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Chapter 44

I never got the hang of swimming, it felt like an imminent doom. As inspiring as it appeared to see someone else do it, the courage didn't embed enough to replicate the calmness and serenity of giving myself up to the unsuspecting water bodies. It felt like it would vortex my existence, leaving no hope for life.

I almost envied the people who could gracefully float through the currents, eyes closed and peace strung, while I panicked at losing control. I thrashed as if I'd cut the water away from me to ensure I was still breathing. To feel if I was still breathing.

Thoughts, aren't any different. While a few people navigate their way with composure out of them, the others are nearly torn apart. The destructiveness is however the question as to how far could it actually mutilate the life without ceasing it completely.

Life though, holds a resistance like nothing else. No matter the intensity of pain, the threat of emotions bolting through the reigns always begging for them to be let loose from within - to free the pain, it still works to its own tunes.

"I looked for it everywhere, I just can't find it. I know... I just- WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?" someone yelled and I couldn't open my eyes.

I knew it was Matt, I could hear him loud, clear and angry. He was frustrated and so livid that I trembled. It felt like he could tear apart a person with his bare hands. I could feel his feet shuffling, he was clearly restless and it was clear from the tension around me that his attention wasn't on me. It was on something else, it felt like he was hunting for something and he was nowhere close to getting it.

"No! Don't worry about her. She won't wake up and even if she does. I got it figured out" there was a slight smirk to his voice. I couldn't hear anything from the one being conversed with, confirming my suspicion of him being on call.

My fingers clutched the sides of the couch I was resting against. The memories swooshed towards me, reminding me how I had been drugged and intelligently strayed to be fooled and here I was imprisoned in my own house. I couldn't even open my eyes because I was genuinely scared of him and I knew I was the one he spoke about.

I still didn't know what ulterior motives did Matt have behind pulling this skillfully orchestrated plan but it made me feel like an idiot for entrusting him for even a second over Gabriel.

Gabriel! What must he be thinking about this, he must be worried crazy over wondering where I had disappeared. Knowing him, he would have either tracked me down or had scared people into searching for me. I should have listened to him and forced something out of him, I don't exactly feel very safe with Matt. Between Matt and Gabriel, I would kill to be with the latter.

Had he known where I was, it was a no brainer that Matt wouldn't be sounding the way I hear him speak. So sure, and menacing. He tried to kiss me, Gabriel would have a field day removing his organs one by one, I knew it for sure.

The question stayed, why did he attempt to kiss me? Was I deluded or did that really happen?

This couldn't be about some infatuation or physical attraction. From what I remember, Matt wasn't interested in me or was he?

My head pounded yet I tried and peeled my eyes open once I realized that Matt had left the room, I wasn't sure if he was still at the house or if he had left. I hoped he wasn't anywhere near; I didn't have any energy to see him at all.

He was very threatening to me now and I would just be a fool if I keep staying close to him without any surveillance.

I had questions and confusions but I didn't feel safe enough to stay alone with him to know what had happened and what urged him to drug me and lie me into being... here?