DANGEROUS

Chapter 9

Genevieve

Black cars surrounded the whole place. The manager asked why they were there, but they only said if was behalf of Justin Clarkson. I noticed how the manager scrambled off hearing his name.

He must be that scary. But no, he's an asshole to me. I closed the curtains and grabbed my phone. I turned it on and just in time, Livy's name popped out.

"Liv?"

"What the hell Eli! There are men barging in and searching for something that belongs to you. Is this Clarkson guy desperate of where you live?"

I rolled my eyes, "Don't worry Liv, but if they mean harm, call me immediately."

"Okay. Where are you anyway, I've been calling you for five times."

I peeked through the curtains, "I'm at a motel, I won't let the almighty Justin Clarkson win and find out where I live."

"Uh huh, well, please tell your husband to keep his men away from our apartment. One of them is actually shoving their hands in my panties- hey! That's mine! Don't touch it!"

I snickered, "I'll see what I can do. Don't let them go through my private thing-" I referred to my old junky laptop that Livy swore to never open, "-and husband? No."

"Okay. Okay. Don't worry."

"Bye." I hummed backed and went to dial Justin's number.

"Elizabeth." He answered, "Justin, can you please back off your men out of Livy's apartment?"

He hummed, "No. I heard a certain conversation from her phone. What is this about a private thing?" I widen my eyes.

"Can you actually hear every conversation that goes in my phone?" I said with wide eyes.

"No. I couldn't. I can only hack in your friends' phone."

"Bastard," I spat.

"I'll make sure to find your precious 'private thing'. Until then, if you don't tell me where you live, I will hunt you down."

I gritted my teeth, "Why?"

"Why what Eliza?"

"Why are you so desperate of knowing where I live?"

There was a pause, "Because I need to know that you're safe, and that you're just nearby." He gently said.

I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off.

"I also want to visit you, and at some point beg you live with me."

"I can't - I won't, you are the most despicable, inconsiderate, and hateful human being; I can't even imagine being with you," I said through my teeth, "Now please, leave me the fuck alone."

* * * * *

I was back in our home. The familiar creaky floors and dusty furniture was in my imagination. I looked down at myself to see I was wearing my usual clothing back two years ago, a black tank top and leather jacket along with denim jeans and sneakers.

"Don." I whipped my head around when I heard a voice. I widen my eyes when I saw my brother wearing a smirk. "What do you want?" I hissed in disgust.

He walked towards me, "Are you ready?" He asked darkly. I didn't know what he was on about. But I guess this was another nightmare. I wish it wasn't worse as before.

It felt like I couldn't control my body. But I knew I was smirking. Why though?

My brother handed me a gun, which I willingly took. Why did I take it?

I started walking ahead of my brother, feeling...happy? I didn't know why.

When the metal doors opened from downstairs, I saw several man surrounding a tied up man that was in the middle.

The guy was struggling with the ties tied tightly at his arms and legs. There was a bag covering his face, so I couldn't see.

When I raised my gun at the man. Pulling the bag, it revealed the guy behind.

I widen my eyes.

"Justin." I whispered.

Then, I pulled the safe. I panicked, what the fuck was I doing?

Before I could do anything else, the sound of gunshot hit my senses. I stared with my eyes open and wide, Justin fell off the chair with a loud thud; blood gradually pooled around him. My body was completely numb, as if I no longer control my own self.

I tried moving, but I couldn't budge.

My eyes stared down at his lifeless, eyes. Suddenly, I see his lips moving; he was saying something.

"I forgive you."

I screamed when I woke up. I was shaking in fear and worry when I felt my emotions riding all up to every hill in the world.

I was scared. I was scared of what had happened. I can't believe that happened. Why did that happened?

With worry and panic, I quickly grabbed my phone with my sweaty hand. I took deep breaths like I had just ran a marathon.

I dialed his number.

"Elizabeth?" He picked up from the fifth ring. His voice sounded raspy and sleepy; he just woke up. It was good hearing his voice.

"Justin? Are you fine?" My voice was shaky and trembling.

"Yeah," he went silent for a few moment, "is something wrong?" His voice became serious. He sounded worried.

I sat up straight, trying to find the light switch.

"Oh," I whispered, sobbing silently, why the fuck was I crying?

"Eliza? Are you crying?" He exclaimed a little, "Eliza...Please stop crying baby, I'm right here sweetie, I won't let anyone hurt you. Please calm down."

"Justin..." I whispered again, "...please don't..."

"What is it baby? What's wrong?"

I sniffled a small cry, I didn't want him to hear me like this; I should hang up. But I couldn't move, its like I can't control my body - all over again like my dream, where I killed Justin.

I killed Justin.

I killed him.

"Eliza?"

No, I didn't kill him. He's at his home, he's at the phone, and he's talking to me right now.

"Eliza? Baby?"

And he's calling me 'baby'.