“You don’t know me. You’ve never known me because you chalked me up to be some useless brat you constantly fix mistakes for. I let you all define me. I’ve always just been whatever the fuck you all needed: funny Khaos, quiet Khaos, the Khaos that pushes you right into love when you’re too fucking blind. You don’t see how much she means to me because you don’t fucking see me. No one sees me except her.” My fingers were fisting the material so hard I wondered if I ripped his shirt when he cracked a smile.
His smirk bothered me instantly when he said, “I was testing a theory. Either way you’re becoming a blood donor tonight.”
Letting go of his shirt, I slumped down in the chair still riddled with anxiety and anger. I let myself fold over trying to get centered even though this wasn’t my adult tree house or a bathroom floor like I preferred.
“You’re a fucking psychopath.”
Vic folded his arms over his broad chest, “I had to make sure she meant something and wasn’t just part of your fucking antics… she’s a good person, not part of your fucking reverse harem plot.” A small pause between thoughts he spoke again, “Clave knows that video exists even though we buried it by giving Rodriguez a raid. She’s the new price of you missing an event, dumbass. That’s DuPonte’s only rule and you broke it.”
He wasn’t wrong. The Clave doesn’t do well with broken rules and if you’re lucky enough to survive the punishment then it means you lost crucial parts of your life.
Loved ones mostly.
Considering I was the most unattached, the Clave would find a way to hurt me and being caught on tape with the girl I love was as good as me forking over the truth on a silver platter for them.
Hurt me here, please.
We both joked around the idea of us being forbidden because of who we belong to but nothing was more honest.
Star crossed lovers doomed by our loyalties.
“What do you want me to do, Vic? Get on my knees and beg you to make it better? Keep smiling because it’s easier for you guys? I fucked up but I can clean up after myself.”