Violent Love

Chapter9: Biggest Mistake

I AM RUNNING OUT of the school building, up to my car while crying nonstop like a child. I cannot take this anymore. Jared is so violent that it ended up of hurting me when he has no right to do that.

But then, I cannot tell others about my problems towards him because I am so scared that he might roll my fate on his palms, by just ruining my normal living and worse! To harm those people around me.

He threatened me.

Getting on my car, I've got the urge to look up, and spot him on the glass window looking at me with those creepy eyes which are once soft and innocent. My face twitches in so my much annoyance as my teardrops have escaped continuously.

Jared awhile ago, let me go and asked me to date him and because I'm terrified, I did say yes that made his face became bright and mild. He caressed my face as he looked at me with some lust in his eyes, pecking me on my lips despite of my objections.

He is owning me.

However, I am not that stupid to gratify his wants. I need to do something to secure my life, and I hope it will be the best choice.

* * *

I FILED A resgnation letter and sent it to Ms. Vargas through email a week later, and luckily, she favoured me.

Honestly, I do not have strength to step my feet on that school and see Jared in every days of my life. I did change my phone number and left my old apartment where I used to live for years. The moment when I got home, I immediately packed all my things to leave Los, Angeles.

As of now, I'm living here in San Diego and currently staying on a small but comfortable apartment. I'm also teaching in a kindergarten and never approach some men, unless they are gay. If you can see, I have trauma about approaching guys because it reminds me of him.

Days go by, I just thought that I had peaceful mind but I am so wrong because I still keep on thinking about Jared. Until now, it's still like a nightmare that I've always wanted to wake up when I remember how he abused me. But then, I'm so happy that I can go in my job without an idea that he might be there to bother me again.

If Mr. Leto is suffering for some mental illness, he should consult a psychiatrist — but who will admit that they are crazy right? Of course, he will not.

On the next day, one of my student approaches me with flowers and a letter in it.

"Teacher someone's ask me to give this to you," she says, extending her little limb toward me.

Furrowing my eyebrows on it, confusion runs in my mind; who will give this to me?

Is it Jared? But this past days, I have never experienced some weird and strange things; I live pretty normal according to what I want.

"Who gave this?" I ask her when I give her a bright face so that she will not be scared, "does he have beard? stubbles on chin?"

She shakes her head. "No teacher, he has a clear face."

"Yara!"

The kid in my front tilts her head toward her— probably mother. She bids her goodbye and runs to her direction. I am left here in the hallway where the mini garden of the school is visible , looking side-by-side, in hopes that my eyes will catch the person who gave these.

Opening the letter which is familiar, It can be read:

Notice me, please. . .
-admirer

Admirer? Fuck that admirer thing. My brows automatically knit together; I step toward the trash bin and toss these things inside of it. Because of that stuff, my life became miserable that I was nearly in danger. But now, I'm safe, aren't I? And Jared isn't that obsess with me, is he? I believe, and still convincing myself that his enormous act will never end up of kidnapping me in the end because he is too desperate of having me which I don't want to get into that.

Mr. Leto won't do that stuff, will he?

* * *

SO SHE THOUGHT she actually got her fate turned into something new? My life became miserable when she left me— she betrayed me.

The day when I asked her to go on a date with me— on the next day, I did prepare: I cooked her favorite meal, I covered the table with her color of choice, I displayed flowers she likes the most, but what she had done to me?

She let me expect and assume.

I tried to contact her because I was so worried for what might happen to her, but her phone number wasn't available. I did go to her apartment but the lights were flicked off. I also consulted the owner until she told me that Olivia moved to another place. By that time, I felt like the whole world fell on my shoulder that I couldn't even stand straight just to carry it well—  that the woman I thought could be the right person for me had left me.

"This is only just a beginning, Olivia," I mutter to myself, still hiding in the corner looking at her while she passes the hallway: talking, smiling and laughing to the people she walks on by; she is everybody's friend, I told ya.

"Live your peaceful life now as you can, because one day, you will be with me and you will do nothing but to cry— begging to have your freedom."

Turning around, I stride toward my car and get on it. I do not expect that she would do that thing, leaving me alone when she knows that I need her in my life.

Tightening the grip of the steering wheel, I remember when Olivia threw the stuffs I have given to her— just like what she did when she ignored and refused my feelings towards her. It is a million heartaches that keep on sinking my heart for the thought that she's faraway and how dare is she to move to another place? Just to get rid of me? As if I will allow that.

And that is the biggest mistake she has ever done. No matter what she'll do, I will find and chase after her, I will search and find every possible ways.

Looking along the road, I'm planning on how will I make her life miserable and scramble just like a beaten egg. The firmed-look toward my front is faded away, turning into a huge and wicked smile thinking and imagining her cries.

"You're gonna beg me, my dearest Olive, I swear— you're gonna love me and if it needs to dispose those people around you who makes you happy, I will do it until no one will left for you— but me. . ."

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