"And how do you know?" "Because I believe Evan and you should too. You shouldn't treat him like trash." He chuckles. "I'm not treating him like trash, he's doing that himself." "Miles! He's practically your bestfriend! Your twin! And you are giving him no affection besides always bringing him down and making your own parents go against him." I snap back and he rolls his eyes. "Stop with this nagging, you are hurting my ears." "Then why are you even awake?" He smirks, winking at me. "I was curious why you were up so I followed." "You creep." "No, I always roam in the middle of the night. Sometimes I can't sleep." "Boo-fucking-hoo." I sarcastically say while frowning. "As you can see I would like to be alone so please go roam somewhere else." He takes another step towards me and alarms run through my head. I shouldn't be near him alone... at all. He does look like Evan but he's not. Don't get confused, Adeline. "Oh Adeline, how much I would want to rip your fucking head." He whispers, taking another step and I take one away. "Don't get any closer to me." "Scared Adeline?" "Stop teasing Miles and get away from me." I snap through gritted teeth and his laugh roars in the room. It runs through my head and I grab the counter for support. "What would you do if I became sweet and kind like Evan and he became dark and sexy like me?" "Stop." "Would you stay with him or run to me? Either way we both look the same so it wouldn't matter." "I would never go to you." My voice was strong and spilled with venom. "You're just jealous." I laugh, becoming serious again. I open the draw behind me and try not to make Miles see me. "Jealous of who? Amber? Good for her because she's just a fucking toy for you." He lifts up an eyebrow, feeling interested in what I am saying. "You're jealous of Evan and you can't deny it." "Oh really? Why would I be jealous of my little brother?" I feel my fingers run over a large knife and I slowly clench around the handle. "Because someone like me cares for him so much and you'll never get that love ever." I spit and he flinches at my words. I smile at the feeling of hurt I gave him and he sighs, running his hand through his hair furiously. "God Adeline you never know how to shut that big fucking mouth of yours." I see his eyes turn a deadly red and I bring the knife towards me for defend. He lunges towards me without taking notice of the knife and I swing it towards him. Miles dodges the knife and grabs me by the neck, hissing his bare fangs at me. I gasp at the lack of breath, slashing the knife against his arm. He let goes of me, clenching onto his arm and looking at the large gash. My heart starts to race while I take steps back, watching his arm heal. Blood drips off his fingertips and he sighs, cracking his neck by one swift move of his head. "I hope your father finds you and kills you if I don't." I feel a pang of hurt hit me in the chest from his words when he races to me with fast speed. I don't have time to comprehend on what is happening and he slaps me across the face. What a bitch, slapping me like a girl. The force was so strong that I fall on the ground, trying to push myself up but he kicks me back down. He clicks his tongue, looking down at me before kicking me on the side of my stomach. I let out a painful yelp, grabbing the knife that's laying next to me and ramming it through his ankle. It was hard to stab through his leg but between bone and muscle, I was able to get it through. Miles screams in agony, falling on one of his knees, gritting his teeth and ripping the knife out. I use that time to get up and race towards the doors. Before I can I feel something go through my arm. I scream at the feeling, falling on the tiles once more. I roll on my stomach, getting on my knees and turning my attention to my arm. The knife is in me. I grab the handle, ripping it out with clenched teeth. Miles must have threw it and strike me. I hear him come up from behind and grab me by my hair. I groan at the pain, trying to move away, blood pooling down my arm. Miles spins me around and I have the rest of my effort to punch him in the face, right at the bridge of his nose. My wrist pangs in pain from how hard I hit but it was worth it after seeing blood pool out of his nostrils. He curses, grabbing me by the neck and throwing me across the kitchen. I land on the bare ground but I stop when I slide, my scalp hitting the corner of the counter. I clench on the scalp, feeling my warm blood trickle down my hair. The impact must have cut my scalp open. Miles walks up to me, grabbing me by the hair and picking me up. I scream at the pain, trying to kick away but I can't. He wraps one arm around my body and his other around my neck. He presses his lips against my ear, chuckling before licking the blood that's on the side of my face. Suddenly, the kitchen doors slam open and guards from the mansion race in, circling Miles and I. I'm so weak and tired. I'm losing a good amount of blood to pass out. The guards are holding guns, the red lasers all pointing at Miles who is clenching onto me from behind. Phyllis and Petros come charging in after, shocked at the view. Miles and I are both covered in blood from our fight. After them come in Evan and Amber, Evan's fangs baring at him in anger. "Let her go!" He screams, ready to attack him but Miles grip on me tightens and Petros stops Evan from pouncing. "Miles, let go of Adeline." Petros speaks up and I'm having trouble breathing, my hands wrapped around his arm. "No." He snarls back and Evan gives him the deadliest glare. "Miles if you don't they will shoot." "Do it, it won't kill me." "It won't but it will knock you unconscious and it's an embarrassment for us to shoot down our own child." He says back and I give Petros and Phyllis a pleading look. "Miles please." Phyllis's tone isn't soft but it's demanding. Miles hesitates while looking at all the guards who have their fingers on the trigger. Eventually he drops me and I collapse onto the ground.