The Bad Boy Calls Me Enemy [COMPLETED]

Familiar warmth

April.

This world belongs to people who have power. I rolled my eyes at the quote I'd read somewhere and continued to scroll down on the screen of my phone. It was, of course, a long time ago.

However now I fully understood what that quote meant. Power doesn't always have to be a superpower. There are many types of power. Money, Authority, Strength, and so on. I didn't have any of it. Neither was I strong enough to do something about the dire situation I was stuck in nor did I had money to deal with it. Money wouldn't solve this problem anyway.

I fidgeted with my fingers as I sat on one of the stools in front of the kitchen counter. This was the only place where the sound of ear bleeding music was cut off due to the closed door. It was Christmas. Leah had forcefully made me come to the party even after listening to everything that happened yesterday.

Dad was still held hostage at Uncle's house and Austin was in the ICU at that same building. Now I knew why that building had so many floors. He tortured people and then treated them in th same building. Thought of him made my skin shudder.

I sighed, rubbing my temple. The more I thought about it the more it ripped my heart apart. I had to save Austin. But to make sure nothing happens to him and dad I had to help Uncle in capturing him.

How can I possibly do that?

As my thoughts drifted to him, it became harder to breathe. Tears brimmed at the corner of my eyes. Christian, where are you? Where?! My mind screamed.

I clearly remembered what he'd said.

"I promise nothing will happen to me. I'll make sure of that, and I'll come to you as soon as it's over. Can you wait for me till then?"

I sobbed holding my head in my hands.

Christian.

Chris.

"Chris, where are you?" I cried out loud. alone at the kitchen counter. Finding no answers to any of my questions.

"Ap?"

I opened my eyes to see the blurred surrounding.

My jaw dropped as my eyes focused on Jayson who was eyeing me cautiously. My mind wasn't yet comfortable with the fact that Jayson had kissed me hence even his name being mentioned made me utterly uncomfortable. However, my heart had started to crumble and all I needed was a familiar comfort. Jayson was exactly that.

"Hey." He ruffled my hair.

I had blinked several times before it struck me that this was not a dream.

"Jay Jay.." my voice broke.

"April?" He stepped closer putting a few stands of hair behind my ear.

"Are you okay?"

That was it.

I lunged forward burying my face into his chest and wetting his shirt with my tears. When you're breaking from inside on the verge of collapsing and someone asks if you're okay. It helps to break the bridge and water floods out.

"I'm not okay!" I cried into his shirt my voice cracking with each sob.

"Ap," Jayson pushed my shoulders away and cupped my face pulling it closer."Look at me."