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Chapter Twenty Three : Together and Apart

                                    SIERRA.

WHAT???!

No, this has to be some joke.

"You.....You're lying, right?" I ask in hope that he might be pulling my leg yet again but there's no trace of amusement on his face and that makes me want to cry and run at the same time. The irony of it all. I came here to stay away from the people who wanted to kill me and my family but I instead got close to the person I was supposed to stay away from, even developed feelings. How could I be so dumb? I need to leave ASAP.

I rush towards the door to leave but I hear Denver's footsteps behind me and I realise my life is ending right here and now at the hands of my crush. He grips my hand firmly but not harshly and I turn around quickly to save myself.

"Where exactly are you going?" He asks seething in anger and my panic skyrockets. What the hell. I thought that maybe he'd forgive me since he likes me but I guess that is not the case.

He pushes me against the door and my back is to it as I come face to face with him. I'm seriously hyperventilating. I'm going to die right here right now. I think he can read my thoughts by just looking at my horrified facial expression and that makes him even more angry.

Oh God

I try to say something but I can't speak past the lump in my throat. I want to cry in fear, at my stupidity for not connecting the dots and for falling for the enemy.

"I...I am sorry. Please don't kill me," I plead, tears starting to pool in my eyes. Denver's hands bang the door behind me angrily and remaining there, trapping me in the centre of his wrath. His face moves impoossibly closer to mine that we are practically breathing the same air and I'm genuinely confused and scared as to why he's acting this way. I want to push him away but my hands just won't correspond with my brain. I'm frozen in place waiting for whatever he is going to do to me. His lips finds my ear and he whispers angrily.

"You really think....that I would kill you? I'm hurt that you think I'm capable of killing a girl that owns my heart."

What?

That makes my stomach somersault in surprise and butterflies altogether.

What? Did I hear him right?

He doesn't leave the position he is in and I'm still frozen, dumbfounded, holding my breath and this time not from being scared but from being ignited by his words. He actually likes me too or does he love me? Pfft. That can't be.

How about avenging his mom's death?

Dad told me he wasn't the one that shot her but somehow he was accussed so he has to live with it.

"I like you way too much to kill you Sierra Seville and I'm happy you finally opened up to me." He whispers but not as harshly as he did earlier and my breath picks up. Ugh what is he doing to me? Before I can register what is happening, he is away from me and already walking towards the couch we were seated in earlier so I follow and sit exactly where I was seated.

"I have something to show you," He says and I perk up. "Hold on, let me get it." He says running up the stairs towards the direction of his bedroom. I know because I have been there many times from the first time I was drunk and Denver brought me here to take care of me. It feels like long ago since that happened and a lot has happened since then. At this point, if you asked me to sleep in Denver's bed, my mind would go far. Far into the gutter.

I don't dwell on it much since Denver comes back holding something like a CD.  "Is that what I think it is?" I ask curiously.

"Yepp," He says passing it to me to place it into the DVD player and press play. Woah.