Chapter 01| Welcome Home
It was pitch black, my sense of sight completely blocked by the rag tied over my eyes. The room reeked of death and dampness. Blood spewed from my mouth as a fist connected with my jaw, freeing the covering from my sight. With the rag off my eyes I could finally take in my surroundings, yup the hundredth floor of the living hell I called home.
I couldn't fight back, those were the rules. Punches, knees, and elbows were coming out nowhere. I took all of it without uttering a single word.
My hands where tied roughly behind my back as they strapped me to a chair. The clinking of metal could be heard as Kuga sharpened his knives.
I swallowed the urge to slit his throat, and allowed myself to indulge him, chuckling to myself while licking some of the blood off my lip as I stared Kuga straight in his dark silver orbs, "I said go fuck yourself princess." I spat lowly
I coughed up more blood, while maintaining eye contact, "Fuck you, Kuga" I choked out as I spit blood in his face.
I never understood the phrase, "There are things worse than death", until this moment. Pain was all I felt. My cerulean eyes were nearly slits by the time I regained consciousness. I had lost more blood than my body could generate and could barely hear the faint echo of the giant iron doors unlatching. My body was numb and judging from the bruises and wounds that covered my it, that more than just a few ribs were broken. It's finally over, was the last thing I thought to myself as I passed out.
I quickly bandaged the last of Gaara's wounds. "You did it little brother, your officially part of the family." I cooed to myself as I reached out to brush aside the red hair that clung to my brother's forehead. I gasped as he snatched my wrist and griped it tightly. His dark eyes fluttered open rapidly as he choked out in his deep voice "The fuck are you doing?"
I was dreaming, that same dream of mother again when I felt a hand touch my face. I quickly snatched it away as my eyes shot open. "The fuck are you doing?" I grunted as I glanced up at the skinny blonde in front of me.
The light flickered on as I examined myself. I never understood why people found me attractive, having always been told as a child that my presence alone disgusted the people I loved, but as I looked in the mirror a few things stood out to me.
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