THEY CALL HIM RECKLESS
That was an understatement.
Sebastian was the most attractive, dangerous, horrifying man in the entire state of Washington.
He had secrets, secrets in that dark past of him, and I always struggled to understand his motive.
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Skye
I stared in the mirror of the bathroom inside this café we were staying at, and I watched as my eyes glistened, reflecting the lights from the mirror like they were stars.
My cheeks were reddened... and cold, very cold.
I was freezing.
I didn't know why, though... It could've been because it's been snowing lately.
It never ceases to snow in Washington when it's winter.
I hated the cold; it was my definition of disgusting.
I continued staring.
Sebastian took me to some café that was in the middle of the old-town area; it was some old, abandoned-looking shop, though in the inside, it was gorgeous.
It was comfy, warm, soothing, and it smelled entirely like chocolate.
And that was because these people specialized in chocolate; they made it, and they served it as chocolate bars as well as making it into hot chocolate.
I hadn't tried it yet, but Sebastian got some for me, and it was in the middle of being made.
While it was, though, I told him I was using the restroom because I really had to pee.
I did, though, I wasn't lying about that.
Hey, it's normal.
But then I saw my reflection, and I couldn't help think about how much I've changed.
I've used to be a mommy's girl... and a daddy's girl; I promised myself I'd never date because all the guys at my school were assholes, self-serving assholes.
I wasn't wrong.
But it turned out, Sebastian was one of them; one of the bad ones, but still...
I fell in love with him.
He even scared me ! He had the image of a psychopath!
Was I going insane?
Yes, yes, I was.
Did I care? No.
What also bothered me was that... when Sebastian took me that first time, I was so homesick, and I even cried a little at one point. Though, over time and over the training, I grew stronger, and even when I saw my picture on the news and my parents begging for someone to find me, I didn't feel it as much...
Was it because they... weren't my real parents? Or was it because I grew stronger?
Or was it because... I knew if I went back... it could kill them?
Literally.
I knew... I had to go back.
I leaned against the sink, breathing for a moment.
