Chapter 92
Kai POV
Those years... were the most excruciating of my life.
I wasn’t a person in the Blackwood household. Not really. I was... a contingency plan. A body that breathed so it could be harvested when needed. Spare parts for the son they actually loved.
They called it "treatment" for Ace. But to me, it was pain, pure and simple. I’d be called into those sterile rooms without explanation. Blood draws turned into marrow extractions. Needles dug into my skin, and sometimes, I’d wake up groggy and hurting, a piece of me missing and taken, because Ace needed it.
No one told me what was being done to me. No one asked if I was afraid. They just did it, like I was a thing, something to be used, not someone to be protected.
At first, I tried to hold onto hope. I thought if I endured long enough, if I was obedient enough, they’d eventually see me or rather, there would be someone to save me. Maybe even care but hope dies quickly when you’re bleeding on cold metal tables and the people walking past you don’t even look you in the eyes.
And so I stopped feeling. I forgot how to cry, how to laugh. Pain stopped being sharp. It became a constant hum in the background of my life, like static. My emotions faded, one by one, until only one remained: rage.
I was angry, angry at them. At him. At myself. But I held it in, shoved it deep down, because I knew if I let it out, if I cracked even a little, I might never come back from it. Besides, even if I let it out, what could I do? I was, after all, the useless son of the Blackwood family. I had no say, neither did I wield any power.
And then Ace recovered.