Hidden Pasts | 18+|

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————————————————————————Sebastians POV:

"Please don't kill me Mr De Luca! I promise I'll never do it again, I didn't mean for it to end up this way! Don't shoot me please, I don't want to die!" The man was struggling against my assaulting grip at the feeling of metal clipping his skin. As my knife ran up the side of his throat and caused blood to flow freely from under his chin, he tugged at his restraints which were giving him no freedom.

The heavy metallic smell of blood hung in the air and shallow breathing occupied the emptiness of the basement. My expensive leather shoes stepped across the room, ignoring his protests. I rolled up my black dress shirt to avoid getting blood on myself. I picked up a fully loaded pistol, aiming it straight at his head. The poor guy was in tears, a blubbering mess, but I couldn't care less. He was the one who orchestrated the whole event that night. The night when my girl got hurt. I couldn't let this guy get away with this- he must suffer.

Maybe my judgement was clouded by my emotions but after all he's done, this man doesn't deserve to live anymore.

I moved my aim from his head, down to his leg, a non lethal shot. I will make sure the guy pays for what he did. The bullet flew out of the gun, reverberating within the four walls that encapsulate us. It lodged itself inside of his knee and he screamed out in agony. His eyes rolled back and his head fell forward. He wasn't dead, but he was unconscious.

This is what I never wish for Anastasia to see, I can't reveal this part of myself to her. She will see me as a monster.

This is my hidden past. Everyone has one.

I needed to leave the room otherwise I would've done more to the guy to get payback for what he did. Anastasia is still unconscious and everything about her is occupying my thoughts. The way she talks, the way her dimples appear when she smiles and the way she says my name. I will never get tired of that. When she wakes up I hope to be right by her side. That is- if she ever wakes up.

"Fuck, don't think about that Sebastian" I shook my head.

As I walked out of the room and locked the door with a key, I ran into Sawyer, looking more distressed than ever.

"What's wrong, man?" I questioned, having never seen my friend this worried.

"The nurse- she called me.." he pushed back tears "...Victoria. She- they're going to pull her off life support if she doesn't wake up by the end of tomorrow" his emotions were flooding his eyes as I drew him in for a hug. I never hug people. What is wrong with you Sebastian? I tried placing myself into Sawyer's shoes and imagine the nurses trying to pull Anastasia off of her life support but I couldn't. She wasn't awake either but I go and talk to her every night, wishing that she would just open her eyes or squeeze my hand, anything to tell me she will be alright. Our tight embrace eased as he pulled away and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"I'm sorry Sebastian, I don't know what came over me. I promise I'll get my head back in the game."

"Take the rest of today off and spend it with Victoria, she needs you more than I do, I don't need my best bodyguard today" I replied and earned a solemn nod from my best friend.

"Thanks boss, and don't you dare get my favourite gun dirty," his remark was enough to lighten the mood as we both shared a laugh.

"Get your ass out of here, Sawyer." I continued chuckling as I dragged myself down the hallway.