After going through a hard break up, Elise tries to get herself together.
Meeting them in a rather weird encounter at a club, Elise catches the eyes of no other than the cold trio Vincent, Caden and Aaron.
Maybe those three can give her exactly wha...
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"Easy there, little girl, you don't want to choke." A man said next to me.
I looked at him and narrowed my brows.
"Excuse me?"
"The juice." He nods at my now empty glass. "You didn't even stop to breathe." He chuckles.
"Thank you for your concern, but I can handle my own juice." I say getting up and making my way to the door.
It was a fast party, but enough for tonight. I have a lot of shit to take care of tomorrow and can't be tired.
As I opened the door, I see a man pointing a gun to another man and two guys behind him watching.
"Oh shit." I whisper.
What the hell is going on? Are they about to kill him?
"Fuck." The one holding the gun says. "Leave, darling. You shouldn't be here to watch this." He smirks at me and send chills down my spine.
I look at the man with his hands up, now crying because he was about to die.
"Let him go." I say trying to not sound afraid.
I'm shitting my pants.
"Darling, leave." He says again.
I want to leave. I want to run. But I'm frozen on the spot.
When I don't move, the man sighs.
"Fuck it." He says and pulls the trigger.
I scream seeing the man's head get shot.
I cover my mouth and tears start to form on my eyes.
"You killed him." I whisper.
"Go home, piccola." He says with now a bit of blood on his face. (Little one)
Fear takes place on my body and I start to tremble. Looking at the other two men who seemed unbothered by the situation.
I begin to run, as fast as I can. Hoping they weren't after me and weren't going to hurt me.
Should I go to the police? Should I not?
This was not supposed to happen. I just wanted to celebrate and now I just witnessed a fucking murder.
When I reach my apartment, I quickly get inside and run to my floor.
Maybe this was all a fucking dream. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and all this will be a lie.
I know I should go to the police, but I'm so scared right now. I just don't think I can.
******
Today is my first day of class. Even after two days, the scene of that night hadn't left my head. I didn't sleep well and I'm constantly looking behind my shoulders. Scared those men will be after me.
I enter my first class and find a seat in the back of the class.
I start to take my things out and someone sits next to me.
Looking up, I meet a girl smiling at me.
"Hi, can I sit here?" She asks. I nod my head. "Thanks. I'm Leah, by the way."
"Elise." I answer.
Leah was short, had long blonde hair that went all the way down to her waist. Blue icy eyes and freckles on her cheeks and nose.
"I heard this class is really hard." She tells me.
"Maybe the teacher just seems scary."
She giggles.
"No, Mr. Laurent is a sight for sore eyes." She smiles. "He's 34 years old, came all the way from Paris, graduated top of all his classes and made a lot of money selling all his books. He's like a hot genius."
"Wow." I say not really impressed. "He seems to be a lot, so why is he here?"
"Well." Leah clears her throat to continue her gossip. "Apparently, his father was really close to the dean and when he died, Mr. Laurent got offered a job here as a fresh start. Really sad."
Suddenly I feel bad for him. Must be hard losing a family member you actually care about.
Can't relate.
"How do you even know all this?" I ask her.
She simply shrugs and start taking her things out for class.
I shake my head smiling and soon the class door closes.
A man walks in and puts his books down on his desk.
When he turns to look at the class, my body freezes and my breathing stops.
"Told you, a sight for sore eyes." Leah whispers to me.
Mr. Laurent is one of the men that murdered that guy.
