Tell Me Your Story

16| 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤-𝐣𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥

Arching his brow, "You know her or something?"

"Well uh-

"Of course he does." Jude's unexpected answer stunned both Shawn and I, apparently astonishing Noah as well.

Patting Noah's back quite hardly, "She was one of his victim's, right bro?"

Lifting up his head, he fuckin begun staring at me again, when saying, "yeah right. She was one of the chick's I was assigned to."

"Assigned to?" Shawn's eyes screamed confusion.

"Yeah.. like to lure?" Noah's explanation was quite short, bewildering the guy even further.

"The dudes you're suppose to trick into falling in love with you and after gaining their complete trust, you turn them in without their knowledge?" Jude clarified what Noah was suppose to and as obvious as it was, it was clear the dude understood.

Me on the hand became frustrated. Well started to at least.

Just the reminder of what the dick did to me, possibly to another ten other dudes as well, was again fucking with my head.

I could somehow shake it off earlier on but somehow then, I felt even more ridiculous than before like-

'Good day fellow members.'

Snapping out of my thoughts by this fucking hot British accent, my head was forced to tilt the direction it was coming from.

"Fucking hell, that accent of yours is on point man." Shawn shot out a very unexpected compliment bringing a smile to what seemed to have been this tall, slendered yet evidently muscular Korean dude.

Wait, asain maybe?

Walking towards Shawn in this fancy, grey checked pants, ironically, he killed it with the dark woolen turtle neck, covered by his checked coat he decided to add.

Wearing these circular, see-through framed spectacles, bloody hell was he attractive.

"Thanks mate but-

He immediately paused by the suddenness of my coughing.

So before this whole kidnapping psycho shit, dad was diagnosed with a weak heart and long ago, Mom, cancer.

I'm unable to remember whether she was birthed with it or not but yeah. According to the doctors, I was basically one of the 'lucky' ones.

It was quite ironic seeing the circumstances I was under though so I didn't find it hard to believe.

Long story short, not too long after dad was diagnosed, I decided to get a check up because why not, being so fucking glad after.

I was suffering from this disease that I apparently 'caught', but fortunately, I could 'rid' it if I could say.

Before I knew it, my mental health was as good as it should've been BUT, and this is a huge 'but'.. that drastically changed a few days before Nel, Eli, I and the rest of the thousands of seniors across the country's AST's.

My stomach wouldn't stop hurting, I'd have episodes needing to excuse myself from class just to puke whatever I recently ate, I was constantly dizzy, fuck I even thought I was pregnant at one point.

I thought I had it under control; I mean it's not like the only thing that could strengthen your immune system is medication.

Rest, lots of water and a requirement of 'just enough food' was instructed the last time I visited the clinic, and as far as i know, this place qualifies for just about that.