Unique

Eleven - Dumb

To say I was scared was an understand. I didn't know who this man was and why he was after me.

"We know who you are Avery Williams, we know where you live, where you work, who your friends are and all that shit. We have eyes and ears everywhere, there's no way you can ever get away from us."

"What do you want?" I demand weaker than I wanted.

"You'll see soon enough," the man grinned. I felt shivers going down my spine, I just wanted to get some coffee, not end up in this shit.

"Are you from the ravens?"

"Oh so they told you about us? How nice, you do know that was valid information for us right? You should've kept your mouth shut you dumb girl," the man chuckled.

"What do you want from me? I never did something to make you my enemy."

"It's not what we want, Avery, it's who we want. And that someone is you."

"They won't let you get away with this," I hiss.

"You just wait, we'll keep in touch."

And with that, he walked away, leaving me in this dirty alleyway. I let out a shaky sigh and slid down the wall. I needed to get out of here, what if he came back with backup?

I hastily get up and walk back into the civilized world. No one even noticed that a man just dragged a girl into an alley. Or no one wanted to see. These people don't know in how much danger they were. Hell, I didn't even know, well, no one tells me shit.

And then Liam's instructions made sense. This is why he didn't want me leaving without telling Harry my every move. So an incident like this wouldn't occur. The man was right, i am a dumb girl.

Finally my legs decide to walk and carry my body to the building where I work.

"Are you alright?" I look up and see Harry standing in front of me.

"I'm fine," I answer.

"Are you sure? You look a little pale, did something happen?"

"I said I was fine!" I snap and push past him. As I walk to my desk I instantly regret snapping at Harry. He was just being nice and I was being a complete bitch. I could be nice and friendly to other people, just not to him.

I guess my past was still holding me tightly in his grip. Harry's outburst at me some weeks ago was still affecting me, resulting me to be a bitch to him. God, I hate my life. I groan and drop my head on my desk.

"What's wrong?" I hear a voice, this time a feminine. I sigh and lift my head up.

"Just tired, Zoe," I say and smile.

"Well, if something's wrong, you can always tell me," she smiles. I nod and smile back.

"Alright, let's just go back to work. I need something to get my mind of things."

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"Avery, what happened during lunch? You still seem shaken up," Harry asks when we walk to his car.

"God, would you just let it go?" I ask frustrated.

"I need to let it go?" Harry smirks.

"Yeah."

"Because I can't hold it back anymore?"

"You make no fucking sense," I mumble and open the car door.

"Are you seriously telling me you didn't get that reference?" he asks.

"What reference?"

"Frozen, the movie," he explains. I furrow my eyebrows and look at him in confusion.

"You've never seen it?" he gasps.

"Uhm no," I answer hesitantly.

"Well, then we have to," he says.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"There's no fucking way I'll ever watch a movie with you Harry. Don't count on it."

"Oh we'll see."

"No we won't."

"Yes we will."

"God, you're annoying."

"I get that a lot."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow!" Harry tells me as I unlock the door of my apartment.

"Alright," I mutter. I let out a long sigh as I drop my bag on the floor, not caring to lay it on the table. My shoes go out to and before I know it I'm laying face down on the couch. God I was tired, and stressed out, especially that last part. I still hadn't figured out who that man was, I only knew he was from the Ravens and that I needed to watch out.

Maybe I should tell Harry? No, then he'll watch my every move, he probably won't allow me to go to the bathroom alone, or me being alone in my apartment. And I didn't want Harry around 24/7 even though he seemed to get the message I needed time, and I was gratefull for that. Maybe the boy wasn't that bad.

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When I hear a knock on the door I groan. Who dared to disturb my pretty little liars by knocking on the door?

"Lucas!" I say happily as I see my boyfriend in the doorway.

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters and closes the door. After that he doesn't spend any time and pins me against the wall.

"Lucas-" I whisper but get cut off by his lips pressing roughly against mine.

"Lucas, I'm not in the mood, I'm really tired," I mumble after pushing him off me.

"You think I care?" he asks. I could smell the faint smell of alcohol, great, he had been drinking.

"Lucas, I'm really tired."

"Shut your mouth," he groans and lets his lips connect with my neck. I swallow as he presses kisses against my neck, his lips travel up to collar bone and my jawline where presses sloppy kisses. While kissing me his hands travel from my hips to the hem of my t-shirt. He tugs at it signaling for me to take it off, but I wasn't giving in.

"Lucas stop!" I yell and shove him off me. I look at him as his eyes darken, he walks over to me and lifts his hand. A stinging sensation marks my cheek as I quickly hold my hand to it. Tears sting my eyes as I look over at Lucas. I want to say that this was the first time he had done this, sadly I couldn't.

This was the Lucas I feared, the one I hated. I had tried to get Lucas to stop drinking because he turned into this possessive, even more than normal, heartless bastard. He comes back at me and pins me against the wall, attacking my neck again.

"Lucas," I whimper, a last attempt at trying to get him to stop.

"I don't care, I want you, and I want you now," he growls in my ear.

"You are mine and only mine."

"I'm not a possession Lucas!" I scowl and push him again.

"Yes you are, you are mine and only mine," he says against my skin.

"Now, let's take this to the bedroom."

Not again.

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Hi lovelies! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

- Laure