Hey Guys! I'm really, REALLY sorry that I haven't updated in like....ever.
I've been so busy applying to colleges, SAT's, blah blah blah...
But no excuses. I know. But anyways, i will be updating more frequently now that I have more brain juice AND school will be over soon.
Thank you guys for being sososososososososososoososooooo patient with me!
LOVE YOU<3
&Kisses- Caitlin
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I ran.
I ran as fast as I could. Shoving people to get where I needed to go-where I needed to be.
To Daniel.
I busted into his office and slammed the door behind me, closing all the blinds. The rest of the office didn't need to see this side of me. I leaned my head on the door and silent sobs started racking through my body
"Aila..?"
I continued to sob, trying to pul myself together. Why am I always so weak? Why is this happening to me? Does God really hate me this much that he had to bring that son of a bitch back into my life again?
"Aila..Turn around and look at me."
I ignored him; I didn't want him to always see me like this.
"Aila, if you do not turn around and look at me this instant-"
I turned around and faced him. He looked surprised, worried and also a trace of something that I couldn't decipher.
He stood up and walked from behind his desk and stood in front of me. He touched my cheek and wiped away the tears that were already pouring down my face.
"Aila, Hun, what’s wrong?" he whispered to me. His breath smelled like cool mint and frosting. I leaned into his touch.
"Why does he always have to ruin my life when everything starts making sense?" I sobbed into his chest.
"Who baby, who?" Daniel said to me, sliding his arms around my waist. I looked into his eyes. Could I trust this man? This man who has been taking care of me for the past month? The one who was there when I closed my eyes at night, and when I first woke up in the morning?
The answer was clear in my head before I even asked those questions.
Yes.
"Daniel, there’s something I need to tell you..."
“What is it Aila?” he asked, concern written all over his face. I backed and turned away from him, not wanting to see the pity in his eyes when I told him my biggest secret.
“I was raped by my foster brother when I was 17. And I saw him, and I keep seeing him. It’s like he’s watching me…maybe even following me.”
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Daniels POV
“Daniel there’s something I need to tell you...” I could hear the apprehension in her voice. I tensed, waiting for her to tell me.
“What is it Aila?” I asked. She backed away from me, the warmth of her body gone. I didn’t like it; it made me feel empty.
“I was raped by my foster brother when I was 17. And I saw him, and I keep seeing him. It’s like he’s watching me…maybe even following me.”
Silence rang in the air after she said that one goddamn sentence.
“What do you mean you were raped by your foster brother?” I said, rage and adrenaline coursed through my veins. Aila gave me a flabbergasted look and sat in one of the chairs in my office.
“Do I really have to repeat myself Daniel? Because I really don’t want too.” She teased. But I could really tell this was bothering her. And for the first time since a couple of months ago, she looked so…scared.
This just pissed me off even more.
Aila POV
I looked back at Daniel, gauging his reactions. A mixture of emotions crossed his face.
Shock.
Confusion.
Pity.
And one that I’ve never saw on him before.
Rage. I could see him trembling from where I was sitting.
I got up and put my hand on his shoulder. He flinched, and I pulled my hand back, hurt. He just continued starring at the wall, not making eye contact with me whatsoever.
“Daniel?”
He clenched is hands into fists, and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but not succeeding.
“Daniel?” He breathed out of his nostrils and said something I could barely here.
“Name?” he said in almost a whisper.
“Name what? I asked him.
He opened his eyes, and gazed at the floor. “What. is. his. name?” He turned and looked at me. He looked PISSED.
“It doesn’t even matter…”
“AILA, WHAT IS HIS GODDAMN NAME!” He screamed in my face. I looked back at him, shocked. He’s never been this angry before. And it was scary, but at the same time...
It turned me on.
“Peter. Peter Griffon.” I whispered. I haven’t said his name out in so long. It was like he was Voldermort and it was forbidden to say his name out loud.
He nodded, and pulled me into a hug. I didn’t realize I was still crying until I felt my tears soaking his dress shirt. The warmth of his body soothed me, and the familiar smell of peppermint and spice filled my nostrils. I put my hands against his chest, feeling the toned muscles underneath. I sighed and stepped closer to him. This is such a serious situation we’re in, but all I can think about is how hot he is. What the hell is wrong with me. He tensed and pulled back and kissed me on my forehead.
He went behind his desk and handed me a pair of keys. “These are the keys to my place. Stay there until I get there. Lock all the doors, and don’t let anyone inside.”
I looked at the keys he put in my hands and back at him. He picked up his jacket and his phone and was about to walk out the door.
“Wait, where are you going?” I asked. He turned back around and smiled at me.
“I’m going to go find and kill that fucker.”
