I inhaled firmly, seeking to relieve my nerves, and immediately moved my hand across my mouth, making sure I didn't have any slobber left over from Alex. God, the guy was such a bastard. I can't believe he forced me to suck his dick here inside the damn clothing store's changing room. I would have been stupidly mortified if my mother had spotted us or anyone of the store employees. I can't imagine a nice, extravagant place like this had people fornicating inside changing rooms. As soon as I pushed the changing room curtain to the side, I came face to face with my mother, who, to her credit, was trying hard not to cry. She is failing, her eyeliner is running down the corners of her eyes, and her cheeks are turning red. I can't believe Zane was so cruel that he would do this to her when she was surrounded by people. I mean, not that him doing this is exceptional in any situation, but this was just heartless of him, to embarrass her like this.“Are you okay?” I whispered and placed
I'm sitting in the taxi that's now bringing me to my new school, Blackmore Academy. Sounds scary, right? Yeah, I know.Don't ask me why they made a school with that name. I tried googling up the school name and found jack shit. Nothing at all. They have nothing, no information, no pictures.Nothing.If I had grown up in a better life than I was, I would be terrified and plain afraid, but I'm not. I'm me, I'm Lexi, and I have spent my life being abused at home. That left scars on me, and I mean literal scars. One of my foster mothers thought it was okay to whip me with a belt on my back when she thought I was “acting” out.The bitch.We have been driving for hours, 4 to be precise, and I can't help but let my mind swirl with curiosity about my birth mother. She contacted me two months ago, thanks to the money provided by her new husband. She hired a private investigator, and he found me one month later. It makes me wonder how hard did she try to find me before.I remember little abou
The driver pulls to a slow stop right at the edge of the steps and climbs out of the car. I don't even pay much attention to him. My eyes are glued to the students walking around the courtyard.Suddenly, I feel self-conscious. I don't want to step out like this, not in front of them all. This is why I wished my mom would have at least met me here for my first day before leaving on her honeymoon. You would think meeting your child for the first time in seventeen years would be important enough to push back the honeymoon trip. I guess to a woman like my mom, it's not as essential as going on her honeymoon to Spain.The school never sent me any uniforms, so I ended up having to wear something that I owned, and it's sad to say that a lot of my clothing doesn't look the best. Most have stains on them or holes, just because I have had them for a long time.My mother mentioned that I have a credit card coming in the mail, and when it arrives, the headteacher will give it to me. My stepfa
We walk through the front doors, and my eyes widen as I take in what's in front of me. The walls, just like the outside, are gloomy, but instead of black, they are an ominous gray with the floors being a black marble color. Pictures with little name plates under them shine on the walls down the walkway.I would love to maybe read the names one day and look up the people on the walls, then maybe I could know a little about the school. Each one, though I see, is wearing dark black suits with red ties, a black rose pinned on the right side of their chests, and they are not smiling at all.They are more like smirking, like they know they are going to hold power, and you would think the pictures would be of older men, but nope. They are around my age, a year older. Perhaps when they graduate?Who the heck knows?“So how did you get in here?” Shelby's words push through my thoughts again, and I smile up at her, hauling my suitcase behind me.“Personal driver,” I mumble out, still working
Several minutes later, we are eating our food, and no one has bothered us yet, thank goodness. Shelby gets a little less stiff in her seat and relaxes. She has been about the professors, giving me a run-down as she called it.“Professor Longworth doesn't like when students answer without raising their hands, and professor MacLaine doesn't like when students come to her class unprepared. Both will kick students out. The rest are straightforward to get along with, but just watch those two, okay? They are the mean, grumpy ones that shouldn't even be teaching to begin with.” She explains as she finishes up with her breakfast.Right as I'm about to take my last bite, I heard someone shouting. I quickly turned my head to watch some black-haired boy standing in front of the knight's table. Suddenly, the one on the right, the one I stupidly let myself drool over in the courtyard, my stepbrother, leans over, grabs the kid by his shirt, bringing them nose to nose, saying something. I can't hear
“What happened?” Shelby's quick words cut through my emotions. I have never been so nervous, and I don't even know why. Something is different from those two than the boys I am used to.They are cold, like they just don't give a shit about nothing but themselves. Like one wrong word, I may actually end up in a ditch, but that's ridiculous, of course.“They wanted to introduce themselves-” I stutter out and can't even finish my damn sentence.What the hell was that, even? And who do they actually think they are to even speak to me like that?“Let's just forget about them,” I suggest as Shelby now leads me out the back door towards the girl's dorm. Thank God, I don't think the boys can get to me there. I looked up at the building as we got closer, and each door outside the building had balconies. I will have to make sure I keep my door locked. Hopefully, my room's at the top.“Yeah, let's just go to our rooms and rest for the remainder of the day. I don't think I'm going to go eat for
I wake up with a startled gasp and try to sit up, but I become so dizzy that I actually have to close my eyes tightly before opening them up again. I see blurring lights around the room, but otherwise, it's dark as hell in here. Groaning softly, I flatten my hands on the floor and pushed myself to sit up, fighting the urge to throw up.What happened to me?I feel sick, as if I move too fast, I'm going to start throwing up that spaghetti I ate.I try to widen my eyes to look around, and I see a few figures in black robes surrounding me.What the hell?I climb to my feet quickly, feeling my knees almost buckle under me, but I fight to stand up, not understanding what the hell is going on.Am I still at the school? How long did I sleep?“Where am I?” I whimper as I feel the tears starting to flow down my cheeks, waiting for whoever brought me here to respond."Hello?" I called out and tried to get my blurring eyesite to focus."Is anyone here?""You need to leave my school," Zane snarled
The next morning, I'm laying in my bed, too afraid to get out from underneath my covers. After Zane and Alec basically dragged me back to my dorm room, one I can't remember which one did it now, but he picked up my phone from the nightstand. He said he was programming both of their numbers into it before sending a text from my phone to all of theirs.He also said he was installing a fucking tracking app on my phone. Apparently, the school has their own and people can share locations with friends on there. They both will know my location every second of the day.Great.Consider me fucking warned.I have yet to leave my bed. It's now 6am, and I have to pee so badly that I'm squeezing my thighs together.I'm too afraid that once I start my day that it's real. Right now inside my head, I keep telling myself over and over that I just dreamed that last night. Ain't no way I just became a fucking pet for two heartless assholes named Zane and Alec, but the cut on my neck tells me it was defini
I inhaled firmly, seeking to relieve my nerves, and immediately moved my hand across my mouth, making sure I didn't have any slobber left over from Alex. God, the guy was such a bastard. I can't believe he forced me to suck his dick here inside the damn clothing store's changing room. I would have been stupidly mortified if my mother had spotted us or anyone of the store employees. I can't imagine a nice, extravagant place like this had people fornicating inside changing rooms. As soon as I pushed the changing room curtain to the side, I came face to face with my mother, who, to her credit, was trying hard not to cry. She is failing, her eyeliner is running down the corners of her eyes, and her cheeks are turning red. I can't believe Zane was so cruel that he would do this to her when she was surrounded by people. I mean, not that him doing this is exceptional in any situation, but this was just heartless of him, to embarrass her like this.“Are you okay?” I whispered and placed
My mouth hung open in shock as his words finally registered. He can't be serious. He actually wants me to drop down to my knees here? In the dressing room with at least ten people, including my mother, is on the other side of that door. He has clearly lost his fucking mind, and therefore I told him exactly that.“You can't be serious, Alec,” I snarled, balled my hands into fists, and beat them against his chest in frustration. “No, I'm not doing this. You need to leave before my mother comes back. You have lost your mind if you think I'm going to suck your dick inside this dressing room.”“Did you forget who owns that body?” He growled and tightened his fingers around my throat. “You allowed Zane inside your body, now I want my turn. You fucking belong to me too. That body is mine to do whatever the fuck I want with, and right now, I want your mouth wrapped around my dick. You have a choice-”“Oh really?” I snorted, rolled my eyes, and leaned my head against the wall, hoping he didn't
The next morning, I'm still laying in my comfortable bed, wrapped up in a soft purple fuzzy blanket when my door was pushed up. The maid from yesterday came walking into my room, not saying a word, and she headed straight towards my window. She yanked the blind up, and the bright morning sun suddenly filled my room, causing me to quickly squeeze my eyes shut.“What are you doing?” I mumbled and jerked my fuzzy blanket over my face, not wanting to be woken up fully just yet. “Mrs. Blackmore has been awake since seven this morning ready to start yalls mother and daughter day. It's now nine, and she has been waiting for two hours, allowing you to sleep longer, but it's time for you to get up now,” she informed me before walking across my room, and doing the same thing with my other window blind.“Too much light,” I hissed, when I felt the sun beating down against the thin blanket. “I'll be down in a little while.”“No. You need to get up now,” she said and yanked my blanket off me, forci
“How are you liking Blackmore Academy, Lexi?” Alex Blackmore asked, lifted his fork, and cut into his piece of perfectly cooked steak. “It's a good school, sir. Thank you for supporting me in attending it with Zane. I appreciate it,” I responded to his question, nervously, and uncomfortable as I felt Zane's eyes on me. I still can't believe I allowed that to happen. He had been smirking at me throughout our meal, looking arrogant, and it took everything I had inside me not to embarrass us both in front of our parents and smash my steak into his face.Alex Blackmore didn't look like I had expected him to look. I imagined an elderly man, salt and pepper hair, and a little overweight. However, my vision of my new stepfather was definitely incorrect. Alex was a good-looking older man, and I can't see where Zane got his good looks and firm jaw from. I can't blame my mother for falling in love with him. He has been nothing but kind to me since he came back from his office. He even expla
I'm sitting outside, leaning my back against the beautiful fountain, twirling a delicate white flower between my fingers, and being overwhelmed with emotions. First, about everything my mother said to me. Was any of that true? I tried to rack my memories around for a good five minutes, trying to remember if my father ever acted the way she had suggested, but I was so young. It's all hazy.Second, with what I had just allowed to happen inside the living room with Zane. I allowed myself to fall apart on his fingers, and I demanded he finish what he had started. I knew he was just messing with me and was only seeking to make me even more frustrated than I already was. I just needed to forget what I had heard, only if it was for a few minutes. I needed an outlet for the pain, and Zane provided me with it.My phone vibrated inside my hands, and I sighed in aggravation when I saw the group name masters flash on my screen. I would rather not deal with either of them right now, but I know i
I don't know what to believe right now. Is my mom deceiving me because she wants me to forgive her? Or was my dad the one that was lying to me when I had him the reason as to why she decided to leave us. I tried to think back, to remember my dad being anything but the best dad I could have asked for, and my mind couldn't come up with a single thing that suggested he was cable of being abusive.It took me several minutes, getting lost inside this ridiculously big house two times, until I finally found Zane.He was sitting in the living room, watching a football game. I walked deeper into the room, not really wanting to ask my stepbrother for help, but I felt like I didn't have any other choice. If I wanted to leave her, I'll have to suck up my pride and ask him for help."I need to leave," I announced, walked in front of him blocking his view of the TV, and demanded his attention. "I'm watching the game pet," he growled, disturbed, raised his leg, and tried to push me aside, but I sho
“Hello,” I told the woman who ditched me when I was a baby. I didn't choose to hug her. I would be uncomfortable and truly. She didn't deserve for me to just fall into her arms. Here, she is experiencing the perfect life when I struggled many nights pondering about how and what I was going to eat before retiring to bed. I took a second to glance her over. She has the same hair color as me. Though hers is remarkably highlighted, I can still see her original color beneath the blond streaks. The black dress she is wearing looks to be pricier than everything I have combined. I look at her face, trying to find myself in her beautiful features, but she has makeup on her face going along with her dark red tinted lips.I tentatively raised my shaking palm and held it out to her.“Oh,” she stammered, her brilliant smile falling into a frown as she looked down at my hands. “I'm glad you are here, Lexi,” she said, sounding sincere, grabbing my hand gently with her white coated nails, and she s
Two days later, I'm sitting in a car with Zane being transported to my new home. My mom had called me declaring how delighted she was she to get to know me and that she was overjoyed I would finally meet her new husband, Alex Blackmore.Zane has yet to respond a word to me. We have been riding in silence, and I'm not objecting at all. I would rather not deal with my smug prick of a step-brother and didn't need to be reminded of the horrible, disturbed situation I found myself in. I'm staring out the window, leaning my head against my hand when I felt his warm palm landing on top of my thigh. I didn't bother turning my head, I was just going to ignore him. I would not let him spoil this weekend for me. Even though I mildly was still agitated at my mother for leaving me, I still craved to get to know her, and I wasn't going to let my vile stepbrother wreck this for me.“Remember what we told you. Do not speak a word about our little game to our parents,” Zane leaned over and growled a
I have not talked much with Alec and Zane for the past week. I do not know what happened or why they started to ignore the fact that they forced me to be their pet. I was supposed to go with them to check on business things. Just before we walked out of my dorm room, Alec gotten a text mentioned the street word rip to Zane.I do not remember much from the streets, but I know what the term ripped meant. It meant someone tried to steal their product. Instead of taking me with them, they snarled, growled, started texting people, and left my dorm room without a word.The knights had begun to act as if they didn't know who I was throughout the course of the last week. During our classes, I attended and took notes. I spent an entire day looking for a copy machine and ended up copying two sets of my notes. I would have all of their notes for them before dinner and leave them on the table before going to fix all of our trays.I didn't say anything to them in the c