Star Crossed

Anna-Leigh

For the next week and a half, I spend as much time as possible in the studio. From dawn to dusk I'm working. I briefly remembered my conversation with Gavin, enough to know that I told him about my fucking abortion. Idiot.

It's Friday and Luke and Syd are going out. Gavin's MIA with Kai so I decide to eat and shower. Our maid Svetlana is supposed to be here but I've yet to see her. She's young. Younger than I am. Her work ethic is terrible, but I like her. 

I warm up pizza and sit at the table. After two bites I toss it. Instead, I head to my room and set my phone on the stand before grabbing my robe and heading to the bathroom.

Starting the shower and stripping I let the steam fill the bathroom. 

With one foot in the shower, I hear a pop pop. Furrowing my brows, I turn towards the door.

I listen carefully but the house is silent now. Almost too silent. A chill creeps through me now. Leaving the shower on I grab the taser that Syd bought me. Smiling briefly at the memory of her tasing Gavin to show me it works. 

I stuff it in the pocket of my robe before slowly opening the door and peeking out. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. Still, I creep out of the bathroom. There's a chill in the air that makes my heart race in the worst way. 

I swallow my fear and step into the open kitchen. Not a damn thing. I take a shaky breath before going to my room and shoving the door open. 

I reach for the light slowly. 

It blinds me at first. I blink and step inside. Nothing seems out of place. This unsettles me further though. 

I leave the door open and head to the living room. 

I should have grabbed my phone. I push forward and turn the light on. Stepping around the couch I see a wet spot on the floor. Furrowing my brows, I follow it and almost scream. 

"Svet?" My voice is shaking now. The maid lies on the floor with two bullet holes in her chest. Eyes wide open. I cover my mouth with my hand. Stepping back slowly and carefully I back track to the bathroom. I shut the door noting the blood I left from touching her neck. 

Oh god. 

My hands shake as I try to twist the lock but it's too late. The door bursts open hitting me in the face and knocking me on my ass. 

I try to breathe but hands grip my neck, stealing my air. 

Stars swim in my vision both from lack of breathing and being hit in the head. 

I claw at the hands relentlessly. It's useless. 

I need to get out of this bathroom. I won't die in here. Not after everything. 

Gasping I finally realize I have my taser still. I don't need to see straight to know who this is. 

He finally came for me. He's here to kill me. 

Slowly I move my hand and flip it on. I don't have much room to move the way he has me now, but it'll have to do. I tase him in the side making him curse. His grip loosens and I scurry backwards, hitting the shower. 

"Bitch." Chris growls coming closer to me. Stalking his prey. 

I kick my feet out but he's quick. Fuck. 

He twists my leg and I hear a snap making me scream. 

His dirty hand runs up my leg making me want to retch. I hear him laugh. That's enough to bring me back to the present. 

I claw at his face, gauging my finger into his eye making him his before his fist connects to my jaw. 

Adrenaline courses through me as I crawl as fast as I can out of the bathroom. I slam the door in his face before racing to my room. I just made it when he threw me on the bed. 

"Just where I wanted you." He spits. I am completely defenseless now. Not again. 

I kick at him with my good leg but it's fruitless. 

"Why?" I choke out.

"Why not?" He breathes hovering over me. 

I lay back and try to think but my thoughts are scattered now. I was unprepared. I was stupid. 

I cringe at what I'm about to do. Ripping my head up I hear his nose snap under the hit of my head on his face. He reels back making me roll off the bed with a thud. The pain in my leg making me see stars again. 

A sob breaks free as he grabs my neck again. So, fucking close. I hear him laugh softly as he flips me over. 

"Are you looking for this?" He asks waving my revolver in my face. My blood cools. 

"You stupid son of a bitch." I growl. 

"That's not very nice." He seethes backhanding me. I taste blood. Tears swim in my eyes as I glare at him. 

"Go to hell." I growl.

"After you." He smarts. 

I don't think I have ever hated someone as deeply as I hate him. Never in my entire life.

"See, Casey? She was fun. She paid up too. But she didn't tell me you would leave. I tried to find you, but you hid well at first. She paid the price of crossing me. You won't get away a second time, bitch." He spits. 

My breath halts at this information. Casey paid him to rape me? Did she hate me that much? More tears fall as I meet his disgusting leer. 

"Why me?" I whisper still not understanding what I ever did to any of them. 

"Well for her it was about Gavin. She was obsessed." He sighs shaking his head. "For me it was because it was a challenge. I guess in the end you made it simple though." He laughs. 

He moves enough and I hear a zipper. 

Closing my eyes, I pray that if anyone is listening, they let me die.