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Lavender:They had thrown me in the car and covered my eyes. The blindfold, along with all the other restraints, made me feel lifeless. On top of that, they had headphones over my head with loud metallic music playing.I didn’t like loud noises—they triggered me. But I had to remind myself that I was in a situation where I couldn’t get any anxiety medicine or even a breath of fresh air.I was probably going to die tonight. That car ride was strange. I felt the car moving, but other than that, I had no idea what was happening or where I was being taken.I felt myself being carried again, and this time, I was thrown into something hard and cold. The moment they took the blindfold off, I realized where I was.I was lying in a tiny boat. My heart started skipping beat after beat, wondering what would happen next.Would I die from starvation here?My hands, feet, and mouth were still tied. I couldn’t do much except lie there, trying not to move too much and flip the boat over. I kept stari

Lavender:"When he’s alone but there are too many caretakers around, that’s when you inject him with this. Use gloves, don’t touch anything, and don’t be seen around him that day. If you can, have someone else hold the needle for fingerprints. He’ll die slowly,” Nikon explained again, trying to teach me how to become like them.I listened quietly, keeping calm and not lashing out before the time was right.Once they were done talking, they waited for me to respond. Igor leaned his back against the wall while Nikon narrowed his eyes at me.“No!” I said, and noticed Nikon’s eyebrow raise.“There’s no way I’m killing anyone,” I stated, loudly and clearly.The look on their faces terrified me, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill someone.“There you go, such an ungrateful brat,” Igor muttered under his breath, tapping his phone against his palm.Nikon’s lips pressed into a thin line before he sighed. “You know, she’s killed someone before. But now she wants to act all empathetic.”Nikon’

Lavender:I stood behind the couches, keeping my spine straight as the brothers sat down. My eyes briefly moved to Easton, who wore a gray shirt, his hair messy, and his handsomeness filling the living room. I had to shake myself out of such thoughts and looked around to make sure nobody had seen me watching him.Then my eyes landed on Nikon, who had a weird, distasteful look on his face. A very mild smirk appeared on his lips. He seemed almost proud of himself. And then there was Igor, least interested, with his leg over the other, shaking it nonchalantly.Mister Volkov sat right next to my mother, holding her hand happily. And then there were my sisters, who had no clue why they were sitting in the living room. But I knew what was going on.Soon, the news was going to play on the TV. The rich family was supposed to sign off a piece of their expensive land for charity. However, there was a twist. A twist created by Nikon.The grandfather was going to be announced dead today, which wou

Lavender:That fall took a lot from me. I found myself in the hospital bed with multiple injuries and crutches.“Mom,” my lips forced a smile at the sight of her beside my bed. Every inch of my body hurt when I tried to move, but I had to show her my smile to let her know how happy I was to see her next to me.“Mom—,” I said her name again, and she finally noticed me. She lifted her head from her phone and scoffed, almost rolling her eyes.“I’m so glad you woke up,” she said coldly. Maybe I was high on pain meds, but I expected her to be all dramatic about me waking up.I thought she would come rushing in, trying to kiss my forehead while her eyes filled with tears.“Lavender, what am I going to do with you?” she sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. The way she acted confused me. Was she not happy that I woke up?The fact that I had to pay so much attention to my mother’s expressions just to figure out if she cared enough made me feel sorry for myself sometimes.“Eh! I’m not dead?”

Lavender:It had been another two weeks since I started living with my uncle. And it was just like I remembered it. I didn’t understand why there was a rule in both tense islands of Italy that I couldn’t move out until I turned twenty. It didn’t make sense. If only I could ever leave Brisa, I would start over somewhere and live happily. But it was only one year, and I had promised my mother I would take care of her. I had. Now she was with a much richer man.“Ugh, I don’t even know if she’ll be safer there,” I muttered, feeling bad as she didn’t answer my calls. She hadn’t returned any of my calls ever since I came here. It was as if she had finally moved on from me.“Are you going to cling to these things forever?” Uncle Ron could be insensitive at times. And by "at times," I mean whenever he gets a chance.“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was up to me to decide when I should stop using them,” I teased, watching his face go dark.“Then at least do some work from home. A house runs on mon