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...
There she is. My precious. The way her velvety brown chocolate hair swayed in the wind. She knows I'm back. Her eyes hold pearls and sparkles in the dull night. She stood at her window looking down on me- she knew I was back. She is mine. She belongs to me.
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She's there. Right infront of me. My sight of view, I could reach her right now. Her small figure runs frantically in front of me. The nights wind engulfs me, black covers the sky but her bright, blue diamond eyes sparkle under the night. I chase her like my prey, hovering over her like a T-Rex over a miniature child. She flees my bubble like I'm a wild, violent fire spreading ferociously.
Blurs fill my side-vision, my eyes only focused on my girl. My pretty girl, whose soft hair flows freely in the night.
Dirt, fills her vision as she trips and tumbles to the ground. A sinister smile creeps onto my pale face, stretching from ear to ear. Turning her over she scrambles trying to get away. She lays there, breathing heavy, chest frantically moving, panic across her face as her beautiful eyes look into mine. I start to get lost in her beauty. The scars littered her gorgeous skin, my mark forever was on her, she is mine and everyone now knows that. Year and years we've created a bond she could not have with anyone but me- she doesn't know it yet but she'll soon realise how much she needs me. She cannot live without me, she just needs to realise that.
A perfectly grey edged rock lines my vision, piled on a mountain of leaves, my hand reaches for it. It fits perfectly.
In seconds I rapidly lift my arm before using all my force to whack it onto her head. Her body flops down as all motion leaves. She lies motionless on the hard dirt. Bright maroon blood travels down her forehead, a trail like a river. A cut the size of a fifty-pence stays on her head, another mark of mine on my pretty girl.
***
She lays on a dirty old bed, her unconscious state creating a peaceful noise throughout the room. A silence zooms through the room, my eyes bore into her pale body as admire her beauty.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open, a groggy sound leaving her chapped lips. She licks her lips, creating a sheen over her perfect pink lips. They plumped up, making me stare deviously at her. Her eyes looked around, absorbing where she is- home.
Her eyes meet mine, before she starts tremble with fear, she becomes weak like a puppy meeting a bear.
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