Tell me your truths

He had come for me, he showed up just when I needed him to. A savior in the darkness. I dont remember the car ride or how we managed to get upstairs and into the house but what I do know is I am curled up on the couch.

my eyes closed shut and my breathing shallow as he sits on the couch opposite of mine his eyes never leaving me. The feeling you get when someone stares at you was all I could feel, that and a feeling of peace.

his knuckles cracking he sighs rubbing the stubble in his jaw "im so sorry doll, this was all my fault. I caused this". In truth, he may have said those things which made me storm to my room, but I don't blame him for what happened im only glad he wasn't in the room when I was taken—things could have been worse.

"it isn't your fault. I don't blame you" I whisper lowly, my eyes staying sternly shut and my head staying rested on the cushion. "Kiara..." he said My eyes now very much open, glancing into a pair of grey eyes which normally held nothing, no emotion. but now I saw regret and shame

"While I was there..." I interrupt him his eyes going wide for a second but stopping as I Interrupted him again "while I was there I kept thinking. I don't honestly give a shit about what he said, and all I wanted was to be here. When I escaped I could have run, disappeared"

"why the fuck didn't you?" he says sitting forward his arms resting on his thighs
why didn't I? There are quite frankly many answers, one being my mom. another, he was close, he could protect me.

But the answer, the one that I knew was the right one surprised me. I felt almost stupid even thinking about it."I don't know." I shrug, a clenching deep in my stomach. "What do you mean you don't know"

man hes stupid, so naive. Changing the subject I ask "how did you know where I was?". my arms now wrapped around my waist the way his eyes trailed my body made me nervous, the cuts on my thighs covered with bandages. "I had my men check every single gas stations near the highway, luckily the third one we checked you were there'

"I killed someone"

"I know"

I didn't just kill him, I stabbed that dick right in the neck. I wish I could have hurt him more, pretty sadistic, But I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. "do you know why I actually bought you from the auction?" he growled and I sat up, my heart dropping saddened that again I would hear that sentence. that I meant nothing to him.

he must have noticed my 'sadness' as he continued "I looked at countless other women all of them shying away, crying, quiet. They all took the abuse."

"but you, crazy, you're special-different. You stripped and held up your middle fingers because that's who you are. you are strong, strong enough to handle all the bullshit I threw at you"

my eyes staring at his, this man painted a monster, making my heart flutter with just a few sentences. "if we are being honest about stuff then, I have shit to admit to you"I grumbled and he nods hastily.

I couldn't lie or pretend anymore, it feels like a weight on my shoulders. Not like the type of guilt from taking a sip from your parents vodka bottle, replacing the amount you took with water, no, but a heavy darkness of a dark twisted secret.

"My f-friends dragged me out to some ratchet club one night" I sighed, my hands fiddling slightly. My eyes focusing anywhere but his face. "Dressed me in slutty little dress, barley covering my asshole." I cracked a small joke but he didn't laugh.

He just listened intently, his fists clenching and unclenching, like he was holding himself back.
"then left me alone at the bar. I didn't drink god thanking because..." I stopped, shivering slightly as I remembered the way the man tried to touch me. "Because what kiara?"Lucien growled angrily, and I bit my lip tensely.

"a man came up to me, started to...touch me...g-grab me. But he- drugged me" I say and luciens jaw lightens like it was fused together, his hands clenching and his eyes burning straight in jealous. His breathing more rigid, and forced.

"I kicked him, and I ran. I just ran. I looked for my friends. The crowd was s-so big, i could barley even think." I could feel a tear sop down my cheek, and his anger faulted slightly

He said "Kiara, you don't need to finish.", he gave no ounce of pity, and he said it like he meant it.

"Yes. I do." My words shot out with a bit of anger, and he just nodded, as he avoided challenging me.

"I found my friend, but those cunt fucks basically told me to go fuck myself so I left, I got into my car—but when I started to drive there was a man" I say, thinking back to the memory just so glad those to sons of bitches were out of my life. "He had a gun on the back of my head, told me to drive off the road. So I did, and I tried to run." I shrug and he looks at me, the way he looked at me I will never forget.

"But I couldn't stay awake. I couldn't and everything went black. The next thing I knew I was in a cage. There were so many girls, so many cages..." I shook my head, the memories of the wailing girls beside me echoing in my ears.

The memory of the woman I talked to painted in my head, god I wonder where she is now, if she's even still alive. "A-a man came in told us to take off our clothes. W-water sprayed down and everyone screamed and then everything it just stoped"

By now I was full on sobbing, clutching my arms tightly in an attempt to comfort myself until I felt someone else's wrap around me. Lucien gripped me tightly, and my lungs lightened. "The man looked at me, got someone to take me out of the stupid cage. Everyone just looked at me, whistling as he touched me, called me his princess..." Lucien's hold on me tightened, as he shook slightly.

"He got me to take me to the fucking back, threw my ass into a makeup room and had someone dress me." I admitted "I wasn't some slut they picked from the streets. Just a normal girl with fucking terrible friends and bad judgment" I sighed, as I felt my chest become lighter. Sitting up, my legs thrown over Lucien's legs. His face looked angry, furious.

"I will kill them" was all he said and I just smiled, as I looked down realizing that his hand was plastered on my waist.

"You won't, because I want my friends to spend forever in guilt. I know it's bad, but I want them to know they are the reasons I disappeared" my eyes flamed with both anger and pleasure,

Was it bad I wanted them to suffer like I have?

And he smiled at me, his eyes lighting up slightly. Like he knew that quite possibly I was as crazy as him, and just as dark and twisty.

"So Mr.O'Rihley calm your titties, I don't want them dead...yet" I laughed grabbing his chest and squeezing slightly while I mocked him. He swatted my hands away, glaring at me warily. And I just looked up at him, smiling.

A marvelous and deviously handsome man, I mean any woman would easily drop their panties for him.

"Don't tell me to calm my tities" he growls but I could tell he was trying to be nice considering what I just went through

"Mrs.O'Rihley you are a pain in my ass, now go to bed" he smiles and I slap him lightly.

Both of us dumb stupid people who are barely adults, in way over our heads. The room we shared felt weird almost scary. Walking up to each window I lock them close before going to the bathroom and changing and doing my business.

"Did you know that my favorite type of alcohol is vodka?"I say lightly before placing myself under the covers, not close enough to him to be snuggling but enough that I could feel his warmth.

"Yes I did know that"

Hi.

Xoxo-A.K