I had no family, I never did.
Mother didn't want me, father just didn't seem to care and Marie...Marie despised my very existence!. It wasn't always like this, when I was little, mother would sing songs to Marie and I and we would dance along happily, but I never really had a father figure in my life. It didn't just start overnight..something changed. Some days, she'd spend hours yelling at me, telling me how worthless I was and how much she hated me until it was ingrained in my memory. I grew older, and it got worse.
I would be forced to kneel on rice or sit on stools for hours on end. I just didn't understand, she claimed she was helping me so I wouldn't become like 'Lola'. I didn't know who she was, but when I'd asked dad, he'd dismiss saying mother was just saying things because she was sick. then he and mother would get into a fight, and then I'd get punished again, I'd be forced to drink mother's favorite concoction of lemon and vinegar. I hated it...I hated it so much. I learned quickly never to ask of her again. I loved playing with gadgets around the house and once when I was asked to clean and I went into my father's room and opened his computer, it was so fascinating. But I didn't know how to work it, And i wasn't allowed to go to school, so every time I was tasked to do Marie's homework, I would read as much as I could about computer's .
I would go everyday to dads computer, and When I finally cracked the code, i saw it, my documentations, my birth certificate, were all forged. Mother wasn't my mother. I printed everything I could and hid it in my clothes. But when I was just past the door, I was caught.
It was the first time my father hit me.
But with all these things, I never complained, I never asked for anything more, all I asked was for them to accommodate me until I was old enough to fend for myself, but no...when mother passed away, I was left with no one. Many things happened to me after that.
I am sang Sorensen, and this is my story...
Kai sat at the edge of the bed, jaw tight, big hands wrapping gauze around my split knuckles. He was too careful, too quiet- the type that comes right before a storm rips through you. I woke up halfway through, yanked my hand free.
"Don't touch me."
He didn't flinch. Just looked at me with those wolf-grey eyes like I was the only war he ever wanted to fight.
"Dont do that."
I blinked."What?"
His mouth barely moved."You dont get to do that after what you did."
My lips curled into a dangerous smile. "And if I do?"
He grabbed me by the jaw-gentle and cruel all at once. My breath hitched. "Then I'll just have to remind you who you belong to."
His lips crashes against mine. The kiss was raw, possessive, demanding-his tongue forcing its way past my lips, dominating me until my knees nearly buckled. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected us. I let out a needy, humiliating whine at the loss of contact.
The world stopped
"You want to break things?" His voice a low growl, "Break me.You want pain? I'll give you pain that loves you back. But if you ever throw yourself in front of filth like that again-"
His grip on my jaw tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to own. "I might just kill someone."
***
They call me the prince of chaos. The media's favorite sin. Award-winning artist, tabloid disaster, human trainwreck with pretty eyes and prettier scars. But I didn't ask for the crown. I do drugs to sleep. Smoke to breathe. Fuck to feel. Punch cameras.Curse in interviews. And I don't apologize for any of it. That's how I got kai-my new bodyguard. 6ft something of quiet death, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes like he's already decided how I'll die if I piss him off. He doesn't play nice and he sees too much. And when he touches me, the world gets quiet for once.
This isn't your typical love story. It's war.
ME vs Myself. ME vs My Past. ME vs the man who swore he'd protect me - even from myself.
You want to know how it ends?
So do I.