When Love Lasts | Doah

Unfortunate Truth

Thursday December 30 2021, 23:01 p.m

Dixie's POV: 

I fell asleep crying and feeling lost and when I woke up, I didn't feel much better. I knew when I looked into Noah's eyes that he didn't want to do this, but it didn't make me feel any different. Could you really blame me though? 

I sort of trusted him, he didn't take my phone or anything away from me. I realised that I could easily call someone or even the police but legitimately, I wanted to see where this would go.

I sat there quietly not sure of what was going to happen to me. He had full control over me right now. He could kill me, torture me, use me as a slave, the possibilities were endless. He owned me right now. 

Thinking about that made me feel dizzy, it felt like everything was closing in on me. I put my head back and closed my eyes. 

''You okay?'', Noah asked seeming genuinely worried.

I stayed silent and try to gather my words, but nothing came out. I wanted to go back home and be with Addison, I wanted to tell her everything that had happened. I wanted her to comfort me and tell me that it will be alright even when I knew it wouldn't. All I wanted was to be in her arms. Slowly, tears started falling down my face. I wanted to hide it, but I couldn't. I was so vulnerable right now and I hated it. I didn't want to show him the sad, broken, depressed Dixie. 

''Yeah, I'm totally fine because after you kidnapped me, I should be over the moon'', I said sarcastically.

He stayed quiet the rest of the car ride and we reached the ''Safe House'' in about 30 minutes. I'm not going to lie it looked beautiful, it was a pretty off-white colour with bright blue windows that were completely tinted. Outside stood plenty of Black SUV's along with at least 20 men in black suits. 

My eye's widened as he pulled into the driveway. I also noticed the front yard with beautiful flowers, this place was amazing. I liked it, but that didn't help the fact that I was just abducted. I was confused as to what he wanted to do to me now that we were here. What did he mean when he said ''My dad is going to kill you''? I knew that all my questions were going to be answered soon but did I really want that?

''Do you want to get some rest and freshen up or do you want to talk?'', he said quietly as to not startle me.

''I want to get some r-rest''', I stuttered confused as to why he bought me to such a nice house.

I followed Noah as he led me to a huge room. It had a huge bed in the middle with fancy white bedding on it. Under it was a large, fluffy carpet that was also white. Although the room was pretty basic it had accents of a subtle pink colour everywhere that bought light into the area. Next was the closet that was filled with different types of clothes such as gowns, dresses, hoodies, shorts, pants, skirts, you name it, and it was there. Other than that, there was also a separate section for all kinds of jewellery. The bathroom was amazing too, with white marble floors and counters, I was stunned.

''You like it?'', he said looking at me curiously.

''It's amazing but that doesn't take away from the fact that you kidnapped me'', I said rolling my eyes.

''If you knew why I bought you here you wouldn't be so upset'', he mumbled as he slowly walked out of the room. 

When he left, I did feel bad, but I didn't think he deserved my pity. I went to the closet grabbing a hoodie and shorts before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. After I was done, I got changed and put my old clothes away. I then made my way to the bed, laid down and let out a sigh of relief. It was freezing but the comforter and hoodie helped in warming me up. Before I knew it, I was sound asleep. 

I slept quite peacefully until I was woken up by my phone ringing. 

''I thought I silenced it'', I said to myself.

I declined it before making my bed and heading to the bathroom to freshen up. After I was finished, I made my way downstairs and saw Noah sitting on the couch on a call.

''Dad I'm at a friend's house, I'll be back late so don't wait for me'', he said agitated.

I couldn't hear what his 'Dad' said but I was sure it wasn't something good when Noah declined the call and sighed. I went and sat to the couch opposite of him and made my presence known by saying ''I'm ready''.

''Good, now this will be a lot to take it so prepare yourself.'', he said.

''Mhm'', I mumbled trying to get this over with as soon as I could.

''So, my dad is in the Mafia, when I was born my dad killed my mom because that's a tradition in my family'', he looked down clearly on the verge of tears.

''I- I'm sorry'', I said.

''I never wanted to be a part of what my dad did, and I never will, I was never able to go to actual school because of him. I couldn't even go to the park when I was a kid. I did have lots of materialistic things, but I didn't have what others had, family. My dad was always busy with work stuff, and I never got to hang out with him. And obviously my mom wasn't there.'', he said trying to maintain composure.

I did feel bad for him. What a messed-up life. In some way I could relate to him, not really, because I had my parents for 9 years. They played with me, loved me and spent time with me. I didn't know which would hurt more, never knowing your mom or her being taken away right in front of you. 

''A few days ago, I finally convinced my dad to let me go to school. There I met you... when I heard your last name in class, I knew something was wrong, especially since you ran away from me earlier on the field. I went home upset, not at you but at my dad. I told him that someone who's family member(s) he had killed was at my school. I soon realised that I had made a big mistake, I knew he wouldn't give up until he found you and killed you. I knew that I couldn't live knowing that I was the reason that you were dead, so I did some digging and I found out that my dad killed your parents in 2010. I then tried to tell you, twice but you didn't listen. I don't blame you for that, I really don't. I was desperate I knew I needed to save you, so I did this. Bold move, I know, but I had to. For you, and for me.'', he looked me in my eyes whole time he said it.

''Prove it, prove that what you're saying isn't a lie'', I said angrily. I didn't know how to react, I just found out that the boy sitting in front of me was the son of who killed my parents. I had gone through so much pain because of him. Was this all a joke? Some sort of prank? 

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I'm sort of in class right now but whatever. Happy Belated New Year!! This chapter was really fun to write honestly. It's really long too. That's all also this is kind of a cliff-hanger.

Word Count: 1280