Aila's POV
Rain. It was raining today. I traced the patterns that the drops were making on the window pane. That's all I've been doing for the past 12 hours. Tracing rain dots. Unable to think or move.
After seeing him last night, my mind went blank, working hard to repress the memories that I had been blocking out for so long.
I heard my phone ring multiple times, but I didn't feel like answering it. I had called out of work this morning, telling Bob that I just needed a break, maybe 2 days or so. I could tell that he didn't approve of it, but I knew he wouldn't question me.
What I saw last night had frightened me so much that as soon as I came into my apartment, I just sat in the chair in my room and looked out the window.
Seeing him brought back so many memories- horrific memories. Memories of being beaten and assaulted-
I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts that were threatening to invade my mind. I knew that the only way to deal with those memories was to push them in the back of my mind and simply forget.
That's the only thing I could do.
That's the only thing I knew how to do.
I heard someone banging on my apartment door, breaking me from my daze. I instantly froze up. What if it was Peter?
"Aila, open up! I know that you're in there."
The voice wasn't Peter's and I relaxed a little. The voice did sound familiar, but my brain wouldn't allow me to think. I ignored the constant banging, knowing that it would stop sooner or later, and after about five minutes, it did. I went back to counting the raindrops and following their trails....
Suddenly, a big crash echoed throughout my apartment and startled me. For the first time in 12 hours I stood up and went to go see what was going on. Not wanting to be like the stupid girl in the movies, I grabbed the pepper spray that I always kept in my purse.
I was holding her pepper spray in front of me like a gun. My hands were shaking and sweating profusely, making it hard to grip the bottle. I heard the person calling my name and walking around my apartment. I went to the farthest corner in my room and hid behind the chair that I was sitting in before.
"Whoever you are, go away! Leave me alone!" I shouted, sounding surprising strong, considering my state of mind and how I felt.
"Aila, its me Daniel. Are you alright?"
Daniel.
Daniel Mother Freaking Ackart.
My mind instantly let go of all the memories that I had been holding back. I groaned, holding my head in my hands.
Peters smirk, The red haired girl, her and Daniel...
I got a sudden burst of energy and flew my door open. I saw Daniel standing outside my room, looking as gorgeous as ever. His dark brown hair was wet from the rain outside, and beads of water were running down his neck. His chest was moving up and down rapidly, and his suit was soaked. I looked into his hazel/ green/ blue eyes and saw concern in them. And for some reason, it pissed me off.
I stepped forward, still looking into those concerned eyes, and smacked him across his face.
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Daniels POV
She slapped me across the face, and I stood there, shocked. Tears started running down her face and she kept hitting me, and I let her. Because when I looked into those beautiful brown eyes of hers, all I saw was sadness, and most importantly, anger. So much anger that it stunned me, and I realized that I had caused that.
So I grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her, her trying to struggle out if my grip, but it was no use. She continued to bang on my chest, never taking her eyes off if mine.
"I'm sorry." I said sincerely, looking into her eyes. She instantly stopped struggling in my arms and hitting my chest, and started sobbing uncontrollably.
I had caused this. This is all my fault.
And I instantly felt like the worst person in the world.
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