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After my little encounter with Landon, gym passed by in a blur. I tried my best to avoid Landon and his stupid cocky attitude. I didn't get to talk to Chace at all, since Angela had ditched her teammates, who looked more than happy to have her leave, so she had been clinging to Chace the whole time.

When it was time to change and go to lunch. Samantha and I were heading towards the changing rooms when Landon passed by in front of us... Shirtless. Glancing at our awestruck faces, he smirked. Then bowed. I couldn't help but think. Damn, He has a hot body.

"Ladies, it was a pleasure working as a team" He said, taking our hands and kissing them. I kept my face blank while Samantha was literally red as a tomato. I rolled my eyes at her. Then headed towards the changing rooms. I took a towel and took a quick shower- with cold water. Threw on my uniform, then told Samantha I had some science essay to work on. She nodded and told me she'd see me next period.

I headed towards my locker and grabbed my science notebook. Then made a quick trip to the cafeteria. To see my other friends. My friends were sitting at our usual table. Across the cafeteria. I headed over and told one of my other close friends, Anna. To tell Nathan that I would be in the old music room if he came asking for me. She looked at me, suspiciously. I smiled and waved my notebook in her face. She laughed and nodded, understandingly.

I loved going to the music room. It was always so quiet and peaceful there, since no one ever came there. They said it was haunted. So the teachers started using one of the empty classrooms as a music room. Though I did hear someone or something in the distance. Like footsteps or voices. But I just ignored them. I opened the jammed doors and stepped into the old room.

I looked around with a small smile adorning my face. Then grabbed a chair and dusted the dust off of it and sat on it waiting for Nathan to show up.

10 minutes passed. No one came.

Another 10 minutes passes. I sighed and took out my notebook and within another 10 minutes of no one appearing. I was done the assignment. I put it back in my bag and got and headed towards the door. When a piano caught my eye.

I looked at it, my brows furrowing confused. Then I remembered overhearing some teachers talking about a piano being shifted in.

Without realizing it my feet were dragging me towards it. I lifted up the cover that was covering the keys and dropped my bag on the floor. I ran my hands over the dust coated keys. My eyes tears threatening to fall. A a million memories flew through my mind. Memories of my father and I sitting in the room where our grand piano was in. Me sitting in that room with my father sitting next on the bench in front of the piano. With my mother standing next to me as I played a beautiful tune that rang throughout our Victorian Style house . My mother and father beaming at me with pride, as I played every note right.

Before I knew it, my fingers were dancing on the keyboard. I was playing the exact tune that I had made, five years tune that made my parents so proud. My eyes were closed. A few tears escaped them. But I didn't bother wiping them away. Afraid that if I stopped playing... these memories would never return. These memories would never feel so lively again. My mind flashed back to that night.

The night that changed my whole life.

The night that had made my life Hell.

Flashback:

I waved goodbye to Samantha's mother as she dropped me off from a sleepover at their house. I stepped inside my house and put my jacket on hang.

"Mom, dad, I'm home!" I yelled. No response. I frowned. It was 11:30 p.m. on a Sunday. They were always up as this time.

I walked into the living room and gasped, my eyes widening in shock and fear. Both of my parents were lying there, on the floor, Both covered in blood. I opened my mouth to scream. When a hand clamped over my mouth and slammed me into the wall. I moaned in pain and glanced up, fearfully at the person.

Blond hair, almost white. And piercing red eyes. Wait, what? Red eyes! He wore all black and behind him stood 3 other guys. One with black hair. Two with brown hair. They all had the same red piercing eyes and wore black. They looked about 17 or 18 years old.

There they stood, towering over my parents wearing smirks and staring at me as if I was some kind of meal. They looked so unnatural. Red eyes, perfect flawless faces and strong yet muscular bodies.

I only saw this kind of beauty in my history textbook.

The myths of course. Not the guy who invented the printer or some random painter who had a crooked nose or teeth.

Aristocratic Beauty.

"Shh, now we don't want to attract attention, do we?" Blondie cooed. I let out a whimper. He smiled at me. Sending chills down my spine. He snapped his fingers and the black haired guy disappeared into the kitchen and came out a second later with a jug full of water. He splashed it on me mom and dad's face. Making them wake up a couple seconds later. My mother shrieked and started sobbing at the sight of me being held by God knows what his name is. Her black hair was tangled, her brown eyes were glossy and her beautiful heart-shaped face was streaked with tears.

My father was speaking to one of the guys in low hushed voices. His handsome face was creased with worry and anger. His green his green eyes flashing with fury, his mouth was moving so fast that I could barely keep up. My eyes flickered to the clock. 11: 35. No one would visit or by nay chance drop by for a quick visit. Blondie was apparently busy, brushing his lips against my neck. Making me shiver, unwillingly. He chuckled, quietly. And that caught my father's attention.

"William, let her go!" He growled. William laughed.

"Hm, let me see... No, after I'm done with both of you I'll have some fun with her." He said, tauntingly, and he slid a hand under my red v- neck sweater, caressing my bare skin. I suppressed another shiver, but instead let out a sob. My mother looked at me, through blurry eyes.

"Please" She whispered.

"No!" One of the guys with the brown hair yelled.

"We can talk this through. This is no way to treat a Royal." My father said. Looking more dangerous than ever. A royal? What the hell is dad talking about? I thought. William shook his head, laughing.

"You broke a promise, and you know the rest of the story better than I do." William said in a low voice. Than snapped his fingers, again. And both of the brown haired guys positioned themselves over my parents, their hands on my mother and father's necks.

My eyes widened in fear. I kicked and thrashed around, screaming and sobbing for them to let my parents go. They both looked at me, lovingly.

"Don't worry, sweetie we'll always be watching over you." My father said. A few tears escaping his own eyes. I then noticed that his and my mother's hands were tied behind their backs with a thick black rope. His words made me cry even harder.

Then right in front of my eyes.

I saw my parents being murdered. While I stood there, doing nothing.

I started screaming like there was no tomorrow. William twisted me around and slapped me right across my face. The blow was so hard that it made me fall to the ground. I whimpered and tried to crawl over to my now, dead parents. When he grabbed my hair and yanked me up towards him. My eyes fell on the clock.

12:05 a.m

Happy Birthday, Sofia.

"Your turn" He breathed in my ear. He glanced over his shoulder.

"Wait for me outside" He ordered. They all left with forlorn expressions. The guy with the black hair glanced at me before leaving. I swear I thought I saw a flash of pity flicker through his no, he left too.

After they exited my house. William grabbed my arm and dragged me upstairs to my room. He slammed the door and I took a step backwards. I started crying, out loud. I saw a look of annoyance cross his strolled towards me and grabbed my neck, his fingers digging in my skin, and slammed me into him.

"Oh, shut up already!" He snarled.

I started sobbing out of control. He rolled his eyes.

"Maybe this will shut you up" He suggested with a smirk.

He crashed his lips to mine.

I struggled. But he was like a brick wall. And soon his fingers found their way to the hem of my sweater.

Half an hour later I sat next to my parents. just staring. Not crying. I felt so dirty. In seconds my life had gone from being Heaven to Hell, Permanently. I sat for hours. Just replaying the happy memories with my family.

I didn't hear Samantha's mother ring the doorbell, several times to come pick me up for school. Then finally enter through the unlocked doors and scream at the sight of my parents lying there dead. I didn't feel her arms around me as she cried softly for me and for her childhood best friend. I didn't see the police come to my house. I didn't smell the vanilla scented perfume my mother always wore as they passed by me with her body. I didn't talk as the police bombarded me with questions about what happened.

I started going to school a couple months later. But I was like a statue. Emotionless. I barely talked.

My distant aunt was the only family I had left. So they handed me over to her. She horrible. Made me do all the work. Never cooked. But she never hit me. We had moved closer to the cemetery, where my parents had been buried.

When I turned sixteen, she left to go live with her boyfriend. Leaving me alone. The court still thought that she lived with me. She still payed all the bills, though she lived across the country.

I only considered Samantha, family. She was the one who bought me out of my misery. Everyone knew that my parents had been murdered. But only she and her mother knew that I had raped as well.

A tear trailing down my cheek and someone gently wiping it away. Awoke me from my daydream. I glanced up in surprise to see Chace standing there. Next to me.

"That was beautiful" He said, softly. I quickly got up, grabbing my bag.

"Thanks" I said, my voice hoarse. I adjusted the strap on my shoulder and turn around to see Samantha standing there, gazing at me. She walked towards me and wrapped her arms around me. Softly whispering soothing words to me and smoothing my hair with motherly hair.

I closed my eyes and rested my head on her shoulder.