"You think you can just run away from me Chelsea? You know that we are going to end up together whether we like it or not. Frankly I'm looking forward to the day you come back and beg for me to do what I've always wanted. I will get you to sleep with me darling, you can't run from this" his eyes stare deep into my soul, a fire burning in his eyes.
The words repeated in my head like a broken record, "You can't run from this, you can't run from this, you can't run from this"
I shoot up and place my hand on my chest, my heart's racing. I feel around me to be sure of my surroundings and I sigh in relief and am able to calm down when I see I'm in my house, my house in California.
I glance at my bedside table and click the home button on my phone, the screen lighting up the dark room and reading 4:28am.
I pull my knees into my chest and rest my head on them. The devilish grin on his face stuck in my head. His grin caused my chest to tighten in fear.
I reach up subconsciously to wipe a tear on my wet cheek, I didn't even realize I was crying.
I wiped another tear before sobbing into my knees.
I hate him, I hate that man.
I get up and go wash my face before going back into my room. A cold breeze hits me and I look up to see I left my window open. I went to shut it and draw the curtains before returning to my bed.
I lay down and try to fall back asleep but a tear escapes me.
I whisper calming things to myself to try and stop myself from breaking down again, "It's okay, he can't get to you here, he's not here" I repeat to myself until finally my eyes, tired from crinkling and crying, close and I'm asleep again.
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I wake up to my alarm and reluctantly turned it off rather than hitting snooze.
I drag myself out of bed and go to the bathroom where I undress and shower. I move slow, the nightmare from last night still fresh in my mind. The face of my ruthless ex haunts me.
I go to my closet where I grab an off the shoulder blouse and a pair of jeans. I sit at my vanity and use a bit of makeup to mask the slight puffiness of my eyes from earlier this morning. I put on a bit of eyeshadow and lipgloss before slipping on a pair of white sneakers and heading downstairs.
As I head to my car I see Jake head to his. He's wearing a grey long sleeve that's fitted to his arms and chest. Long sleeves look nice on him. He's paired it with a pair of jeans and before I can continue checking him out he looks up at me meeting my gaze, "Morning" he says as he throws his bag in the car.
"Morning" I respond awkwardly before slipping into my car and driving away.
At school Ryan's waiting for me by my locker. I see his wavy light brown hair fall in his eyes and when he notices me coming he stands up straight smiling, his blue eyes shining, "Good morning beautiful" he says as I go into my locker for my books.
"Hi" that word being the only one I can manage as I blush.
Ryan and I have been texting a bit and we've hung out a couple more times and I have to say, it's hard not to crush on him. He's so sweet, funny and always knows what to say.
Plus he's quite handsome.
I've mentioned it to Kimmy, well more like she mentioned it to me, and by mentioned I mean she insisted I tell her everything. So I did, and she says she totally approves if anything were to happen between Ryan and I.
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The Player Next Door
Romance"I just don't want you that way Jake", geez couldn't this guy take a hint. "See that's where you're wrong" his eyes snapped from my body up to my eyes, "You do want me, I can see it, the way you shiver when my breath hits your skin and the way your...