Separate Lives: The Bittersweet Saga #2 (On Hold)

Relationship Deepening and Revenge at it's Worst - Chapter 11

Dey

I was sitting down next to Bryan, who was currently trying to get himself ready for what I was about to tell him.

"Dey, what happened? Don't stop now, you can tell me." Bryan said.

I gulped at his response. Can I tell him? Have I got the guts to? Am I fully ready to tell him about what happened? Those awful moments.

"Dey, it's no good hiding it inside you." He told me.

"I don't think I can Bryan." I looked up at him.

He had that look in his eyes that scared me. I jumped a little inside to see how dark they had become. Oh, I knew, just by looking at me, that once I tell him, he's going to go on some rampage after him and kill him.

"Yes you can. You can tell me."

I shook my head at him and turned away. I felt my eyes water, blurring my vision as I felt his arms around me.

"You can tell me Dey." He whispered in my ear softly.

He pulled me back towards him, so my head laid softly on his chest, whilst I stared outside, just thinking about what that man did.

He pulled my fringe behind my ear and kissed me softly on my forehead.

"Bryan; you don't understand. You rea-"

"Then tell me so I can understand." He interrupted. "Tell me so I can try and make things better and sort things out."

"That's why I don't want to tell you." I said far too quickly making me seem histerical.

I turned around to him sharply, making him jump slightly.

"I don't like the way you sort things out Bryan. That's why I don't want to tell you. I know how you're gonna respond, at least I've got an idea. I know that it won't go well, and I'm scared that if I tell you. Something worse might happen, and I can't let that happen." I told him.

"But if you don't tell someone, then something worse might happen anyway, when it could have been prevented." Bryan said to me.

That's what should have happened, shouldn't it? If someone had said something, would it have been prevented. Would something better had happened?

"Dey!" He shouted.

The sudden response made me jump and I looked up at him with widened eyes.

"You have got to tell me. I can make things better, and if I can't, then I know people that will."

"That's why I don't want to tell you!" I shouted at him.

"I don't want you getting anyone else involved and sorting things out. I don't want anyone knowing about this. It's bad enough that you know something is wrong." I told him fiercely.

He doesn't even understand what he might be getting himself into! I have got to do something to get myself out of here.

"I know what you're thinking, and I ain't letting you get out of here until you tell me what's wrong." He looked up at me with those cold-hearted eyes.

I knew that he was serious. I can't let him know what happened. I just can't!

I started walking around the room figitedly, thinking about how to distract him so I can get away. It's only for his safety, our safety, everyone's safety.

"Stop trying to think of a plan to distract me or get out of here because it won't work." He told me straightforwardly.

I turned around to him.