Two Lives. One Boy.

Chapter 15- Myself was my only hope

I gasped, pulling away and shot to my feet. I couldn't believe I had sat there and kissed him back. Something must have been terribly wrong with me. I needed to get away.

I sprinted towards the forest realising that this could be one of my greatest decisions. Escape. This could be my first step to escape from that stupid building which haunted me with so many lurking nightmares and away from Jack who seemed to confuse me every second of my life.

My feet carried me till the trees started to clear. I had heard Jack call after me and the sound of his footsteps crunching against the dry leaves and stray twigs but the sounds faded away as I found myself on a street.

I squinted slightly and noticed a hunched silhouette in the distance. I furrowed my eyebrows, the figure seemed familiar. I felt ashamed for not figuring out straight away. It was Christopher.

"Christopher!" I called, sprinting, closing the distance between us. I tried to trust my instincts that it was actually him because the darkness could have tricked me. His sudden halt and lift of the head gave me more certainty it was him. But what he did next surprised me and worse, hurt me.

He started walking away, picking his pace. When I was getting closer, he started sprinting. I could clearly see that it had taken him a lot of willpower to do that but it still caused a pang of pain to erupt in my body. I was sure he was upset at me for telling his so called mother about our hide out and Callum had probably made it seem worse, coating the story with bitterness. But I didn't give up.

"Christopher please! I'm sorry about telling her, I'm sure Callum has told you but I had no choice! She said she would tell Jack about us sneaking out and I couldn't risk that! God knows what Jack would've done!"

"Adria shut up!" he called back.

I was so taken aback, I halted suddenly, my lips parted. There was so much anger and bitterness behind those words, it was impossible that the hide out incident was the only thing that was bothering him.

He turned around slowly and I had a sudden urge to close the metres of distance between us and embrace him into a hug. I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to stay composed. "Christopher," I croaked, ashamed of the weakness behind my voice. "What happened?"

Christopher sighed, darting his eyes around the place, "Maybe it's not your fault Adria but you're messing with my head. I feel vulnerable, easily hurt and I can't take that." I furrowed my eyebrows, a new sense of confusion fell upon me.

"I-I just want you to," he paused, struggling to get the words out, "Stay away from me Adria," he finally said in one breath, shaking slightly. He gained a bit more confidence in his words as he carried on and I felt my body being torn bit by bit, "I don't want to see you. I can't see you. Just try and escape or whatever or if you're happy with Jack, maybe you are, then stay. Do whatever but you can't be a part of my life anymore." Silence hung in the air and I found it difficult to breathe. He gave me a quick look of sadness and suddenly he was gone. Disappeared around a corner.

I don't know how long I just stood there, on the pavement, staring at the spot he was standing at before he went. What had come over him? How could he do that to me just because I told someone where we meet up? Suddenly Jack's stern voice cut through the air, calling my name in anger. Then it came to me as I averted my eyes, feeling utterly idiotic for not realising before.

Christopher must have seen the kiss. The kiss between Jack and I which shouldn't have happened. I balled my hand into a fist and wished there was a punching bag nearby. Stupid, stupid me. I felt like banging my head against a wall several times.

I felt Jack's presence behind me as he clutched my shoulder and spun me around, his face was bright red due to anger and the running which he was panting profusely due to. He nostrils flared as he shook his head, "Why did you do that!? Why did you run away!? Do you know how much this business needs you!? The police will be after us in no time if you magically disappear!"

"That's all you care about?"

"Yes!" he roared as I sucked in a breath, constantly telling myself to stay calm.

"I've changed my mind," He added on as fear crept into me, "You're staying with me, you'll be a part of this business forever. I'll keep you in a room, you go out to do your modelling and whatever I feel is necessary but that's it."

I gasped, "Jack, you're going to do that after you just kissed me?"

"I don't care about you, I care about my business. Everything could have been the way it was before you went to jail if you just went along and agreed to be my girlfriend . I wouldn't treat you like a prisoner then. I tried to make you like me so that everything could run on peacefully but turns out you're angering me more and more by the second and I have no choice than to take things the hard way."

I don't think I had ever craved for Christopher's presence more than that moment. I held back a whimper as thoughts raced through my head and I started unfolding an escape plan. It was as though Jack read my mind as he brought out a menacing knife and spat, "Any attempt of escape, I'll cut of a finger. Each finger gone for each time you try to escape." 

"That would be a bit idiotic because I don't think any modelling agencies would want a fingerless model," I smirked as he gritted his teeth. I had no idea where I had got the sudden confidence from.

"Fine, I will cut you wrist each time you try to escape. That can heal and the modelling agencies wouldn't blink an eye. Now shut up before I decide on any other worse way to hurt you and your annoying self."  

I looked down with a small smile, cutting my wrist wasn't half as bad.

He shoved me into a car and I just wanted the day to be over and done with, it couldn't get any worse than this. The C's supposedly biological mum showing up at my front door in the morning, forcing me to spill information. Callum's look of betrayal on his face when he looked at me. Jack's drunk self forcing me to go on a date with him. The kiss. Christopher wanting to never see me again and now this. Basically being kidnapped and being deprived of a normal teenager life.

I couldn't believe all of that had squeezed itself into one day. One day full of torture. Tiredness seeped into me and I just wanted to sleep whether it was on a metal bedframe without a mattress or my comfy bed at home.

Tomorrow, I thought to myself. Tomorrow would be the day where I think of me and only me. Of how to get out of this mess and sort out my life. Suddenly, I remembered the chip placed in my hair. The tracking device which gave me a spark of hope. But hope was a dangerous thing and Christopher had probably forgotten about it. Even if he hadn't, he probably had no intention of helping me anymore.

I couldn't trust Jack at all now. He was completely heartless, I had completely lost hope of him actually being a better person than I thought. He seemed to have proven to have gotten worse. I should've listened to Callum and never have believed a word Jack said from the beginning. I couldn't afford to be stupid anymore.

 It was just me now. Myself was my only hope.

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Thought I'd add in this short chapter to round her day off.

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-S.P

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