Into Your World

2. The Indestructible Book

Liza's pov.

"Let go of me!" he roars at the cop, his voice echoing with a desperate ferocity as he thrashes against the restraining hands. Cuffed and held by three officers, his fury burns brighter than fear. Brave or simply unhinged?

"Get in!" The officer shoves him into the squad car with a final, forceful push. He casts an evil glare at me before the door slams shut, making my heart pound.

"My god, he's scary," I let out, my hand on my heart.

"Don't worry, Miss Kirby. He won't disturb you again. We'll take care of him from here!"

"You should take him to a hospital or something. He seems mentally unstable to me," I suggest, my voice trembling slightly.

"I AM NOT SICK!" he bellows from inside the car. My eyes widen, and my breath catches.

"Don't be scared, ma'am. He won't trouble you again. Please try to get some rest."

"Thank you, officer."

As the cop walks away, I retreat inside, the familiar comfort of home suddenly feeling foreign and unsafe. That night, sleep eludes me. When morning finally comes, I drag myself to the shower, get dressed, and head to school, the clear blue sky and warm sunlight doing little to lift the shadow over my heart.

At school, the first face I see is Nate's. My cheeks flush. "Hi, Nate."

"Hey, Miss Kirby. How are you doing?" His smile dims, concern etching lines of worry across his features as he tenderly lifts my chin, his gaze probing for the truth beneath the facade. "You okay? You look tired."

See, how well he sees through me.

"Yeah, last night wasn't the best."

"Why?"

"Uh, I've been busy. What about you? Don't you have a class?"

"Yeah, but I'm not attending today. Exams are close. I need to make preparations."

"Yeah, I checked last week's test papers. The students are doing well this year."

"In English, Miss Kirby. There are more subjects they need to excel in to pass the exams."

I chuckle. "Don't worry. I believe in them!"

"Nate?" Our conversation is interrupted by Miss Kavanagh, his girlfriend, as she wraps her arm around his possessively. "Hi, Liza. How have you been?"

"I'm doing great, thanks."

"Good. Nate, babe? Can we eat out tonight?"

"Sure. Would you like to join us, Liza?" he asks, his smile kind but unaware of the silent struggle within me.

"Oh, I wish, but I'm busy. Maybe next time?"

I would rather die of hunger than watch them feed each other.

Nate nodded, "Next time then."

The day drags on relentlessly, a blur of teaching, lunch, and endless classes that seem to stretch into eternity. Exhaustion grips me like a vise, my body protesting every movement after a night of restless tossing and turning. The blame rests squarely on the shoulders of that psycho, his haunting presence refusing to release its grip on my thoughts. His fierce green eyes flash relentlessly in my mind, a constant reminder of last night's terror.

But amidst the fear and unease, a flicker of something else ignites within me. That psycho. Despite the chaos he brought, there's no denying the undeniable allure of his appearance-light blonde hair cascading in waves, a jawline sharp enough to cut through steel, lips that speak of secrets and promises unspoken. I haven't had the chance to truly admire him, but even a fleeting glance was enough to recognize his undeniable magnetism. Ah, if only he weren't a psycho, but a man who found me captivating, perhaps even worthy of his affection.