Chapter 8

"I can't," I screamed at the instructor as she stood before me looking me dead in the eyes.

"Yes, you can, your grace" she says coldly.

Fuck this grace.

The soft music was playing into the room as I redo my ballet steps. My feet ache from constantly practicing for hours.

Nothing is enough for him.

I decided I no longer wanna practice. He can shake his ass if he wants to please gala guests.

I throw the stupid ribbon she had given me while practicing before marching out of room.

"Your grace," I heard her panicked voice but I was too stubborn to hear anyone's command. I just need to find a loophole to get the hell out of this shit hole

This area of the palace is secured and all silent. The room lines up with different art activities.

The music was coming from the second last room. My feet were already walking in that direction.

When I pushed open the door it was dark not entirely but still. Only a few fluorescent lights were beaming into the center and one figure dancing.

Darn it, if she isn't looking like an angel.

Her posture and curves were damn perfect, her body melted into the music like ocean waves mixed together, wildly yet calming.

She is the epitome of beauty but nonetheless my enemy. At least that's good I'm straight, no one can control hormones around her. That's the rumor I had seen with my own eyes.

"You should be practicing" her voice was smoother and sweeter than the honey. I didn't see her closely, seeing as I just got out of a very black hole dungeon a week ago.

Fucking note the sarcasm.

"No, I should be at home, doing my drunk mother's chores, cause I realized it's better than here" I snapped a little too harshly.

That bitch sold me here, when I'm getting out the first thing I'm going to do is kill her sorry ass in hell

She dropped her practicing, her emerald eyes, similar to mine, stared at me. Her eyes were cold and dead and dare I say I don't want to run into hills for my life.

She walks towards me elegantly, her sharp gaze never leaving mine.

"This is your home now," she said.

"This isn't" I grit my teeth too hard as I glared at her.

My home is nowhere, but still definitely not here.

"Anger is good but it makes you make foolish decisions sometimes, love" her British accent was rare.

I decided to turn away, no longer needing another lecture.

"You know what? You remind me so much of me" she chuckles.

"Good to know" my irritation was at its peak.

"Rebellion is cute but not here" she says, her voice hard.

"They're gonna break you not only physically but mentally, emotionally, they'll take every hope away from you, they will walk over your broken pieces, stabbing your stubbornness and your will until you are swimming into darkness, just like them, just like us" she adds.

"Good to hear it, you should write a book, it will be a bestseller," I said, giving a tight-lipped smile.

I don't think my answer pleased her seeing her blank expression.

"You think I'm joking?" She cocked her head to the side, the fine muscle in her jaw ticking.

Nope, abso-fucking-lutely not.

"You can't break something that is already shattered, hope?" I laughed bitterly before continuing "you can't take something which has already died thousands of times, I don't swim into the darkness cause I'm the bloody darkness" I finished.

That's true, livin' with my bitch, selfish mother, life has taught me the lesson I won't forget even if I want to.

Her eyes gleam in amusement as she stares at me. Something is so familiar yet so far away.

"So why fight? You have everything here, he is ready to burn this world down for you so why resist?" She walks in a circle around me as she indepth me like I'm her toy. Her voice was bitter like she's Mocking me for being here.

"Well, he took the only thing that I love the most." I gave her a crooked smile.

She tilted her head to the side.

"Freedom, cause I bloody won't be held here, letting him rule over me, over my death my body he can rule" I chuckled.

Freedom is what I'd desired every moment, to be free from people, their torture, to be from everything that makes me unhappy, to be free from every chain which held me back from unleashing.

"I think I might like you" she winked as she stepped away finally.

"You think I'll care even if you don't?" I raised my eyebrow and she laughed, like really laughing. The real laugh, not the fake one.

"Oh god, it's been long since someone made me laugh this much" she says between her laughs. She looks a hundred times more beautiful with a real smile.

"You can pay me when I get a bank account" my smile teases.

She forwarded her hand, "angelina"

Darn it, even her name is angelic.

"I know you" I shrugged. Well, I did a bloody scream for you when they were taking me away, all you did was stare so yeah babe, we won't be passing the best friend stage.

It can be a Trapped.

"No one knows me, darling" her smile was vicious and evil and seductive.

"Well, for all I know is you're enemy, why should I make amends?"

"We're far from enemies babygirl," she says, stopping closer, she was a good head taller than me.

"Get your ass on practicing, if you don't want it to be red" she winks as she turns away and starts dancing.

Fuck you too.

I rolled my eyes before going to practice.

I gasp, jerking away from my sleep. At Least I didn't wake anyone.

I was tucked into Nick's arm and Aaron's one leg was thrown over us.

Luciano was passed out on carpet with Damon, Chris was lying halfly on the sofa and half on the floor. The small giggle left my lips when I see Luciano is actually clutching Chris's foot and hugging it to his chest.

Damien was nowhere in sight.

Do I care? No.

Yes, you do babe-

Shut up bitch!!

I sneaked out of Nicholas's arm as he grumbled something cutely and then hugged the pillow I replaced. I took my phone out taking pictures of them. First rule, Blackmailing is very important if you want to survive.

After I snapped a dozen of photos, I put the phone away and sneaked out of the theater room. The hallways are dark and it's past midnight, I don't think anyone is awake.

I went into my room, it was the same as before with only a few items and locks being replaced as xavier said. The items we had brought from the mall are still packed and untouched on the bed.

God, I hate arranging my wardrobe.

"Need help?" I was startled by a sudden voice. I turned around looking at the intruder.

Damien stands there leaning against the doorframe. His arm crossed to his chest and damn those biceps.

his hair ruffled. The bandage over his knuckles saying he was spending his time at gym kicking the poor punching bag.

Still this man can make my ovaries twist just by that smug smirk plaster on his plump kissable lips.

Urgh, gross.

"No thanks" I give a fake smile.

"You sure princess?" He asked again, as he stepped into my room his eyes roaming to the tip of my head to toe and I felt all bare under his gaze.

"Do you need an appointment with a doctor seeing that you can't listen anymore?" My voice comes out more breathy rather than confident.

He smirks as he finally stands before me.

God, get some lessons on personal space.

Please, don't mind ya-

Ah, finally the inner freaky slut is here.

Don't drool, don't drool.

His hand leans forward as he pushes the hair strand out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. His rough and callous palm sent shivers to my spine. Damn, he smells so fucking good.

"You're still mad" he said, as his finger now ran down towards my jaw.

Don't give up.

I look into his eyes, my jaw clenching hard.

"That I'm, any doubt?" I snapped harshly.

"Watch your tone, princess" he says huskily as he steps closer, his jaw tighten and just inches away as he leans down, his hot breath fanning across my face.

"What if I don't?" I tilt my head as I smirked at him. Nothing is better than Riling him up.

He chuckled as his thumb stops near my bottom lip, pulling it away from my teeth's torture.

I sucked in breath as I felt his touch.

"You shouldn't be here," I try to step away, as I reopen my eyes, staring at his dark silvery eyes.

"Hell I shouldn't be" he gritted his words, his jaw clenching too hard.

"Oh yeas, that you should've think about it before going on death mission, you even asked Demetri to lied me, you fucking knew and you still hide it from me. I waited and waited for any single clue that maybe you're alive but no, you didn't give any fuck about me so you better get the fuck out of my eyesight now" I snapped, my tickle finally exploding.

The anger and rage shimmering in his eyes soften down as he stares at me.

His arm sneaked around my waist as he pulled me closer in his chest. His old whiskey and sweat smell and that cologne mixed smell dull the ache in my chest.

He hugged me tighter, his chin dropped to my chin as he mumbled the words.

"I'm sorry but it was necessary for me to go" he breathed out.

I know but it still hurts. I hate that.

I didn't answer as I pushed my face further in his chest, relishing the moment.

"Did you tell them?" His voice was hard.

"No," I sighed, placing my head on his chest as I snuggled close to him.

"They saw the footage of the mall," his voice was hard, I don't know if it's because of me or them or the whole scenario.

"Well then I shouldn't unpacked.'' I sigh.

The throat clearing makes me pull away and Damien scowls at the Intruder harshly. But he still keeps his arm around my waist.

Silas stands there glaring at Damien and his hand.

"Alex wants you in the office," Silas grunted.

"And hands off, kid" he says as he pulls him by shoulder.

"Kid?" Damien growled at him but Silas didn't give him any chance as he pushed him out of the room.

"Hey, heyyyy, are we having secret meetings now?" I jumped towards him before he could shut the door.

"Go to sleep" Silas says as he flicks me on my forehead.

"No, I also wanna know" I said as I tried to walk out of the room.

"These kids nowadays" he grumbled before he pulled me back by my hoodie and my feet dangling in the air awkwardly.

"You go that side" he points finger at another Direction to Damien and I cursed him to put me down but it's no use.

"You jerk" I tried to throw a punch at Damien as he smirked and wink before going out of sight.

Silas walked back into the room, me dangling in his arm like a lost puppy.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he pushed me on the bed and pulled the blanket.

"What does it look like?" He rolls his eyes.

"You going to suffocates me with pillow and murder me?" I said, confused.

The scowl is replaced with amusement as he chuckles.

"Tucking you in bed?" It came more like a question as he gently pulled the cover over my frame.

I was speechless for a second. No one has ever done that to me ever.

"What's wrong?" He asks lightly.

"No one ever tucked me in bed" god, I'm so childish and whiney and fucking sappy.

His eyes soften as he leans forward kissing gently on my temple.

"Well, Alex sucks with kids but I think he can do that" he says, smirking inwardly.

I just narrowed my eyes on him.

"Well, I think you're good at it, might you have a child somewhere?"I smirk as his face morphed into horror.

"Fuckin', no" his face was like he had taste something sour.

I laughed as he glared at me.

"Little manipulative shit" he left the small panda night light lamp I got on .

"goodnight" I whispered as I closed my eyes trying to pretend to sleep until he got out of view.

He just nodded before leaving the room.

My eyes drift off to the ballerina on the table.

I stretched my arm out, picking it up as I inspected it.

The doll starts to dance as light music flips into the air. The more I stare, the creepier it stares back at me.

Is that any clue or did she plant any chip in it to locate?

It can't be because I know my intelligent father would have already gotten rid of any chip.

The music was short of piano tune and I think I know it but I can't recognise it.

Holy motherfucking damnit style's satellite.

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

I'm in an L.A. Mood

I don't wanna talk to you

She said, "Give me a day or two"

I go 'round and 'round

Satellite

Shit shit shit

Fuckin' shit.

Nothing feels great than cracking the fucking code.