I'm His Good Girl

Chapter 13.

It's crazy how fast someone's life can change.

One day you think you have everything planned out, and the next day, you can't seem to recognize your own reflection.

Well, right in this moment I really wished I could see my reflection. Or at least my own hands. 

''C'mon, Elodie. You can do this.''

I found out that stressful situations make me talk to myself and that was exactly what I was doing right then. 

My hands were tied down and I was placed on a metal - and really uncomfortable - chair. Again. It was cold and it smelled like crap so I really didn't want to know where I was.

However, actually seeing the room I was in was impossible anyway because I was surrounded by darkness.

It was pitch black.

Everywhere.

And on top of that, I couldn't even remember how I'd got there in the first place.

I remember the kiss, the noise, someone barging in and knocking the door. Aiden being pushed off of the bed  and the loud gun shots filling the room.

I remember my ears ringing because of the noise and my heart beating so fast  I was afraid it'll come out of my chest and start flying around.

It was chaos.

Then I remember I tried looking for Aiden in the middle of that hell but something hit my head and that was all.

Dark.

I let out a frustrated groan when I realized I was knocked out cold and I couldn't even see that person's face.

Panicked or not, I knew I had to find a way out of here. And I had to find Aiden.

While I was trying to untie the stupid rope that was keeping my hands together, I was thinking the same thought over and over again. Why couldn't I be a normal teenager? With a normal, boring life, with a stupid, hot crush and with scary, boring teachers?

Instead of worrying about my grades and my non-existing love life, I was worrying if I'm still going to be alive tomorrow.

I was so angry in that moment, that I almost forgot I should be afraid. Almost.

A sudden noise behind the door (at least I think it was a door) got my attention and I stilled my movements, not so ready for anything or anyone that would come in.

The next moment, a bright light entered the tiny (and no surprise here- dirty) room I was in. Aiden's face was the first thing I saw after my eyes adjusted to the sudden light.

And damn, did he looked dirty, tired and really bruised.

''C'mon, princess, we're getting out of here.''

He cut the ties with a knife and took my hand, dragging me out of that room.

While we were sneaking around, trying to get out of that place that looked pretty much like an abandoned factory (is this clichee or what?), his hand was holding mine like I would vanish any second. And the moment my body actually started to register his warmth, his presence, I realized how much I wanted to see his face when I woke up.

He was always like dark smoke, sneaking into my mind, clouding my vision, blurring my thoughts, making me addicted. 

I wished he'd take away my last piece of insanity.

I didn't  want to think straight anymore. Even if I tried.

The moment our hurried feet touched the grey cement outside, he quickened our pace until we reached a black car. He threw me in and the next thing I know, we were on the road.

The silence fell upon us.

None of us said anything and somehow, I knew I should ask questions, I should demand answers, but when I looked at his face from the corner of  my eye, when I caught a glimpse of his enigmatic, abyssal eyes, my mind and my heart fell in sink.

I couldn't turn back now.

I couldn't ask questions because he would be my answer to anything. I was so addicted, my mind wouldn't even accept anything else.

He could take me away.

Far, far away.

''I don't wanna go back.'' 

I whispered those words like a plea and he answered with words that seemed to be a promise.

''We won't.''

Our hands touched. Fingers entwined. His gaze. The spell.  My heart.

I couldn't feel it anymore.

I was hoping. I don't know what, maybe for him not to break it.

 I was praying. I don't know for what, maybe for him to stay forever.

A noise ahead of us. Two white lights. The creaking of tires.

When light hits darkness, they want to claim each other.

A crash. A scream - my scream.

The darkness won. I'm his.

A crash.

Forever.

a/n HIII! It's been a while, I'm sorry. I had school like most of you, plus my sister turned 18 the other day and I was really stressed to organize for her a really nice birthday.

Ok, so this isn't the end. 

It's going to be an epilogue or another chapter and an epilogue. I'm not so sure yet. Vote if you liked it and comment your thoughts. Thank you for those who stayed with me till now, I know I've been on and off and I'm really sorry.

It's my first story written in English and idk, I was really self-conscious about it.