The Captured

Chapter 11

Dear wattpad family, thank you for reading this far. We are now a family of 6k reads yay! In an unexpected turn of events I can relate to the previous and today's episode. Aren't we all living the same story just different levels? Those of you who stepped forward and showed support during my highs & lows. A genuine thank you, to you! <3

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Flashback earlier tonight:

"You can't just leave me here like this and go, I need answers!"

Adam's voice trembled as he caught my arm with a shivering hand. His hazel brown eyes glistened with unshed tears, each one a silent plea that tore at my heartstrings.

A lump formed in my throat, choking back the words that threatened to spill forth.

"Please, Anna, don't walk out on me," he implored. His voice cracking with emotion.

"Ady," I began, my own voice strained with emotion. "I woke up and found out my things were missing. Next, I stepped out of my room, and my mom tells me we're leaving. I had to beg her to let me come and see my friends for one last time."

"What's the problem with your mom?! Why is she taking you away?"

Adam's frustration seeped into his words, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"It's business, Ady. A last-minute call. We have to go. It's important to her." I explained the weight of the situation bearing down on me.

I Lied.

"And what's important to you?"

His gaze bore into mine, searching for answers that I was not ready to give.

"You." I whispered, the admission barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "But it doesn't matter."

"She can go by herself if it's that important to her. Why are you going with her?"

Adam's tone turned accusatory, his voice tinged with resentment.

The beeping of my wristwatch interrupted our conversation, a stark reminder of the limited time we had left. My inner turmoil reached a crescendo as I realized that our time together was running out.

Time's up!

My inner voice echoed, a somber reminder of the impending goodbye.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I shook my head in despair. With a sharp motion, I pulled my arm free from Adam's grasp, the physical distance between us mirroring the emotional chasm that had grown between us.

"Don't go, Anns." Adam's voice choked with emotion, his plea hanging in the air like a desperate prayer. "I waited for this night for so long. Don't go now."

The thought of never seeing him again in school shattered the fragile facade of composure I had struggled to maintain. A sob tore from my chest, raw and unfiltered, as I threw myself into his arms, seeking solace in the warmth of his embrace.

For a fleeting moment, I felt safe, cocooned in his comforting presence.

But the nagging doubt lingered, a persistent whisper in the recesses of my mind. What if I told him the truth about me? Could he be the prince who frees the princess from her castle and takes her away with him?

The memory of Mason's face flashed before my eyes, a haunting reminder of the secrets I harbored and the consequences they carried.

"Bye, Ady." I murmured, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.

With a gentle touch, I pulled his hand from my hair and pressed a soft kiss to his palm, a silent farewell to the boy who had captured my heart.

The balloons lay scattered like drifting clouds upon the floor, while delicate flower petals continued their graceful descent from the ceiling above, softly landing upon our heads. Adam's countenance, once radiant, now wore a mask of sorrow, his tearful eyes casting a subdued glow in the dim light. His shoulders, once held high, now sagged in defeat, and the charm of his tuxedo seemed to fade into the shadows of disappointment.

"No!..." Adam's protest fell on deaf ears as I spun on my heel and raced for the door, the weight of my decision heavy upon my shoulders.

Our friends tried to stop me, their voices lost in the tumult of my thoughts, but I was already moving, driven by a desperate need to escape.

I jogged downstairs, my footsteps echoing in the empty hallway, each step a painful reminder of the choice I had made.

As I reached the main exits, the memory of my nightmare from earlier that morning flooded back, threatening to overwhelm me. But I pushed the fear aside, focusing on the task at hand.

The rain poured down upon me as I sprinted towards the gate, the slick pavement beneath my feet threatening to betray me with each step. The candles lay extinguished, their once-glowing flames reduced to smoldering embers in the deluge.

"He loves you, Anns. He was so excited for tonight."

Andrew's voice reached me from behind, a faint echo in the storm. But I couldn't bear to face him, couldn't bear to confront the truth of his words.

With a final burst of energy, I reached the waiting car, the door standing open like a silent invitation to leave it all behind.

"He was going to propose to you tonight!"

Andrew's voice pierced through the tumultuous roar of thunder, freezing me in my tracks. My heart skipped a beat, and a surge of emotions threatened to overwhelm me. The weight of his words crashed down on me like a relentless downpour.

"Get in, the rain's pouring in."

Mom's urgent tone broke through the haze of shock, snapping me back to reality.

Without a backward glance, I flung myself into the back seat, leaving behind the echoes of a night that could have been. The door slamming shut behind me with a resounding thud.

I turned to glance back, hoping to find Andrew there, but he was nowhere to be seen.

As the driver accelerated, the screeching of tires mirrored the chaos raging within me, the world outside spinning in a dizzying blur. Through the rain-streaked window, I caught a fleeting glimpse of a shadow beneath the streetlamp, disappearing into the darkness as the school gate slammed shut.

At times, the decisions we make are not solely guided by the yearnings of our heart, but by the pragmatic counsel of our mind. Each path we choose carries its own weight of consequences, balancing the desires of the soul with the wisdom of reason.

End of flashback.

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