The Million Dollar Man

We are brought into this world, completely and totally pure. We are innocent and naïve, unknowing of the horrors that this world holds.

It's unfortunate, really, how this twisted, cruel world corrupts you. Your innocence is destroyed, trust is broken, and you start to accept the evil that you are given, for love and compassion becomes a rarity. Our innocence is tainted and we learn how unjust and unfair the world we live in is.

For some, they are able to go through life unaware of how sickening it truly is. It's those people that I envy.

They live a fairytale life.

Unfortunately for me, there is no happily ever after for a girl in a gang.

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My legs were pumping back and forth, as were my arms. Desperate gasps of air filled the silence while my feet barely touched the ground as I sprinted through the dark street.

The tears had dried up by now, but I knew that the second I stopped running; the floodgates would reopen.

It was much too dark for me to see anything, but I couldn't be bothered by the lack of light, or direction for that matter.

The sound of tires approaching made me make a sharp right, and dive straight through a thicket of thorn bushes. Hisses of pain exited my mouth but I forced myself to remain quiet as the car slowly drove by, beams of light flooding out of the car and darting around.

I pressed myself into the cold, hard bricks, a shaky hand placed over my mouth. It felt as if years had passed before the car finally drove off, and I was able to take my hand away.

Small scratches were peppered over my body, but there wasn't much physical damage.

Oh no. The pain I felt was specifically linked to my damaged emotional state.

I bit my lip and emerged from the wall of thorn bushes that had provided me shelter from the flashlights.

I couldn't stop now.

One again I found myself running as quickly as I could, my heart rate dramatically taking off as I sprinted through the unlit streets.

Up ahead, I could see that there were lights streaming from large buildings. I hesitated for a moment before continuing forwards, praying that they wouldn't be there.

Why was I running? Who was I running from?

Fear pulsed through my veins as I rounded a corner, heading into the alley just behind the large buildings. Judging from the loud music that was echoing from within, I could only assume that I was now standing behind a club, and was in a new part of the city.

I backed into the wall, sinking into the shadows. My heart was now slowing down and returning to it's normal pace, but I was on edge. Every noise seemed to be a danger to me, and I felt incredibly vulnerable standing there.

The tears pricked the edges of my eyes and a weak cry left my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut as more tears leaked from my eyes, and I felt a headache begin to start.

I let out gasp of terror when the door, no more than ten feet away, was flung open and four men came tumbling out.

Two of the guys were holding back one of the men, while the other man punched the helpless man mercilessly.

I turned my head away, unable to watch any more. In fear that the men could be part of Kings, I quickly shuffled away, my footsteps drowned out by the man's pained screams.

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Picking up the pace, and turned the corner without another thought, my mind elsewhere. A strangled scream left my lips when I stumbled into someone, their large frame knocking me straight onto the ground. My eyes instantly met his, dread pooling in the pit of my stomach.

Instead of meeting the dark, brown eyes that haunted my being, my eyes met a pair of green eyes- ones that I knew all too well.

<< H-Harry ? » My voice was filled with disbelief and the utmost amount of shock.

His signature smirk crossed his lips, and the faint lines of his killer dimples indented each cheek.

<< I can only imagine why you don't look happy to see me, Evelyn Summers. >>

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<< What do you mean I can't go out tonight? » I snapped, my tone verging on a childlike whine. My arms were tightly crossed over my chest and my hip jutted out while I angrily stomped my foot. Sebastian's eyes were focused on the papers in front of him, and he didn't look up once as he responded.

<< Stop being immature. >>

The anger boiled over and I let out a high-pitched scream of annoyance. My face was scrunched up in frustration and my throat ached after my act of immaturity. Sebastian only chucked and gave me a quick glance, amusement written on his features.

My eyes watered and I coughed pathetically, a hoarse feeling in my throat.

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<< This is what you get for not taking training seriously yesterday. >> I frowned, my eyes blurry from the tears due to my strained coughing fit.

<< That's not fair, » I croaked out, wiping my eyes lightly.

Sebastian sighed and placed the papers back down onto the desk, a small smile crossing his expression.

My arms were hanging limply at my sides as Sebastian made his way over to me, his hands running through his hair tiredly. I watched him warily as he approached me, flinching when his hand rose. Being as observant as he is, it was evident that Sebastian ignored my reaction and only chose to continue his movements.

His fingertips ghosted over the tops of my cheeks, softly wiping away the moisture left over. I slumped forwards a bit, and Sebastian wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a comfortable hug.

Two weeks ago, when I woke up entangled in the sheets, cuddling with the Sebastian King after he had comforted me, a lot changed.

For one, we haven't tried to kill each other. Secondly, I had been debating whether I should escape or not.

I had been lying low, trying not to start anything, while thinking about the pros and cons of leaving.

For instance, I was at the top of my game. I had successfully completed twelve jobs over the three weeks and three days that I had been a part of Kings, and it was getting easier and easier as time went on. Not to mention the fact that I was actually growing closer to the boys- including Sebastian.

Maybe it was because I didn't see him as much, or maybe we were both simply insane and bi-polar.

But then, I would remember what it was like back when I was a part of London's Eyes. When I would be able to have control of what I did, not be forced to follow some routine.