"Together we interwine but love isn't the only thing that matters. You're my shade of black, infinite and endless."
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For a man who has demons dark and dangerous as night, a man so sinful and brave, someone who is worse than the demons that roam his...
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I've never told anyone about my mothers death, the depth of it, only the closest people to me knew what went wrong so when I told Lily that I spilled the news to King, to say she was shocked would be an understatement.
“You're finally growing and letting go. I'm so proud of you!” She squealed in my ear before running off.
I wanted to tell her that she should stop doing that, squealing in my ear like a mad man, I mean, I might lose my ear drums because of it but I knew she wouldn't listen. She's much too of an excited chap to think about it when she excited and maybe I secretly like that about her.
“Are you going to get on the plane or do I have to really shove you up these stairs this time?” King snickers from behind me, I roll my eyes at his question and shake my head with a small smile playing on my lips.
Lilys voice shouts from inside the plane and I laugh. “Geez, King! We all know you're just giving excuses to touch my bestfriends ass!” She exclaims.
Soon laughter is heard from inside the private jet.
My face reddens as King tells her to shut up while placing his hand against the small of my back to give me a gentle nudge to start climbing the steps and I nod.
The last time I had been on a plane was when I was three, my mother was with me.
We were coming back from London after spending a long weekend there with my father. It wasn't good, I had blue marks on my three year old body from where he hit me.
He had never liked me.
Mum said he loved me but she always was a good liar.
“Sophia? It's going to be okay, I'm right here with you okay?—here hold my hand. I won't let go.” He softly whispers to me and kisses the side of my head, just on my temple.
My heart skips a beat at the sweet gesture, outsiders who might have witnessed that might think that he is my boyfriend by the way his holding onto me and by the way he speaks so gently with me. This big scary man and a small timid girl, my hand that's intertwined with his tightens and I fight back a big smile.
I'm not sure how he sensed my destress about being on this plane but he did and I'm grateful for it.
“Thank you, King.”
He frowns, shaking his head no, he clicks his tongue. “Don't ever thank me for doing my job.” He states.
I look away from his intense looking eyes. I'm the one frowning now. His job? What is that supposed to mean, am I his job because his staying at my house?Oh my god, that's what he thinks this is right, he has to take care of me because his staying there.
