That's What I Thought | s.m

Chapter Sixteen

"Shawn.." i croaked, my eyes not believing the sight in front of me. As if my mind were playing tricks on me, i squinted my eyes just to make sure. His gleaming smile shining through the darkness.

"it's me, in the flesh, no need to double check, i'm here." he chirped

"Please! get me out of here!" i pleaded, waiting for his muscular arms to break the chains and carry me to safety like in the movies.

But unfortunately, this wasn't a movie.

"I'm afraid i can't do that," crouching down in front of me he took a strand of my hair with his finger, swirling it around while examining it before leaning into my ear, "because you see..." he whispered, "i was the one who ordered you here in the first place," he chuckled, yanking on my hair as he stood back up. Wincing i brought my hand to my head and rubbed the stinging spot on my scalp. Confusion took over my mind, invading my thoughts uninvited like a stampede. Holding my tears back i forced myself to look up at him

"What? but i thought-" i struggled to say, but he cut me off with a light chuckle

"You really think i would fall for somebody like.." he eyed me up and down in disgust, gesturing towards me, he stopped at my eyes,"...you."

my heart shattered, the boy i thought i was in love with, in reality hated my guts. the boy i was in love with was not the person standing before me. Something was different, but i couldn't put my finger on it

"No. i don't believe you. i won't." shaking my head i brought my hands to my ears, shielding the voices that were buzzing through my ears

"you better believe it hunny, because it's true." taking a seat on the chair, he ran his hand through his hair before sighing, "you're hard work. but very very naïve."

"I don't believe you. i know you feel something for me, you just don't want to admit it." i didn't know where all this confidence came from, but i was determined not to let him undermine me

"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled. Pushing the chair back with such force that it hit the wall, standing up he came closer to me, making sure to get into my face, "i would never love a worthless bitch like you. your parents took everything from me!" he screamed, grabbing the knife that had fallen onto the floor from when he sat on the chair. Pointing it at me his eyes filled with hatred and vengeance, "i will get them for this, no matter what the cost." Placing the knife at the side of my neck, i flinched as the cold metal brushed across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Such a pretty face.." he whispered,"too bad nobody will ever see it again."

"nobody cares about me anyway, so just kill me." i stated, my eyes burning into his, grabbing his hand with a strong force, trying to press it further to my neck, but it wouldn't budge, he wouldn't move it.

Looking at his figure, his face was rid of emotion, as if he had built a wall to prevent his thoughts from forming into his perfect features. He backed away from me, towering over my limp body, his eyes set on my wrists. Skimming over the freshly made marks i made the day before, his eyes shifted to mine, "you promised." he whispered, his voice hoarse

i was taken aback at this statement, he was here to kill me? why did he care about that meaningless promise?

"what?" i questioned, incase id heard him wrong, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion

"i said, you promised, you broke your promise." his voice settled in the same tone, eyes dark, he looked like he wanted to kill me but yet he wouldn't.

i scoffed, "like you even cared about the fucking promise in the first place." brushing the hair out of my face i shifted my posture a little so i was sitting straight up on the wall, "I thought i loved you.." laughing to myself as i stared at the concrete floor, eyes filling with broken-hearted tears, but i refused to let them fall. Blinking a few times i brought myself to look up at his face once more. He'd  positioned himself on the stairs, head in his hands, the knife was placed on the step beside him while he lightly shook his head