*Zachary's POV*
"...Her name was Rosaline but I called her Rosie" The man said his golden eyes softening at the thought of the woman that stole his heart.
"Rosie was a kind woman with a pure heart but if a person hurt someone she cared for or betrayed her she became the exact opposite cold and cruel not even knowing the meaning of mercy anymore."
The man said as a smile faded from his face looking Zachary into his purple eyes losing all tenderness he was showing earlier for that woman that he loved eyes hardened, darkening resembling peanutbutter.
"For you to know everything I need to start from the beginning the very start to now for a person like you to understand why I am doing this and what drove me to wanting to kill a little girl that isn't as innocent as she seems."
'I have nothing better to do and this might help me later on. I need to find out why and maybe I could stop any harm coming to my baby sister.
From the very start I knew she isn't as she seems especially when she lost her memory it was more like a different person was there but there is something about her now that draws me in.'
Zachary thought still wanting to unravel the mystery that is his little sister. He focused his gaze back on the man his purple amethyst orbs and the mans honey golden pools of eyes clashing waiting for the man to start with his story.
"I was a man that never deserved love and was neglected by my whole family being alone from the start desperately clinging on to any love I could get yet everytime I felt I had a strong hold it vanished from my grasp as if it never was there to begin with.
Pretty soon I gave up on anyone caring for me in this world and became detached fully when I was 14 not caring about anybody too scared to have my heart break again when someone either betrayed or abandoned me again…"
*Villians POV*
"Only 4 more years" I mumbled under my breath as my parents were yelling about how much of a disappointment I was and they wished they aborted me.
'I will be 18 in 4 years and all this torture will end. Only 4 years left I hope I can last' I thought as I was looking down the stairs at them as they argued.
My attention shifted to me bruised arm remembering how I got it then I suddenly blinked trying not remember that bitter memory and what they did.
I refocused on the shadows at the end of the hall downstairs feeling nothing as I looked at them fighting like they were strangers.
'Why should I care about those people when they never cared for me?'
I questioned myself as bitterness glazed over my eyes walking to my room that looked more like a big closet slumping on the ground after I softly closed the door so no one would know I escaped my tiny prison cell.
"Thankfully I start freshman year tomorrow and won't have to deal with this anymore." I whispered to myself content with being anywhere but in this place that feels like a prison.
As my eyes started slowly close I heard the voices of my detached parents get louder and the last word I heard before succumbing to sleep is my mother screeching.
"Why couldn't I have a girl instead at least I would be able to sell her instead of having a useless boy that isn't even worthy of death"
As I heard the words a single tear fell from my long lashes that hid my golden orbs as I fell into an abyss of sleep having my usual nightmares that were better then the reality I lived in.
My eyes bolted open when It became 5 in the morning as usual. I started getting ready putting on black jeans and a black shirt.
I carefully put on my black tennis shoes so no one would hear as I walked out the door until I heard a soft click going on a run for an hour in a half before arriving at school.
As I walked into the school I saw the men's locker room and went in to take a shower so the refreshing warm water could rinse off all my sweat and dirt making me clean.
I got dressed and then walked to the school library where I have a key smiling softly at the old lady who trusted me with it since I work here part-time after school.
As I sat down on one of the chairs I took out the books from my bag reading it so I could pass my time in here the book making me forget who I was temporarily being transferred as the main character in my book called 'Amber's Hidden Secret'
"Poor girl she was young and lived her life as a lie. That was a terrible way to die." I muttered out in a barely audible voice feeling pity for the Female Lead that had a tragic past.
'At least she got a chance to be loved but that fucking Author killed off the one person that Amber needed' The man thought clicking his tongue pissed at the stupid Author that only knows how to hurt her characters.
The man's golden orbs flickered towards the clock on the wall getting up and walking to his first-period class since school would be starting for him soon.
As the last bell rang, the teacher was going to lock the door because if a student couldn't be on time they didn't deserve to be in his class especially since they couldn't even respect him enough to be punctual.
"W-WAIT!" A girl with shining black eyes and pitch black hair yelled at the top of her lungs stuttering as she was panting for air looking like she ran a marathon as her black hair stuck to her sweaty hair and neck.
'She's kinda pretty' I thought as my gaze kept going in between her huge black eyes and pink lips that looked like two cute little strawberries.
'But she looks too innocent' I thought looking away as my ears turned pink, embarrassed at having those thoughts when she wouldn't even talk to a guy like me.
The teacher looked at the girl sharply before sighing in defeat and pointing towards a seat. 'Oh, she'll be next to me.' I thought feeling a little nervous at being this close to a girl like her.
"Hello! My name is Rosie" As soon as the girl sat down she turned herself to me and said those words in a tone that's sweeter than sugar.
I looked at her and nodding not knowing what to say. 'Maybe if she hears my voice she will hate me like my family? I don't deserve kindness I will make her regret ever looking at me.
"My name is-"
"Be quiet Freshies! This is a classroom, not lunch no talking!" The teacher said sternly, obviously pissed that everyone was talking and not listening to the lecture.
From the corner of my eye, I saw the girl pouting obviously not happy that she can't talk anymore. I subconsciously curled up my lips in amusement, when I noticed the girl next to me did too.
As I looked at her I saw the words clearly written over her face asking 'You can smile?'. My lips twitched in annoyance as I looked away from the girl ignoring her.
'I don't like these feelings I need to get away from her' I thought to myself having a feeling that if I let these feelings come out they will consume me whole.
Devouring my last shred of sanity that's only being help by a thread of string needing only one little tug.