"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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"Come down.. I am waiting for you." Ryan whispers huskily, before hanging up the call.
Though he said softly, it feels like an order. A malicious command, that my body feels compelled to follow.
Fuck it!
I toss my phone on to the bed and pace around my room panickingly. Sweat runs down my neck, while my mind runs everywhere and anywhere.
Why did he come back?
And why the fuck he wants to meet me?
A part of my mind already knows the sinister intentions lurking behind his return, yet I don't want to accept it.
Walking to the cupboard, I pull out a small cutter blade and hide it in my palm.
One thing I learned from watching Euphoria: If you are going to face the bad guy, go prepared.
With unsteady steps, I climb down my dad's castle to go meet the evil prince outside.
"Where are you off to? You just came." My father questions me, pausing his Barbie movie on Netflix.
My feet halts on the spot, and so does my breath as his scrutinizing cop eyes lock onto me.
"Um.. Ana came to meet me. She is outside." I tell him awkwardly, hiding the cutter in my fist.
"Why didn't you call her in?" He asks me with questioning brows.
"I did, but she said she is only here for a few minutes." I reply hastily.
"Alright, be back soon." He nods, granting me permission to walk out.
I force a smile, gulping the guilt trip which is crawling up my throat. I hate lying to my parents, especially for a motherfucker like him.
I spot the black SUV parked a few houses away. I take a deep, shaky breath, before walking towards the car.
My stomach churns in fear as I see the devil's trident proudly erected on the bonnet, sending nostalgic shivers down my spine.
It feels like I am transported back to three years ago, when he took me in his car and touched me with his sultry hands in places where even sunlight had not touched me.
Black tinted windows cloak the vehicle from all sides, unable for me to see him. But I know, he can clearly see me.
Walking up to the passenger side, the door swings open and with trembling legs, I get inside the ominous car.
I close the door after sliding in and finally face the devil beside me.
Ryan Damison.
The worst nightmare of my life, is now alive and sitting beside me in all his flesh and bones.
My nose hits with the nostalgic scent of leather and smoke, taking me back to the time I last met him in his car, when he made me sit on his lap and
It feels like an episode of history repeating itself, without any background music.
