Falling for the Broken

20: Taken

"Sometimes quiet is violent. I find it hard to hide it. My pride is no longer inside. It's on my sleeve. My skin will scream. Reminding me of who I killed inside my dream." -Twenty One Pilots

I guess I always knew that this day would come: the day George found me. I was just trying not to think about, secretly praying that he'd simply forget about me.

He didn't.

Anxiously, I sat in the passenger seat as George drove. I recognised the surroundings and took an educated guess that he was taking us back to our house where we used to live together. That wretched place held so many scarring memories.

"I've missed you so much babe, and I'm so sorry for how I treated you. I promise, I'll never do it again and I forgive you for being with that dick head, Aaron." He apologised, rubbing my leg with his left hand, keeping his right on the steering wheel.

I shivered at his touch but tried to suppress my uneasiness. He knew about Aaron and I? Of course he did, Lindsy must have told him. I wondered where she was now. Did he dump her?

"W-what about Lindsy?" I attempted to sound confident, my voice still quivering though.

"Her?" He scoffed, chuckling a little. "She's nothing compared to you, you know that. I love you and only you, don't be jealous, babe."

Jealous? He actually believed I was jealous because he went out with Lindsy? I only wanted to know what happened to her, if he hurt her or something.

"I want us to start again, a clean slate. We'll go home, have some fun and then I'll pack my suitcase and we can go on holiday. I put your suitcase in the boot." He smiled.

Have some fun? Go on holiday?

"That sounds nice, doesn't it babe?" He looked to me.

"Y-yeah." I nodded.

"Why did you have a suitcase anyway?" He questioned.

Shit. I needed a lie. My brain could hardly function, but I just needed something quick. I couldn't exactly say that I was running away from him. What if I said I was running away from Aaron?

"Aaron and I broke up." I told him, technically, that wasn't a lie.

"Ah, I see. That fucker didn't deserve you anyway. Now you're all mine." He smiled.

My heart was hammering hard in my chest. I just wanted to leave, I couldn't bare sitting next to him, let alone pretend to be nice to him so he wouldn't hurt me.

"Yep." I forced a smile on to my face.

Aaron, Olivia and Tommy thought I was running away and I had dropped my phone outside of the apartment complex. No one knew I was here with George; no one was going to save me.

I belonged to him.

"Wh-where are we going on holiday?" I tried not to let any tears surface.

"Sydney, Australia." He replied.

"For h-how long?" I stuttered.

Australia was fucking far away. I wouldn't know anyone, not that I had many friends in England. How was I supposed to escape from George if I was half way across the world?!

"Forever." He grinned.

Shit. I couldn't do this. I couldn't be alone with him. I just wanted to stay away from him. Why did the world hate me so much? I was finally happy but happiness was a feeling that was scarce in my life. It'd disappear instantly.

"R-right." I nodded, not wanting to aggravate him.

I needed a plan, but what? If I ran away, he'd only find me again. I was utterly trapped. My whole body shivered as I realised that I was never going to get out of this mess. My lip quivered and my eyes grew glassy.