Unique_High

  PRINCE'S POV  I didn't know what day of the week it was. With alcohol, cocaine, and naked women the days blurred together. Memories are an incomprehensible swirl of events. God, I reeked of sex. A strange woman lay beside me in bed. It must have been during my binge that I met her. Her hair spread out in several directions, creating a halo-like effect. The way she looked was as if she was an angel who had fallen, losing her grace. For a while, I searched around the bed for my phone. I squinted my eyes shut at the blinding light. Six thirty pm. I called my twin brother, Lucas. My ears rang with the sound of the phone. I contemplated whether I should bang my head against the headboard. The sound of Lucas's voice came through the phone.   "Why the hell are you calling?" His greeting could have been warmer.   "I need you." My voice was hoarse, and words came out with a sandpaper feeling in my throat. On days like this, self-loathing seems to come in waves.

  "I was theirs to be used any way they wanted, punished if they saw fit, and to be humiliated when they needed a good laugh." ~ Theodore Moretti  "You belong to your brothers." That's all papa ever said. And Prince and Lucas never let me forget that every inch of me belongs to them. I was nothing but a slave to my brothers. Even in their eyes, I doubt that I even qualify as their brother. I chewed on my bottom lip staring up at the skylight. Watching the late morning bleed into the early morning. I was sandwiched between my brothers as they slept. Their arms and legs are thrown over me to make sure I don't leave  our  bed for my own bed. The twins always had trouble sleeping alone but I was their remedy for sleep. Fucking me until I'm weak and their hunger is fed. Author's note:  Originally posted on Wattpad under Unique_High. This is an AU of my original story: Love Scars. This is just a preview until I post the full chapter sometime this weekend.