The start of something bad

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Arabella's POV
There we were, sitting in the dark,almost alone in the back of the movie theater. I tried to direct my attention to the movie. I couldn't concentrate on it, and from what I could tell neither could he. I kept thinking about Ezra and what he said to me in my dorm. I wondered what Alex was thinking about, that led him not to be able to concentrate on the movie. Soon all my thoughts traveled to Ezra and his words, his touch. I excused my self to Alex and went to the restroom. I called Ezra. Hello he answered. Hi I said. Can I come over? Sure if you really want to, he said. I told Alex that my sister had texted me with and emergency and I had to go. He said OK do you need a ride? No I said, I'll walk. I left and made my way to Ezra's house. I texted him.
Me- on my way
Ezra- ok see you soon ;)
As I kept walking I heard footsteps behind me inching closer and closer. I started to panic. I started to dial Ezra to come pick me up. Suddenly I was pushed down. The cold wet concrete periced my face. Tears started to rush down my face as I became more scared. Then I blacked out.
Ezra's POV
She called me I was excited. She asked if she could come over and the very thought of her here with me made me feel better about things. After a while she texted me.
Belle- on my way
Me- ok see you soon ;)
I added a winky face because I thought it might've been ok,but now I regret it.
About fifteen minutes later she called me again. I answered hello but there was no answer back. I was about to hang up when I heard crying and screaming. I yelled her name into the phone then line ended. I was worried so I was going to call the police but what if they found out. What if they found out I was having and affair with my student. She would be ruined. All I could think about was her saftey so I tracked her phone and it led me to a dumpster. Her phone was dropped in there and she nor her assailant were nowhere to be found. I smelt around and caught the scent if death and blood but I couldn't track it. It was masked by string cologne. I was left with the thought that I would never find her again anf I never told her that I actually loved her.

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