Taken

Three

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The normal expected outcome of my situation in any Romance novel would be that I would run after Conner and ask him to explain himself.

I did the exact opposite and picked up my things, running to make it to geography class.

Once I was in the safety of the empty hallway, well as safe as hallways could be, I heaved my bag to the ground and bent, placing my hands on my knees to catch my breath.

Then I picked up my bag and headed to my locker. I wasn't suprised to see Beulah standing in front of my locker, her panicking eyes shifting from left to right, anger and worry clearly noticeable in her features. I was so getting it..

"Sai! " I'd been caught. The bell had rung over five minutes ago and it was no surprise Beulah had skipped her next class to come looking for me.

Slowly but surely, I made my way over to her, and when she noticed the crestfallen and tired look written all over me, she met me halfway my walk and engulfed me in a hug.

She was a tight hugger that one, and soon I was gasping for her.

"I heard mel-her  minions came to meet you. You need to let then know what really happened Sai  " she sighed when she felt me tense up.

When she noticed I wasn't going to speak up, she let me go and placed her hands on her waist looking at me squarely and emotionless.

" Just look at what they've done to you. They've turned you into this broken girl. You're not the person I once knew,  they're breaking you, and you're letting them. "she took in a breath." They're calling you slut, and you don't mind. You don't mind any of it do you? You don't mind what he did to you? Because you're so stupid and naive to think he's coming back to apologize and shit. Well reality check Sai, hes not! So you can start moving on now"

I stared at her with unblinking eyes. And then I touched my cheeks, only to feel the wetness and moisture.

In that moment, my mind was clouded with hate and detest as I picked up my bag.

I managed to cast a long hard stare at her and then the words left my mouth before I could stop them.

"Fuck you "

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I had managed to avoid both Beulah and conner for the rest of the day and was now lying under the duvet covers in my messed up bedroom, away from the judgemental world.

He loved me. He loved me. He loved me. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.

I kept chanting to myself, hoping, wishing, needing it to be true.  But then, if he loved me, why did he do what he did?

If he loved me, why did he lie to everyone? If he loved me why did he make me seem like the bad person? If he loved me why didn't he stop his best friend from coming to threaten me?If he loved me why wasn't he protecting me? If he loved me why would he let them attack me? Why would he let them call me a slut? Why would he make it seem to everyone  like he'd used me? Like he'd never loved me?.. If he loved me why was he with her?

With the floating thoughts in my head and the silent sobs escaping from my throat, I managed to fall asleep and wander  into the only place where I was sure my nightmares wouldn't get to me.

My dreams.

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