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Chapter 16

Thank you 1989wildestdreams for always being there, your the inspiration to my updates!
Performing The Paso and and the Tango tonight was the hardest thing ever, I had to pretend I didn't hate Val's guts then Maks made an appearance as well.

"Janel? What's wrong?" Derek asked, sitting down besides me.

I looked over at him then burst into tears, he instantly wrapped his arm around me then I felt another pair of arms.

"Shh, don't cry J, whatever it is it'll get better." Bethany said, kissing my cheeks.

After wiping my tears, I noticed Mark standing there with a hopeless look on his face.

"I know what happened." Mark nodded. "And someone paid." He pointed down to his red fist.

"He told you?" I whispered, feeling more tears about ready to come. "I need some air."

Walking outside, I walked around the back for a while until I swear I heard footsteps behind me, not even waiting I started running.

A strong arm wrapped around my waist then the other over my mouth -- keeping me from screaming.

"Shh, it's just me." Maks set me down on the ground.

I sent a blank expression as I started walking off again, but he walked in front of.

"J, please just let me explain myself.."

"I don't need an explanation."

"Janel. Let me explain." Maks grabbed my wrist.

"Maks.." I grunted. "You're hurting me."

He loosened his grip but kept his hand on my wrist.

"Just let me go.." I raised my voice a little more.

"Janel, you know I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I truly did have feelings for you."

"You lied to me Maks, just let me go!" I said as he tightened his grip on my arm once more.

"I was truthful when I said I didn't want to let you go.. Why don't you believe me?"

"Because.." I whimpered. "You're hurting me.." I said, letting the tears fall.

He let go of my wrist for a minute, I started running back into the building -- not wanting to be around him anymore.

I quickly grabbed my bag from where it sat then my keys, hurrying to get home.

My wrist was in so much physical pain, and the tears were making the road blurry.

He looked so intimidating, I'm usually tough but the look on his face made me feel weak and powerless.

Why did I do this to myself? Now I'll have to pay for this and I'm afraid how much pain I'll be in.

Concentrating on my breathing, I pulled up to my house. I walked up to my doorstep trying to unlock the door when his voice echoed inside me.

"Janel."

I dropped my keys, my hands shaking and breathing hard.

"Janel!" He yelled.

My cry was harder and I was trying to grab my keys. My life might as well been over now.

"Did you really think you could run from me?" He said cold and harsh. "Did you?" He raised his voice making me flinch.

"No, I didn't.." I croaked out.

I hate him..

A/N: wasn't expecting that were you? I didn't either, my mother help me because she went through something like that, just they weren't brothers.. She's now happily engaged with a wonderful man! I'm so proud of her, the man was abusive towards her both mentally and physically. I would be in the room while he beat the living crap out of her. It got to the point where one day she was rushed to the hospital. Long story short -- it's over and five years later she's getting married. (ps, she was married to my dad before she started dating that abusive guy)