An innocent childhood friend that hides his intensely possessive tendencies and his equally unstable older brother with no sense of boundaries.
Dominic and Jake Truven are both troubled teens that have their sights set on their family friend, Nicol...
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--Dominic--
Of all the rides home before, this must be the most dreadful.
Because, before, despite coming home battered in hidden bruises, the façade was still there. My family thought I was this clever, perfect son. I would lie so much that I would sometimes forget that it was a lie. It was a horrible, hallowing feeling when the realisation that I was not, came to me.
But, now this feeling...
I hand gripped onto my shirt above my heart, aching in anxiety and trepidation. This feeling as the car came to a stop at my home.
I bit my busted lip, burning it with a stinging sensation. This feeling as I stepped out the car.
I picked at all my bandages, itching to tear them off in shame and humiliation. This terrible, terrible feeling as I stopped at the base of the stairs to the entrance and watched the cascade of tears rolling down my sister's face as she ran down to me.
Ah, man...what a horrible feeling this was.
I didn't hear her calls and cries, mind glazing over with my own thoughts. Her foot jumped the last step and crashed into me, folding into my embrace. I stepped back, catching my balance but unable to return her hug even as she tightened her arms around my waist. How could I? I'm coming home with nothing to cry over but my disappointment and disgrace.
"Dominic!" she wailed, screaming like the world was deaf to her cries. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Why? Why are you apologising? I...I should be the one apologising! For lying to you. For lying to everyone! FOR BEING SUCH A LOSER! Her sobs racked through her, shaking her entire body against mine. The endless tears that spilt from her eyes soaked into my shirt. I could feel her despair and helplessness seep into me, mixing with mine. Why? Why are you crying? This is all my... With shaky arms, I hugged her back, feeling her shiver uncontrollably. "I...I'm such a useless sister! I'm sorry I didn't notice! I'm sorry!" My lips quivered and sniffled to hold back the lump clogged in my throat. My arms coiled tighter around her to keep in the moisture gleaming on the surface of my eyes.
This feeling is unbearable. It's thrashing around in my chest like it's going to split it open.
No, don't give in. Don't let Charlotte see you like this. Your little sister shouldn't see you like this.
I...I can't hold it in anymore.
A pathetic sob sputtered out from the depth of my chest and I whimpered, nestling my face into the crook of my shoulder. Why?! WHY AM I SUCH A LOSER?! WHY DID I BECOME LIKE THIS?!
I feel like it's going to boil my insides, consume me and burn me alive. This feeling. I...
I FEEL SO ANGRY!
"Young Master Truven." The cool and compassionate mumble of Head maid Agnes brought everything back. My eyes lifted back open, vanquishing all the emotions within me with hard, cold reality. I peeked over to Head maid Agnes though my slightly swollen, right eye. Her head bowed, unable to find the courage to face me. A single tear streamed down my beaten and bandaged cheeks as I felt the silence and cold air of the night slowly suppress the flaming heat of emotion inside me.
