I wake up by the sound of my alarm buzzing and as soon as I make a simple movement, such as lift my arm up to turn the alarm off, pain shoots through my entire body like a wild fire.

A yelp escapes my lips and I lay back down on the hard mattress to take some deep breaths. I have to stop myself from letting the tears fall when I finally have the courage to stand up. My legs are painfully sore and they are uncontrollably shaking as I take some hesitant steps towards my bathroom.

Once I get there, I turn the switch on, which lights the bathroom and look at my horrid reflexion in the mirror. My face is pale compared to the big purple bruises that is already forming around my neck and my arms. They are the same shape as his hands that straggled me a couple of hours earlier. My empty eyes stare at the broken girl who's reflexion is in the dirty mirror.

This isn't me. I hear myself think.

It's not the same cheerful girl who lived to love a few years ago. Time changed this little girl.

I slowly start to strip out of my clothes and get in the shower to get rid of this dirty and disgusted feeling that I have in the pit of my stomach. I let the cold water run down my naked body as I try to relax my sore muscles, but the freezing shower doesn't help in any way. It only makes the shaking of my members worse. Sadly I don't have the right to use warm or even lukewarm water to shower, I am not worthy enough for it apparently.

The images of the night, before flash through my eyes, and I feel like I might throw up, thinking of his dirty hands on me over and over again.

After turning the cold stream off, I get out of the shower and start to get ready to go to work in the local coffee shop, even that is the last thing I want to do.

I wear a turtle, long sleeved black shirt to cover up my bruises, even though I know it will be way too hot, but at least no one will notice. I almost end up on the floor two times, because of how weak my legs are and to be honest, I would be shocked if I don't pass out in the middle of the coffee shop, while I serve a cup of coffee today. But I don't have a choice, I need to work today.

As I quietly make my way down the stairs, I stop a few times to catch my breath and at the same time I look out for any sounds that would tell me that someone is already awake, even though I'm pretty sure everyone is still sleeping. But lucky me, I make my way out of the house safely and as soon as I close the door behind me I let out a heavy sight of relief. At least I won't get another layer of beating for the next few hours.

Work is painful today, I don't deny it. Emma my colleague, probably saw me in pain, but I think she decided to leave it, probably too afraid to bother me. She is too sweet, she noticed my bruises multiple times and tried to talk to me about it, but I denied it each and every time. I couldn't possibly let her know what is going on at home...

So I kept a fake ass smile on my face even though, under this surface I am crumbling into a thousand pieces.

I hold on to my sliver necklace when I feel like I was going to faint and weirdly it helped. I don't even know how I got this necklace. It must have been my parents who gave it to me at my birth, before they died in the car crash and since then it never left my side, always hanging around my neck.

It had some initials graved in a rectangular plate hanging on a silver chain, which hung loosely around my neck and I could feel it swinging around each and every time I moved. Something I got used to and found comfort in.

B.K

These are the initials graved in the sliver plate. I don't know who B.K possibly could be, but it isn't my name, that's for sure. It doesn't stop me from wearing it every single day for the rest of my life though, I have the feeling it contains so much more than just these two initials, but I can't figure it out. After all, the only people who could possibly know are dead;

My parents.

I still have a blurry image of their faces, one of the few memories I have of them, as they are looking down at me in a proud smile, holding on to each other and talking. It's right before their green eyes look behind my small figure and where they probably indicate someone to come towards us. I don't remember much more.

But for now I am still in the coffee shop, struggling to serve the people on the terrace and at the same time the people inside waiting to order. I nearly crashed into someone that was standing right outside the door when I got out with a tray in my hands.

Luckily I didn't, because this person looked nothing like a kind person, rather an evil one with his slick black suit and glasses to be honest. He was angrily shouting at someone on the phone, so I kept my head low and I walked past him to get to my table, not wanting to upset him even more.

"Here is your Matcha Latte and of course the famous carrot cake. Enjoy." I smiled to the girl who ordered that a few minutes earlier. She thanked me and I left to get back inside, mentally cursing because of the pain I felt in my sore legs.

Once again I had to get past the man with the black suit, who eyed me with a blank look, which made a cold shiver run down my spin. I listened to a piece of his conversation before getting back inside.

" ...I got the money. I'm on my way back now, but-"

Gosh I wonder what this guy could possibly do for work. He seems so rich, and I can tell just by looking at his clothes and his watch. Well maybe I am totally wrong, who knows ? It could be a fake one for all I know.

My overthinking ass gets interrupted behind the counter, when the bell of the shops rings, indicating the entry of a new costumer. I look up from behind the bar and spot the same guy coming towards me with once again an emotionless expression on his face. He takes off his black sunglasses to reveal his dark green eyes filled with mystery. I'm taken aback by the similarity of our features who seem weirdly familiar, as if I actually knew him.

Which couldn't possibly be the case, because otherwise I would have remembered him. Same eyes, same bone structure...gosh why am I even analyzing him like that. His hair colour is not even the same, he has light brown hair, while I have black hair- Gosh Magnolia stop this.

As he stops right in front of the counter, I watch as he eyes me once again with a curious look. I give him a small smile even though I am completely terrified of this guy, which he rudely doesn't return.

"What can I get you ?" I politely ask him with an effort to not make my voice shake. After all he is just a simple customer that wants to get served, so be so scared of him.

" A large black coffee, no sugar, no milk" he sternly responds and looks down on his phone to probably message someone.

"Sure, that would be 5 dollars please." I say, which makes him look back up to give me a 10 dollar bill out of his leather wallet.

"Keep the change" He says, which makes me give him a genuine smile. I feel his burning gaze on me the whole time, while I make his coffee which makes me accidentally drop a plastic cup out of anxiousness. I bend down to grab it, which lets an unwilling whimper escape my lips, because of my painful bruises across my body.

"Are you okay Magnolia ?" Emma worriedly asks from across the counter, a stern look on her face.

"Yeah... I am fine don't worry" I reply out of breath, even though it's a big fat lie. With trembling hands I quickly finish the black coffee, turn around to hand it to the man and just like I expected he is still looking at me, but this time his emotionless face holds something else...surprise and... maybe what looks like hope ?

Not something I have very much...

I watch as his eyes suddenly trail down my face to stare at my necklace who happened to slip out of my shirt to hang loosely around my neck. It's like time freezes, when he looks at it so intensely that I am scared that he might just rip it from my neck. Silence grows between us two, and I feel like the whole Café just disappears to leave us both, before he suddenly cuts the silence.

"Who gave you that necklace" he growls with so much power and anger that it makes me step back in fear, as my eyes widen. I try to make an answer up in my head, but fear blocks me from creating a proper sentence to answer his question.

"I -My parents gave it to me I- I think, I mean I don't know... they died I-..." I stutter and look down to avoid meeting his stern green eyes. 'It's just a simple question Magnolia relax ' I say to myself, but it doesn't seem to calm my anxious self.

"Can I see it ?" He asks with a more calmer voice, but it seems like to be just a cover to what he is really feeling. Too scared to object I detach the necklace from my neck and hand it to him with trembling hands.

He gently picks it up, looks at it, as he runs his hand over the initials. The tension is so thick between us that you could probably cut it in two with a knife, but I keep standing.

He hands it back to, his eyes now staring back at mine, as he hides his emotions behind a wall.

"They died in a car crash 10 years ago." his voice speaks up making me flinch as I let the words sink in. TheyShock is probably written all over my face, but I don't care.

They... my parents...

He seems to analyse my features, as my breathing gets quicker, unable to keep calm anymore.

Is he apart of the foster care system? Will he bring somewhere ?

"How... how do you know ?" I quietly ask, which makes me think he probably didn't hear me, until he responds with something I never thought would be possible in a million years.

"I know, because this necklace..." he says pointing to the jewel around my neck. " isn't possibly yours. It is Blake Knight's." The words seem to tilt my world upside down and I have to grip the counter of the bar, otherwise I would have fainted. Unlike what I thought he doesn't stop there with his explanation of this sudden outburst.

"He happens to be my twin brother. And you having this necklace around your neck, can mean nothing else than that you are Magnolia Knight, our sister." My throat his so dry and I feel so dizzy that I have to close my eyes harshly, before opening them again. I expect him to be gone, but he isn't. Instead he keeps on going.

"Our sister was declared dead 10 years ago along with our parents, who died in a car crash on the 12 of July."

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