Bound to my step brother
The day I walked into that house, I knew I walked right into hell. The same dude that splashed me water on the streets, turned out to be my step brother at my mom's house.
It didn't end there, he had the guts to torment me, broke my violin when I was preparing for my audition and somehow, still saved me.
At some point, I don't know what he wants again, but I know he's a psycho for sure.
However, everything changed after that night, that kiss and now, I'm left wondering where I stand?
I keep asking myself, can I love my own devil?