Who Aunt and Uncle raised me to be.
Every day is a battle in this war Aiden created.
Sometimes, I get weak and hide in the library or cry by myself in the bathroom.
However, I never show weakness in front of him.
Not when I’m almost sure he gets off on it.
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He’s usually sitting there, relaxed, watching intently as his minions turn my life into hell.
Only there’s nothing relaxed about his expression. I swear if demons can spill from someone’s eyes, they’d be crowding his space.
When he plays football or when he’s in class, Aiden is every bit the golden boy.
Excellent grades.
Elites’ ace striker.
Contagious smile.
But with me?
Aiden King is one dark fucker.
He only gives me murderous glares as if my mere existence offends him. As if I’m the reason for the world’s endless wars and famine.
That arsehole ruined my fresh start in this school.
My dream.
My new page.
I hate him.
Kim releases me and runs out of the classroom. Xander starts after her with wide strides.
I attempt to follow, but Silver blocks my way with a plastic smile. “She doesn’t need a maid, Frozen.”
“Get out of my way,” I grind out. When she doesn’t move, I push her and throw over my shoulder to no one in particular. “Oh, and if you have to bring someone down to feel so good about yourselves, then I feel sorry for you.”
I don’t wait for a reply as I run down the hallway.
It’s a trip to the back garden where Kim usually hides — or finds peace, as she calls it.
After a minute of full-speed running, my heart’s palpitations skyrocket into an irregular rhythm.
I stop at the corner of the third tower to catch my breath. My palm clutches my heart as sweat breaks over my brows.
Breathe in. Blow out.
Inhale. Exhale.
In.
Out.
My nails dig into my chest over RES’s logo as I exit the building and head to the back garden.