If I have to

Secrets

"Do you know why they have been chasing you last night?" He asked. His question caught me off guard, he must have seen the men and the car. But how do I explain it to him?
" I was not being chased! What are you talking about?" I said forcing a fake laugh. I did not dare look at him in the eyes.
Suddenly I feel his hand on my cheeks, grabbing my face hard. I looked at him, fear overtaking me and anger because of the way he is touching me.

"Don't you lie to me! I do not tolerate lies, especially you protecting a bunch of assholes. Now tell me who the fuck are they?!" Every single word he said brought fear to my body, yet I cannot give in. I can't tell him the truth, it would kill me if he's dead or gets badly hurt because of me.
"I don't know who they are." I simply said while staring at him so that he can at least believe my lie.
"What exactly happened while you were gone? You never said anything. And I know what you've been telling people are complete bullshit." He's trapping me! Is this a test to see if I'm snitching? Or he really wants to know? Either way he's not gettin any bit of information.

I explained to him everything that happened when I skipped class and when the bastard almost raped me and after that moment I don't recall anything that happened after which is entirely true. He seems to get angry by the moment I tell him the story, I don't know if it's because he thinks I'm not telling him everything or something else.

"Do you remember the face of that asshole who touched you?"

I do not want to reply to that, because I am still in shock of what almost happened to me by some nasty bastard. I looked down on my hands ashamed of myself for even letting something like that happened. I think I'm just born for bad stuff to happen to me. My dad left me, my best friend hates me now because I kissed her ex, I almost got raped, I was kidnapped and got someone threatening my life, and now I'm in the same room with Gabriel, someone that I should in any way stay away from. He is trouble.

Suddenly I feel his fingers gently touching my chin and lifting my head so I can look at him. His eyes softened a little bit but still keeping that stern look on his face and promises me something that sent shivers that my spine. "Don't be ashamed. I promise when I find that bastard, I will crush his brain and make sure he suffers before his last breath. I promise you that. " He meant every word he said. I know it because of the look in his eyes and because of what I know that he's capable of. He is a fighter. He does not do it for a living. He loves inflicting pain on people, and I wonder what the hell am I doing with this man here alone!

I get off the bed instantly when I remember that I actually have to go home and my grandma would be worrying about me. I did not even call her to tell her that I was okay! I am in real big trouble... I decide to tell him that I have to go, hoping and praying that he does not stop me from leaving. " I hope your hand heals soon, Gabriel. Thank you for letting me stay the night and taking care of me but I have to go back to my family. They are probably worried sick!." I tell him with my heart racing in my chest. I am afraid of his reaction, he is very unpredictable, very violent and controlling. For all I know he would want to keep me here, kidnap me forever and do all sort of things with me then throw me out when he's done. Better yet, he might kill me so I don't talk!

"You're right, but please stay longer. You can call her and tell her you're with Bella and that you lost track of time and you will be back this afternoon. Can you do that for me?" Gabriel is hardly ever nice and I was not expecting him to ASK me to stay with him instead of TELLING me what to do. I guess he must have seen my facial expression when he asked the question because he pulled me in to him more, but that was not enough. He picks me up and makes me sit on his lap. Now I am straddling him. Great, now he wants to get intimate. I have never been close to a guy in an intimate way before, but he does not have to know that, just like he does not have to know that he has been my first kiss. I have always tried to avoid the male species in that way, because of what my dad did and because all the guys that I have always liked are either fuckboys or they do not find me attractive.

"Why do you always try to run away from me?" he asks, suddenly, taking me out of my reverie. I was taken aback by his question. I stare into his green eyes, with a lot of courage and shaking hands I move a strand of blond hair behind his left ear. I took the time to actually look at him and admire his beautiful face. He has a triangular face with a defined and pointed chin, a sturdy jawline and angular cheekbones. I absentmindedly trace his face with my finger, his skin feels so soft. His light-green eyes sitting just below his thin trimmed eyebrows. His eyebrows are shaped into a deceivingly perfect arch that followed the slight curve of his eyes. I trace his broad pointed nose and down to his lips. I stare at it for a moment, he keeps his mouth closed into a thin straight line, his lips are a perfect pink. I lick my own while looking at his. Get a grip of yourself! He pursed his lips in a self-satisfied smirk. Now I feel embarrassed looking at him like that...