Remember Our Love

Chapter 8: My hero in sneakers

Laura's P.O.V.

I started crying after Jack shut the door. He was right. Everything he said was right. I did break his heart again. He came back for me and I couldn't kiss him back but I was scared because if I got attached to him again and he has to leave, my heart will break to a thousand pieces like last time. The only difference now is that he's leaving because of me and I broke his heart. I go to my bedroom and just cry. What else could I do? Fight for him? I would apologize even if it took all my breath but when a word or an act is already out, it's very hard to take it back especially if it was painful.

I hear the door next door slam shut and I look at his window from my window. He looks at me and we just stare at each other until he breaks the gaze and just leaves. Should I fight for him? I should at least try. I decided to follow him but have a good enough distance so he won't be able to see me.

After 10 minutes of just following him, he accidentally bumps his head on a wall. I was about to laugh out loud but someone put their hand over my mouth. My body shook with fear. The person turned me around with his hand still around my mouth muffling my screams. I look to see 5 very buff guys including the one covering my mouth. They brought me to the corner of street and I kept fighting back, I resisted. I bit the hand over my mouth and scream hoping someone would notice the scene happening. One of them punched me in the face and I fell and hit the ground. Everything was blurry. The last thing I saw was a guy fighting away those guys. Then, it was just darkness.

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I jolted up and look around. I was on a bed. What happened? I touch my cheek forgetting that I got punched there and hiss in pain. I look at a mirror just in front of the bed. I see a big purple bruise from where the guy punched me. I look aside and see pills and a glass of water. There was a note.

'When you wake up, drink these pills. They are painkillers. You'll know me soon.'

The note sounded a little creepy. What if the pills are poisoned? Or what if the person is trying to get me overdosed? If this person who apparently saved me would do that then why would he save me in the first place? I drink the pills and the glass of water. It feels suspicious to trust a stranger but this stranger helped me. Besides, I don't even know where I am and my body is still sore and my head hurts so it's a really foolish idea to try and run away especially when I don't know where I am. I get my phone from the back pocket of jeans and look at the time to see that it is 7:00 AM.

I just look around this house. I see a staircase and my curiosity got the best of me so I go upstairs and I see that there are a lot of doors but 1 door is open. This feels like a horror movie wherein all the doors are locked except one and a monster is hidden there. Why aren't I running away? I look through the door and see a guy a lying down. He seems to be sleeping. I approach and put my hand on his head. I brush away the hair covering his face and look at his eyes. I really didn't expect it.

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