think the definition of perfect is, but for me; it's definitely living in Liverpool, renting a small apartment with my older sister; Katrina brown!

Trina and I have lived in Liverpool all by ourselves for over a year now. We moved to west derby from London in early January last year. And I have to say, that was literally the hardest decision Trina and I have ever had to make. On a particular Wednesday night, December 2017, we lost our mom; Danielle brown, that too in a way we had never expected. Trina and I just got back from school that day, only to be welcomed by our mother's dead body with blood coming out of her nose and her mouth in the lounge room. We took her to the hospital, hoping it wasn't something too serious, but as soon as we got there, the doctor confirmed that she had been dead for over an hour.

That incident really crushed Trina and I to pieces, our world immediately collapsed right in front of our eyes. Our mother, the only person we had to look up to and rely on, had left us within the blink of an eye, and she was never to return again. That was tragically heart breaking. Especially the fact that she died as an alcoholic. What hurt me the most out of everything was how she changed, the woman who was once loving, caring and extremely supportive of her two daughters, suddenly turned into a cold, arrogant and insecure person, who was trying so hard to push Trina and I as far away as she could from her, she suddenly started to distance herself from us, always sitting inside her locked bedroom, drinking, crying, and talking to herself. Even though we lived in the same house, I could say that we only see her at least once every week.

But I don't blame her though, catching your husband and the father of your two, grown daughters naked in bed with another woman was just terrible. I can't even imagine what mom went through at that times, I can't imagine how heartbroken she was. It was so disgusting, and the worst part was that he didn't regret anything, he chose the trashy bimbo he had in bed over us; his two daughters and our mom; his own wife, but that didn't surprise me at all, because he called Trina and I 'mistakes that weren't supposed to happen' and 'a burden to his life and financial progress'

And to be honest, I was starting to think the last part was true, because as soon as he left us, his name; Mr. James brown, started booming through every part of England as the richest, self made billionaire and businessman in the entire country, also as one of the worlds most handsome, richest and eligible bachelors in their late 40's on literally every magazine; vogue, Forbes, GQ, cosmopolitan, everywhere! And guess what! He blatantly looked in the eye of a news reporter who asked him about his family and said these horrible words; 'I don't have a wife or any children! And I don't think I would want to anytime soon'

How fatherly of him?

Anyways, going through all that shit just made it really hard for Trina and I to stay in London and watch our father constantly deny, ignore and reject us. So we moved to Liverpool as soon as we got the chance, and now I can stand proudly before anybody and say that our lives could never be any better. Trina had two jobs; she works at Starbucks during the day starting from 8am to 1pm, and as a cashier in an adidas store that was just a few blocks away between 2pm to 7pm. She earned at least £15,000 every month.