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"You may be his world, but you're the only thing that ever felt like home to me."
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Some people never get second chances. Lilah never thought she'd get one with her brother's best f...
Here's another extra long chapter to hopefully make up for the long wait for my last update (and so you're not left on a cliffhanger for too long). I decided to write in present tense instead of past tense like I have done for the other chapters, let me know which you prefer. I'll gladly be going back through and fixing whatever chapters I need to fit with whatever tense I choose to write in.
Just a reminder of this story's warnings mentioned in the beginning!
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Autumn season, two years ago
The rather large closet suddenly feels like it shrank half its size. It feels like the air was suddenly ripped from the closet because the only logical thought I can make is that I am suffocating. I don't think it's because of the closet, but because of him. The scent of stale beer and sweat linger thick in the air.
I glance towards the door that had only shut behind me around thirty seconds ago, and I make a mental reminder that I still have to endure over six minutes. A small sliver of light shines beneath the door, barely giving enough light for me to make out vague shadows in the very dark room. I take a step back, wanting nothing more than to create distance between Luke and I, and a small gasp leaves my mouth when my back hits the wall. My stomach churns as I tuck myself against the farthest corner, my hands trembling against my thighs, but it still feels too close to Luke.
Trying to be rational and ignore the heavy, inescapable presence of Luke lurking me in the dark, I crouch down and tuck my knees in, curling myself into a ball. The smaller I am, the harder it will be for him to find me.
I can hear the muffled voices outside begin to talk, and to add to my fear, I hear music begin to play, nearly drowning out the voices. Scarlett knew Luke was in here the whole time, and she somehow managed to get me in here with him. And now, she is making sure we won't be heard.
The thought of Natalie being outside the door provides me with little comfort. She will do anything to make sure I am safe.
My thoughts of what is going on outside is interrupted when Luke's voice finally comes out, and it sounds too close to me for my liking.
"Wow, Lilah," he drawls, his voice taunting me. "You look scared."
My fingers dig into my arms, short nails biting into my skin, as if the pain will keep me grounded. I squeeze my eyes shut, chanting words to myself to remain calm.
Block it out. Don't react.
"You remember what I used to call you back in school?" He continues to taunt me. "Stuck up pathetic little freak, right?" A dry laugh escapes him, and it's the same tone of mockery I recognize Scarlett having.
