Taylor never knew her parents, the only thing they gave her was her name. Five years into being put into an orphanage something drastic happens that makes Taylor the way she is.
Xavier Black had a bad past, that makes him who he is: cold hearted at...
I stroll down the path, flowers surrounding my petite figure. My fingers dance around the colours. From blues, to purples, to yellows. My eyes light up from satisfaction in seeing something so beautiful in this destroying atmosphere. My skin takes seeing the sun as a new experience, my nose breathes in the crisp are after being locked indoors for a week. Papers scarred into my mind like photography memory. I crave for the answers I desire.
I reach my school in the nick of time, and I slowly wander to my first lesson- History. I sigh as it is one of my least favourite classes. I pull my hood further over my face, creating a barrier between me and the rest of the world.
***
"Hey, Tay." casually says Dylan. "Do u wanna come with us to Xavier's place?"
"Sure" I say, I follow Dylan down to his car. I haven't seen them for a while but they don't ask questions, thankfully.
***
Skipping up through the house, I meet everyone in the kitchen. Bottle and bottles of alcohol littered the island.
"Are you having a party?" questioning, I pick up a bottle of Vodka.
"Who invited you?" Trevor raises an eyebrow, a glum look on his face.
"I did." Dylan exclaims, hanging his arm around my shoulder. Xavier motions for them to come over to him. As the three of them huddle and talk about something, I take a wander off outside. I soak up the rays, feeling the warmth explode all over my skin. My heart jumps with excitement watching butterflies fly about creating loop de loops in the sky.
Closing my eyes, I instantly regret it
"Help me" I whimper out, digging deep for any hope of saving I can get. My eyes feel heavy as u I watch the stairs fall from above the twinkles cast a glow in my eyes. My bloody, scratched hand pathetically scratches at the solid concrete wall. Tear by tear. Sob by sob. Ache by ache. The little hope I did have of surviving gets washed away with my tears. A pool forming on the uncomfortable ground beneath me. I wonder what would have been of my life if none of this had happened. Would I be free and happy? A normal childhood? I need to feel the sun on my skin, not watch it through a window beaming of a car window. I need to feel grass underneath my feet. Hear waves crash against rocks. Not be hearing the sound of Master screaming at me for not doing something up to his standards.
I don't know what year it is, what day it is. Or even how long I've been here for. I plan an escape everyday to free from the monster lurking round the corner, but the fear of being caught drags me back to my eerie place of shelter.
Possessiveness runs through his body, leaving no space free. He thinks of me as his property, but why? I wasn't anything special, I was like all the other girls in that Orphanage. My mind gets smashed into reality when a sting appears on my thigh.
My eyes spring open to be greeted with a figure. A figure that causes so many nightmares and moments of fear. A devilish smirk on his face, in his cold veined hand he holds a knife. It glistens from the moons light. I see my reflection: dark bagged eyes, pale malnourished skin, my mud coloured hair forms unbreakable knots, deep ocean blue eyes- holding all my fears and secrets.
His rough hands strongly wrap around my neck, pulling me up to him. A whip of hot air fans my skin like a devil surrounding me. I was his and he knew it. He threw me out my concrete room. My small legs scrambling with trying to keep up with this ginormous legs.
"I want my food on my table by the time I get back, do you understand?" He softly seeps out, laces of threat hidden carefully behind his words. I give a small nod giving him full dominance, letting him be the Master and the one in charge.
"I didn't hear a yes." He angrily shouts, the back of his hand flying towards my face. I screech out in pain, I hold onto my cheek, the heat radiating on my skin, already knowing a bright red patch is gonna be forming as of right now. A tear rolls down my roasting cheek, the saltiness leaving a simple taste on my chapped lip. A smile lit up on his face as he placed his rough hand on my damaged cheek, the smile that held pride as I was his creation, he could do whatever he could with me.
I was his.
My mouth lets in a sharp gulp of air, my fingertips unconsciously reach up to my cheek, my hood dangles down over half my face as I spin around facing the house. A huddle of men stand in the kitchen window, looking out their eyes located on me. Feeling self conscious, I wrap my arms around my chest and keep my head facing down as I slowly walk up to the house looking down on my figure.
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