May 17, 2021.
Is it a crime that my first kiss was with a kid 3-4 years older than me?
It should be a crime that back then my 12-year-old self didn't even know how to kiss!
Maybe Gavin's right, I do need to get laid.
But I won't, still need to find out who's supplying Wei with all his ammunition before the month's over.
I will destroy him.
I have to.
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"Look at me."
If he had listened to her due to some reason she still couldn't comprehend, then she was no exception either.
Her lashes parted to be greeted with his face up close— too close— close enough to make her catch her breath at the sudden proximity between them.
"Are you crazy!?" he exclaimed, anger flashing in his tone and orbs yet the minuscule flicker of worry that crossed his eyes didn't go amiss by her.
She was treading on thin ice and couldn't end up breaking it and falling to her impending doom. Trusting him to save her was similar to trusting a snake after hitting it with a stick. In this case, a slap.
"Help me get down," she said softly and if she was shocked before, it was no comparison to what she felt right now.
As if she was nothing but a dandelion that would fly away into the air with the smallest of puffs, his touch was unfamiliarly gentle to her. The last time she remembered being treated this way was with her parents.
The same parents he had murdered, her subconscious reminded and Haven didn't need to be told twice to remember it.
As soon as she felt the hard, stable ground beneath her feet, she backed a few steps away to maintain a distance that was essential for her sanity.
The very sanity which was currently hanging by a very delicate thread.
"W-What did you do to me?" he asked, his voice a mixture of darkness, confusion, and something similar to curiosity.
'Fuck Plan A, we're moving on to Plan nobody-ever-expected.'
"Stay here and stop anyone who tries to follow me. Please," she added hesitantly and instantly felt like smacking her head against the wall a million times. Why the hell was she being so polite to a murdering psychopath!?
Saying that, she turned around without waiting for a response and made her way down the stairs as quickly as her wobbly legs could allow.
Too much was happening too fast and she needed time and space to process it. The last thing she needed right now was a burnout of her body.
The crown had once again gotten busy letting go of their bodies and giving up the control she desperately wished she could surrender. The air was alive with laughter and conversation, blending seamlessly with the melodic melodies and tantalizing beats. It was a harmonious cacophony that wove an intricate tapestry of human connection and celebration.
The air pulsed with an electrifying buzz, carrying the promise of a night filled with enchantment and possibility. The dimly lit space was bathed in a kaleidoscope of colorful lights that danced to the rhythm of the pulsating music, casting an ethereal glow on the eager faces that surrounded her. The beat throbbed through her veins, syncing with the rapid tempo of her heart. The deep bass reverberated within her chest, creating a rhythmic connection between her and the pulsating core of the club. Every note seemed to transcend the realm of sound, transcending into a tangible force that propelled her deeper into this enchanting world.
Shaking her head free of the emotions that threatened to overcome her, she stepped out of the building as quickly as she could. A burst of cool wind hit her directly in the face making a small shiver travel down her spine. Curse her best friend for not even bothering to remind her to bring a jacket along!
Wrapping her arms around herself to preserve as much body heat as possible, she began walking toward the nearest bus station which was only a mile away from the club. Stealing Gavin's car meant that he would've been in her place now, walking to the closest bus stop in this obnoxiously cold weather.
As much as she was called heartless and unfeeling, her heart couldn't help but care when it concerned people she held close to herself. And just like any other human being, loneliness joined her instantly and stayed with her until she got up into the last bus of the day and finally seated her weary legs.
The bus was empty as expected at this time of the night apart from the driver whose job was to get her to her destination as soon as possible so that he could call it a day.
During the whole ride, her gaze remained fixated on the floor. The fear of looking up and witnessing the enchanting spectacle above weighed heavily on her. She knew that if she dared to raise her eyes, the midnight sky would greet her with its vastness, adorned by countless sparkling stars, each one telling its own story.
It was a sight that held a profound meaning, a symbol of hope that whispered promises of endless possibilities. Represented a forever. An infinity that was too unrealistic for her to believe in. So instead, Haven closed her eyes and wondered what would happen the next following days until D-Day finally arrived.
Would he send his men to kidnap her?
Probably.
Would he try and kill her?
Most likely.
Was she scared?
Not even a little.
Having experienced death once already, it felt as if that was going to be her ultimate end anyways. Why fight something that was going to happen eventually?
'What in the devil's pants am I even thinking about?' she asked herself and sighed in utter helplessness, every part of her body weighing like sacks of a hundred potatoes altogether.
The minute she reached her apartment, Haven locked the door and fell face-first onto the bed, not caring what happened anywhere as her eyelids fell and a deep slumber finally overtook her senses.