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PROLOGUE
KYLO
Staring out the window, my mind races at the turn of events that is now my life. How could I have gotten everything so twisted? Bo wasn’t the devil that I thought she was, she was a girl thrust into a life she didn’t want. I can kind of relate to her on that, I’ve been used my whole life by the people I thought were my family, or as damn near it as they could’ve got. But they were all assholes who were using me to get at her or blackmail my father—as I found out a week ago.
Isn’t that a great shit-show? He didn’t even care enough about me to stop people trying to exploit me. But what else should I expect from someone like him, who decided to throw me away like a spare part that wasn’t needed.
That’s why I don’t understand how she could allow me to live after what I did to her, after all the pain I put her through without knowing what was going on. I will never know her reasons, but I sure as hell can make up for it. Especially after seeing the effects of what happened to her after losing that woman. I didn’t know it at the time, but that woman was the only person here she saw as family, and I had a hand in taking it away. The guilt over it still eats at me every day, but I know one thing is for certain, I would rather have Bo Walker as a friend than an enemy, she is a force that people aren’t prepared for, and that makes her both amazing and terrifying.
She’s good for my brother too.
After having a lengthy discussion with Mom, I feel like I have a better insight into my twin and, damn, he is one ruthless bastard. Mom said he was too similar to our father, but with the stories I’ve heard growing up, my brother is a better man than he was, and it all boils down to Bo. She made him want to be the better version of himself.
Now, I’ve been given a second chance at changing my life, thanks to them, which only cements the fact that she is a better than anyone knows, and I’m sure as hell not going to fuck it up.
“Kylo, you need to hurry up, sweetie. It’s nearly time to go and meet the Principal,” my mom’s high-pitched voice squeals. I wince a little as the sound assaults my ears, making them feel like they’re bleeding from the high-pitched octave. I mentally chastise myself,she’s trying her best.
I know this, but I think she’s finding it hard to remember I’m not the baby she thought she lost all those years ago. Although, I’ll never know the true extent of the pain a parent goes through when losing a child like that. I know she feels bad and I have no hostility towards her, I know all parents want to give everything they can to their kids. I think she blames herself that I didn’t have the access to money like Frost did. But that has never bothered me, money for me doesn’t make the world go round. Could my life of been made easier with money? Of course, but it's not the beating factor for me.
But now I have to go and see some rich asshole, while he decides if I can attend his school.
A growl builds in my throat. Why the fuck do I have to meet him, surely, Mom can do it without me?
I hear heavy footfalls coming along the corridor to my room. Grimacing, I take a deep breath to calm myself as the door swings open and in steps my mom with a bright smile on her face.Who does she think she’s fooling with that look?Seriously, she has spent most of the time I’ve been here in tears. I’m not sure if she’s crying over the loss of the life she had with my sperm donor before he died or if she’s still crying about the years she missed with me because of him.
Stop being a dickhead!My inner voice snaps at me, making me shudder. It’s been months since it showed itself, the last time I heard anything from it was the day I went to Black Frost Academy to destroyher. Now, I know I sound like a nutcase having a voice in my head, and the unfortunate thing for me is, I don’t have one, but two. Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking… I really need to seek out help, but the thing is, I’ve already done that, and they have no idea why I hear these voices. The doctors tried me on all sorts of therapies, each coming up empty for an explanation, so I accepted the fact a long time ago that I’m a nutcase.
“Kylo, hurry up now. Principal Aberman won’t wait for us,” she berates me, even as she fusses with the edge of my shirt. Her eyes rake over me, and I see the downturn of her lips before she schools her face, and as quickly as it comes… it’s gone.
“After you,” I say with a huge smile. My teeth ache from clenching them together, but the false look has her striding out of the room with a huge grin of her own.
Best get this shit show over with!
* * *
My ice-cold gazeis fixated on the man sitting behind his desk like it’s his own personal throne. I scoffed as soon as I saw the gray-haired man, who looked us both up and down like crap on his shoes. What he didn’t notice was me paying attention to the fact that he eyed my mother up and down like a piece of meat. Yeah, me and this cunt are going to get on swimmingly… Not!
“You see, Ms. Frost, the issue I have is your son being who he is.” The slimy shit grins at her. I growl at him in warning as I see his eyes trace down away from her face, the sound echoing throughout the room as it grows in volume. His head whips up as I narrow my eyes on him and he coughs to clear his throat, tugging on his collar sheepishly. He reminds me of when kids get caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
“Principal Aberman, I know you had issues with my ex-husband when you were younger, but that is in the past, so do not take it out on my son. He is nothing like his father.” Her voice takes on a harsh sound as I look at her from the corner of my eye. Her shoulders are set as she barely sits on the edge of the chair, looking at him down the length of her nose. “We were friends once, were we not?”
“That’s beside the point, you know as well as I do the other reasons a Frost cannot be allowed within the walls of this Preparatory,” he snaps, his fists banging on the table.
I give her dues; the sound doesn’t make her flinch. I thought it would have done, considering I found out some very disturbing things during our talks. My father wasn’t just a bastard in the word, he used to beat my mother every chance he got when Frost was younger, but it died down when my brother started to show he could take my father down if he really wanted to.
“I’m sure the school could do with more funding, especially with the noticeable lack-luster of the place?” Her words pull me out of my thoughts, I look to the Principal, who has now got beads of sweat along his receding hairline and is aggressively pulling on the collar of his shirt.
“W-well…” he stutters as he looks down to the paperwork on his desk, his brows scrunching together. “We wouldn’t turn down extra funding.”
“Great, so Kylo will be starting this Monday when the new term commences,” she says with a beaming smile as she pushes to her feet. “Pleasure seeing you again.”
Pulling at the front of the god awful fitted suit jacket she made me wear, I stand, waiting for her to leave so I can follow behind, my eyes fixed on my mom’s back. A huge grin spreads across my face at the dominance she showed, pride filling me as she strides down the corridor with her head held high.
“Kylo.” I turn to find the Principal on his feet, a scathing look on his face. My brow lifts as I eye him over my shoulder, not bothering to turn around. “I expect to have no issues with you, boy.”
“I just want to finish my time here and fulfill the promise I made,” I say.
His brows jump up to his hairline as he eyes me suspiciously.
