.URBAN. {1 book}

.CHAPTER NINE.

::Zachary::

I'm going insane! She has been gone for a week -168 hours- and it's driving me crazy. I only been with her for one week and a day, and I feel like I lost my heart.

I sat on the end of my bed and stared at a picture that I had of her. Her beautiful features and gorgeous personality, was my drug. She was my drug.

I ran my finger over the wooden frame. Water fell on the glass where her heart was. I felt hot tears run down my face and I shook my head. Is it bad that I love her? Is it bad that I would kill for her? The answer is no, because she has my heart.

Sadly, we know the person whom has her. Oakland. If there was a way I could get my hands on him I would, but they can't locate his whereabouts. I'm literally crying my self to sleep and it's not even funny how I feel like I'm going to be sick.

I can't lie; I love her...

::Camary::

"Okay so I'm going to bed." I said to Jay. He chooses the day I work all day and wants to me to stay up late. It's not happening. Expecting him to say something, he didn't.

I walked to our room and laid across my bed. I closed my eyes and relaxed my torso.

My ears picked up the sound of my door opening.

"So you are going to come to bed now?" I asked. No answer. I scrunched my eyebrows.

"I asked you a question. Are you-" I stopped once my head turned in the direction landing on Nolan.

His body was nude and his member in hand.

"I-I think your in the wrong room." I said shook up. He shook his head, "Nah, I know exactly where I am." He walked towards me.

I sat up and back away to the headboard. "I think you should leave." I monotone. "Make me." He grunted pouncing on me and pinning me to the bed.

"You scream, I kill you" He spat, dragging me into the bathroom turning on the shower and locking the door...

I laid on the floor of the bathroom shaking like a leaf. Nolan had left 10 minutes ago and I'm still scared. The fact that I just got raped was heart winching, and he was one of my friends boyfriend.

I began to cry. One because I feel dirty and two because I feel I cheated on my boyfriend.

I began to rock and cry. This was not my first time begin raped, just the first time I felt like I died on the inside.

I heard Jayce calling my name. I kept quiet hoping he would just leave me alone.

"Cam! Baby are you in there?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Cam! Cam!" I laid there listening.

The door knob started to move and the door flew open.

"Cam!" His eyes scanned me and he stopped at something.

"Who did this to you! Who. Did. This. To. You." I shook my head.

Nolan told me if I told anyone about this he would kill Jayce, and his threat seemed as if it was something he would fulfill it. He used me and walked out. I'm 100% sure he used no condom and I know his spilled his seed. I just was angry that I could end up being pregnant and Jay was not going to be the father.

Curling up into a ball, I laid there humming to my self. Jay lifted me and took me into the room laying me on the bed.

He put me on an silk gown after he ran me some water and gave me a bath. He wrapped his long arms around me captivating my body. I just could not tell him who it was. I could not put anyone in danger and especially not him...

::Thomaria::

The television was on and it was set to the loudest volume. I sat surrounded by ice cream and Takis, as I stuffed my face. I have been having weird cravings and my stomach has started getting upset a lot. Devin has been stressing over the fact that I have been eating so much. I just want him to back off some.

I can't say that it wasn't annoying, but I can say that it is his way of caring. Just one wish is that I could have my own care in my own hands. Its kind of-

I felt my stomach twist and I scurried trotting to the bathroom. I hovered over the toilet, heaving. My hair was pulled up and my back started to feel heavy. Devin, whom was holding my hair caught my falling body.

"Thomaria? Baby speak to me." He said holding me.

I heard him talking to someone and then my body being lifted onto something hard. I was laying there breathing shallow till the darkness began to consume my eyesight. Soon I gave up the urge to fight any longer. my body relaxed and I closed my eyes fully resting my head...

::Declan:: ~A week ago~

<::Olivia::

I looked around the room. The chrome colored exterior that surrounded my bedpost. It all merged distinctively. The dark room matching my mood, perfectly.

I looked at Declan. He was bopping his head to something he was playing on his phone.

I grabbed the phone and looked at the screen. The song Wilderness by Nick Jonas, flashed across the screen.

I smiled.

I grabbed the ear phones and put them on. The music flowed into my ears like a river of beats and melody.

I stood and took out the ear phones. I walked over to my stereo and put the AUX cord in his phone. I turned up the song and moved my hips to the music.

I pranced around the room like a ballerina. When the song ended another song came after, Get Ugly by Jason Derulo.

I grabbed Declan's arms and we moved vigorously to the upbeat euphony.

I grinned at a smirking Declan.

"Who new a boy who thought Football was his only profession, would be able shake a leg like he did."

"Well what can I say." I tsked at his cockiness and sat down on the bed as I rested.

"You tired?" He asked

"Nah just trying to catch my breath."

He smiled.

"Come with me I want to take you somewhere." I looked at him.

"Okay?" I said apprehensively.

I grabbed my coat and phone and darted out the room with Declan trotting further ahead of me...>

I have been taking Olivia out a lot since last week and she love it. Tonight, I took Olivia to the Alexanderplatz. I watched as the bright lights showed in her eyes as she ran around sight seeing. Her long hair blew in the breeze as we strolled around the large region.

Her eyes looked, searching the tall tower like structure known as the Berliner Fernsehturm. She seemed to have never heard of this placed, but she said she was glad to now know what they were.

She smiled in my direction as she looked over at the tall man who was our motorist. He signaled for us to come and he told us that there was something going on and he needed to get us home...

Thomaria in multimedia...