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​With the grocery bags pressed to my chest, I take my time strolling down the idle street, it’s empty, understandable at this time of the day.The more I think about everything, the more insane it all becomes.The fact that less than twenty four hours ago I was putting on the show of my life with a mask on my face and a different name, for men who’d paid a fortune just to see me in that light. For my step-brothers.There’s a massive difference between writing fantasies about them on paper, a whole other world from everything that happened last night.I want to hate myself for it.I want to not replay the memories back in my head as often as I do.I want to never want a repeat.But I can’t. No matter how hard I try.It feels like a horrible itch I’ve only now been able to scratch. The dirtiest, most demented parts of me coming to life and relishing in the dreams that have now become my reality.If I had the chance to go back, I know without a doubt that I’d do it all over again.And it

My heartbeats falter.Me?I couldn’t have heard him right. His eyes are locked on my face, studying my reaction.“Y-you wrote this about… me?”He remains quiet.“Rune-”He barks out a laugh then, getting to his feet, “Don’t be stupid, Cinderella. Of course it’s not about you, you’re my sister.” He has his back to me, shoving the guitar back where he found it.Right.His sister.And I feel gratitude then, followed by a wash of shame. Grateful he didn’t see my disappointment, but ashamed I had it in me to be disappointed at all.Of course it wasn’t about me.“Alright then, a deal’s a deal.” He walks up to me, holding out a set of keys. I reach for them, but he pulls his arm back, holding up a finger.I scowl, “We had a deal, Rune.”“Tell me something first,” his voice is low, he pauses for a second, “What’s he like?”My brows draw together, “Who?”His eyes rove over my face, “The guy you’re going to meet.”Oh.“He’s… well,” I stammer, “He’s nice, I guess.”“You like nice guys then?”I f

Emaine marches toward me, fury lining her features, she grabs my arm, fingers digging into my skin harshly, “What are you doing here?”My throat closes up, I cant get a word out, my eyes bouncing around the room. A few guests glance at us, curious about the commotion.“How did you get out of the basement?” She growls, dragging me out of the room, “Oh, girl, by the time I’m through with you-”“Sweetheart.”Emaine stops at the sound of my fathers voice. He walks up behind us with a smile, nodding at his guests as he approaches.His smile thins, but doesn’t slip of his face for appearances, his voice drops, “Don’t make a scene, dear.” He slips an arm around my shoulders, his voice rising then, “And our daughter can stay of course, I’m sure she just wants to have a good time, feel among. As a matter of fact, there’s someone I’d like her to meet.”A man comes into my line of sight, one I recognize. He’s a family friend, one of Dad’s oldest business partners. “You remember Daniel Miller, do

​Daniel spits on the ground, wiping at his bloody mouth as he gets to his feet.“Get in the car.” Kane says.“And just what do you think you’re doing, Daddy’s boy?” Daniel staggers in our direction. I shy away from him, stepping behind Kane. “I’ll tell your father about this, lets see how much of a tough guy you are when I bring your empire crumbling around you.” He steps forward, reaching for me, “And this little slut-”Kane’s arm darts out in the blink of an eye, grasping the side of Daniels head and slamming it against the cement wall. The sickening crack makes me jump back as he crumbles to the ground, groaning in pain.“Kane-”He turns around, his eyes hard, “Get in the fucking car.”I bite my tongue, swallowing my words back. A shiver rolls through me as I make my way to his Aston Martin double parked on the street. Something heavy drapes around my shoulders.His suit coat.He holds open the car door for me, I hesitate before going in. “Thank you.”His jaw ticks.I get into his

​​​​​He didn’t come back till this morning.And even then he was stoic, wordless and he waited for me to get dressed and follow him to his car. I don’t know where he spent the rest of the night.The small space is filled with so much tension on the drive back home. I don’t linger once he pulls into the driveway, attempting to jump out the car like my seat is on fire. He grabs my arm before I can.He looks at me, his eyes carefully watching me as a beat passes, before dropping to my bruised wrist, “Put ice on it.”And then he lets go.I get out of the car without a word.My father shoves the front door open like he’s been waiting on my arrival, his eyes livid as I walk up the front steps. “You had one single instruction, keep my guest entertained!” He seethes, “And what did you do?”My eyes widen at the animosity he directs at me, “Dad, I-”“Daniel called.” Emaine walks out of the front door, a sneer twisting the top of her lip, “You never fail to show your lack of ability to get any