Only a Player's Game

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"Emma, what would you like?" Ryan looked up from his own menu to me. "I will have the chicken fettuccine" the waiters eyes locked with mine momentarily. I handed him my menu, averting my gaze else where"would that be all?" I nodded my head while whispering a quiet "thank you"

The brown curls on the waiters head came just below his eyebrow. The green orbs reminded me of a clean pasture. I read his tag. Harry. My eyes traveled to the man I was desperately in love with. Ryan

His eyes were ocean blue and his hair was brown and cut short. Although it was wrong Harry was much more handsome than Ryan.

My thoughts were cut short when I noticed ryan looking at me concered."are you okay?" He placed his hand on my thigh, his face still with the same emotion. "Oh I'm fine" I smiled and placed a sweet kiss on his pink lips. Harrys are pinker. My subconscious finds its way into my mind making me flush. I loved Ryan, so I should not be checking out other boys.

The day me and Ryan met felt distant almost unreal. I could still picture the moving truck pull into the next door house. I can remeber walking to his door step, my smile never faltering. He was sweet, very sweet. I expect him to be this typical bad boy but my prediction was changed the second he offered me some of his moms homebaked cookies.

"I need to use the restroom" I started to stand till he grabbed my hand. "Our food will be here soon so hurry back and please try not to run into that waiter again. I think he has a thing for you." I nodded while rolling my eyes. Although he was sweet he was one of the most protective people I have ever met.

Surprisingly, The restaurants bathroom was located all the way at the other end. When the long walk ended I went into the restroom doing my duty then soon exiting. 

   The slam of the door covered my screech when a male swiftly grabbed me by the neck pulling me into the empty and dark "employees only" room. 

    My hands were flailing, smacking whatever they could. All sorts of movements happened until I was dead cold still. The metal blade was perched right on my neck. Whimpers fell from my lips. The unknown males breath rolled down my neck causing me to shiver.

   "Scream and I slit your throat" his voice was husky and almost familiar. He shuffled around, still holding the knife to me. My mind was racing and I sweating up a storm. When he was finally still he put the knife down. The scream was stuck I my throat as I felt a rag placed on my mouth. 

   The bitter sweet smell started filling my nostrils. My legs were losing feeling and my eyes felt heavy like stone. My body went limp, falling on to him. 

"Breathe, just breathe" those were the last words I heard till I passed out.