Trust Me.

Chapter 4

His hands wrapped around my neck as his grip got tighter bit by bit. "Hey little princess. You should be able to recognize me. CHRIS."

I looked him in the eye. His stunning green eyes mesmerized me. But I could never like him. I know I left without much notice but he too did the same.

I immediately felt like shouting every vulgarity I knew but I couldnt as his force on my neck held me back.

Still, one question kept dwelling in my head - who was the one he was talking to on the phone? 

We both exchanged glances. I could see anger and sadness in his eyes. He has his rights to be upset. After all, who would like it if someone she or he loved left suddenly? But again, HE did the same to me.

"You still look perfect as ever - but his hands reached yours, didnt they? So I cant say you look perfect anymore." He said with his voice building up with fiery, yet he could fall apart with all the sadness he had.

He let go of his grip on my neck. I let out a sigh of relief and coughed at the loudest.

"Why are you doing this Chris?" I asked as tears trickled down my face together with my sweat. "I'm just back to take what I own. I own you. I need you. I want you. I wont let you go bitch."

"No. Im never coming back to you. Who the fuck would Chris? You went out with all those sluts and never told me about it. You left me at your house without even telling me anything and you just so called fled for your life. COWARD!" I screamed.

All he did was laugh. "That's quite true but I dont care. I will follow you, torture you and do whatever it takes to get you back. You'll see me often." He said

He walked up to me and took off the ropes that strained my hands. He dragged me all the way till we reached the outside of the apartment. He pushed me onto the ground and dissapeared within seconds.

The blood from the scars on my leg gushed out like a flood. With all my might, I pushed myself onto my feet as I screamed as the pain pierced through my legs. I strolled my way down the streets till I found my apartment.

I opened the door and pushed myself onto the couch. Blood was everywhere. He literally had probably used a knife and made cuts on my body...just so that whenever I looked at them I would think about him, the nasty him.

I got my phone and managed to call my best friend Gen. She did know about everything that happened in my life...including Victor.

I "updated" my story with her. Panicked, she said she will come over soon. With pain, I dragged myself to the toilet.

I turned on the ice cold water. I reluctantly brought my leg towards it. The water splashed on my wounds. The cold water seemed like it was burning my legs. I screamed in pain. Tears whelmed my eyes.
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I lay on my bed as Gen went to make a cup of tea.

Victor.
Victor.
Victor.

This was all I could think of. He was going to be in trouble. If I told him about this...Victor would turn into a murderer. He WILL kill Chris and whoever Chris was talking to. I held my phone in my hand, at Victor's contact.

I had to let go.
I had to let go of my happiness with him.
My love of my life.
I had to let go!

I reluctantly tapped on the sms icon.

Victor. It's me. Babe...i'm sorry. I can't do this. We have to part. Some people just don't like it when I'm having a good life. Baby, I promise, whoever you spend your life with is really lucky. Im not gifted to be that girl...but whoever she is...she is VERY lucky. Control your anger ok? You have all rights to be mad at me for what i'm doing. Please don't search for me...dont't come to my house. I'm sorry Victor. I love you. So much. I love you baby.

Tears streamed down my face as I clicked 'send'.

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Victor's POV

What's wrong with Sophie? She must be messing with me. I threw my laptop on the floor. What did I do? I fell on my knees as I placed my face in my hands. Tears streamed down.

I love her.
I need her.
She is my everything.
She is my life.
She is my world.

Sophie, i'm never letting you go.

I love you.