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Damien let me stay in the field till sunset. I was exhausted... But it was refreshing to have such fresh air after such a long time. I really didn't remember when was the last time I touched flowers... Because the ones Damien sometimes brought to me were unearthly beautiful and gave off a creepy vibe. I instantly plopped down into the fresh grasses.
I longingly gazed into nothingness. It just didn't make sense till now... How my life changed upside down in the blink of an eye from the past two years to this moment.
I felt him nuzzling into my neck as he held me from behind...my time was up... I just let him lift me by my arms. He drove me back to the hotel but he immediately left after making a rushed call.
Why he was such in rush? Not that I cared... I shrugged off and pulled the cover over me.
About three hours later...
I woke up and jumped out of bed as I heard the loud bang on the hotel door. I quickly hid under the bed not knowing what to do.
I heard voices, the voices that didn't seem to disappear anytime soon as the footsteps loudly approached. I was panicking. It was too real to be an illusion... So that meant I was in danger???
"Where is she?" A voice said. But wait... that voice. Lizzy?! Damien's sister?
The door swiftly opened with a loud bang had I broken down into tears. I didn't dare to make a sound as I slapped my mouth shut. Then, a hand removes the sheet that was covering my spot. I screamed out and backed off while sobbing.
I hated it. There were more than ten people in the room with guns. And the scariest thing was their attention on me. I curled into a ball and hugged my knees. This was too much.
"Guys, you can't just corner her like that...get out," Lizzy fumbled through them.
It helped me a lot. I could breathe properly right now. She turned her attention towards me making my breath hitch.
"I won't hurt you. I promise," she said in a surrendering manner. "You need to come with me, honey," she smiled warmly. I didn't trust her at all.
I clutched my hands in my chest and stared at her catching her movements... searching for the unknown threat.
"Lizz. Get the girl. We need to leave, now" a voice boomed. I started to panic again as she started to approach me. No. No. No. I couldn't breathe again.
She noticed that and stopped her steps. I was struggling to breathe.
"It's okay, honey. Calm down and count to three. You got it?" I heard her voice again.
Lack of air was striking me real hard which made my lungs desperately puff for oxygen. I dropped down onto the floor and shortly after that a sharp pain passed through my neck and everything went black.
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(Start of Flashback)
Summer. Summer. Summer. I had been waiting for this after the exhausting last day of school. It just never seemed to end the circle of students getting excited for the first day of a school year and the very last day. Socialising came so naturally that I didn't bother locking myself up in the boring room, so I was going to have some fun. Hanging out with friends!
We gathered at the bus stop. Seeing a gorgeous boy coming along with my friends had me frown at the familiar face.
Then it had hit me and clutched my hands over my mouth. Was it Henry? The one who was with me as a bestie when we were only in Grade-1?!! I felt myself heating up as I clutched my hands over my forehead. I was surprised to see him again after a long time... He was surprised to see me as well as they approached, but not a word was said between us that seemingly hurt my feelings a bit.
Maybe he was shy...
But I couldn't help but catch him staring at me from time to time.
I shook my thoughts and fidgeted my fingers. How could someone like him possibly interest me? Maybe he was just trying to process things... He was glowed up with that look though... as he had always been.
We were having fun and laughing like mad kids in the cafe as the stoner in our group was a comedy to us.
I walked along with my friends in the streets while giggling and saying gibberish. I could feel some weird sensation in my stomach as if I was being watched. That feeling was there since in the cafe.
So I told my bestie that I had a weird feeling. She said nothing but made a face and then asked Henry if he could walk me home had my jaw dropped down.
I was blurting nonsenses. I felt like I could die by hitting my head against a tree.
I tried to say 'no' but Henry's insistent had my stomach flipped. Then he walked me home. As we passed the alley. A nudge to my hand warmed my intire face until I felt an arm clutch my waist gently. I was surprised and yet excited. My head was hot as hell and the back of my ears were itching, as Henry rested his forehead against mine breathing deeply and him clutching my nape tightly. As Henry was about to kiss me, I could feel he was ripped apart from me.
And there a man was shouting and punching him as if he was ready to kill Henry. I was frozen in my place as I watched the bloody scene folding in front of me. I screamed unintentionally, but that made the mystery man turn his head at me leaving me breathless.
The unforgiving grey eyes that seemed like a beast staring into my soul, readying to pounce upon me. The scrupulously flawless face failed to hide the gruelling cruelty lingering over his spine chilling aura.
I tried to get back on my heels and ran. But the man roughly shoved me into his hard chest as I felt him nuzzling into my neck from behind. He then quickly turned me around and shoved me into a nearby wall, making me cry out in pain.
I was about to scream for help when he forcefully sucked my lips. This couldn't be the way it was supposed to be!! I tried to struggle but he didn't even budge. He swallowed my muffles and continued to claim my lips hungrily.
An idea popped out of my head and I crouched down his private part making him back off from me. I ran as fast as I can. My ears were ringing as the survival instincts kicked me when my legs felt like jello by a growl sounded from a stormed- like- grey-eyed stranger.
A pair of strong arms yanked my hair making me cry out in pain and fear. I felt my face muscles throbbing as the anger and frustration rose. I managed to face that grey-eyed bastard and I slapped him ...hard... I didn't know how he would feel but my hand was on pure hell as the stinginess lingered.
His face was turned to the other side. I could see his face was getting red and his veins popped out. And other things I knew was an unbearable sting on my cheek and I passed out. That guy had slapped me...
Hard...
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"He had been refusing about fully gotten to know his own hidden recesses, blind alleys, well shafts, dark barricaded doors, and chased after a mere reminiscent of his trauma RECKLESSLY."