"Why the hell did you throw the rock back out?" Adam asks. Everyone puts down their stuff in the guest room I have, walking back out, sitting on the chairs that accommodated the apartment.
"It had an inappropriate sign on it," I bluntly lie as I pick up the other rocks, throwing them down the window.
"Do you know who threw them? Did you make any enemies?" Ruby asks while throwing the rocks as well, without looking at the messages thankfully.
"'You better prepare for the night we will have once I have you in my hands Mia.'" Adam reads. My heart begins to beat faster as flashbacks wander back into my mind, my body attempting to shut itself down as I consciously try to stay on my feet like a normal person. "Who the hell does this person think he is to this Mia chick? He must be a pervert or something." Adam mindlessly says.
Jesus, I'm at my limit.
"Hazel, sweetheart you alright?" Amber asks with concern in her voice.
"Hm? Yeah of course! It's just some stress taking a toll on me." I lie again. All these lies are adding a pound to my heart.
I walk over to the terrace and look through he blinds I bought after I saw him. I peek through a tiny gap only to shut it off right away.
He is there. Back turned, same frame, same style. Even though I am a few stories higher, I still didn't feel secure. The rocks he threw. The messages he wrote. The pain he caused. The memories he etched.
I feel disgusted, revolted, appalled, but underneath all those feelings, I am scared, defenseless, and insecure. What am I supposed to do? Call the cops? No tried that. Restriction order? Those things don't even work. Secret agents? No money. Move? Oh sounds like a good idea, but oh wait. I did and he has currently found me.
"...Hazel?" Ruby comes to my side, her eyes staring into me with concern. "Are you troubled by this mess? We can clean it up for you and you can go rest if you want."
"No, it's fine, I am probably just hungry." Another lie. I am the worst person.
"Well I am going to patch up those windows, there should be some wooden planks here." Adam inputs.
"Wooden planks?" I ask.
"Yeah, because of all the gang wars that happen once in a while, all housing compartments are instructed to have wooden planks for the windows and the gangs are instructed to inform when they will have a gang fight, but unfortunately not where." He goes down on the floor, knocking until he reaches the corner where my lamp is, close to the broken window. The knock was hollow, indicating that the wood was stored here. He find a small, unnoticeable latch, pulls it and voila! The wood and nails with the trusty hammer!
He proceeds to carry out the wood and his family joins him as I just... sit and ponder around. I take my sleeping bag and put it in my actual room that I never slept in until this moment. As guilty as I should feel that they are fixing the damages, I am too overwhelmed so I let the guilt slide off my plate. I lay my blue sleeping bag onto the floor and lay on it. I didn't get in, I just laid on top of it. I look straight at the creamy white ceiling, exhaling. I close my eyes and before I know it, I drift off into sleep.
~•~•~
*BANG BANG*
The gunshots wake me up from my sleep and I look for a clock. I walk into the main room and see the time. It's 8 at night and the wars started.
*BANG BANG*
A car alarm goes off and a lady screams.
*BANG*
A guy screams and I hear a thud as he lands on the hard concrete, most likely dead.
Suddenly, I am grabbed by my wrist and pulled to the ground. Before I can scream, a hand is placed over my mouth and I begin flailing my legs uselessly. My vision begins narrowing and my breath and heart rate quickens as my anxiety squeezes my heart. A flashback reoccurs at the same time and I freak out even more , screaming to the person's hand, but to no avail. I quickly turn my head only to meet Adam's eyes. I stop everything I am doing and stare into his eyes.
His eyes shows it all. My episode gave it away. My emotions wavering. My heart pounding. Confusion contorts his face. I feel like a teenager but I am 26 and I can't act like an adult.
"What kind of reaction is that?" He asks.
"Ummm.... reacting to a possible kidnapper or rapist? You know, the normal?" I give him an answer that seems somewhat legitimate. Definitely...
"Stop lying." Adam roughly says.
"Huh?" I am honestly surprised.
"You heard me. Stop lying."
I catch on to what he means and I mask my emotions. "I don't know what you're talking about." I give him a hard glare.
"Oh really? You really want to answer that way?" He grips my wrists harshly, but it didn't hurt too bad.
"Let. Go. Of. Me." I say.
"You really think that I wouldn't notice your anxiety whenever this guy finally came along and whenever you see or hear the name 'Mia' you freak out and pale instantly? I mean, trust us!" He exclaims.
"How can I possibly trust you when I have only known you and your family for two weeks and you're just a man full of muscle! You can attack anyone! I mean, let's be real! When have you not looked at someone with lust, huh?" I shoot randomly.
"Oh is that it? Were you one of those cases?" He quickly pushes me to the ground, pinning me. I scream this time and Amber and Ruby pull him off.
"I was almost one of those cases, okay?! Does that answer your question? I have a psycho ex that has followed me all the way from Denmark to this city! I have a family who is depending on me to send them money every month! I have a little brother who will die without his medicine!" I shout at him, locking our looks, pure agony comes out with emotions spilling out.
Everyone stops. Everyone let's go. Adam stares at me. My disguise is broken from the push of one man. I have reverted back to my 18 year-old self. I feel the memories of Lucas, my psycho ex.
Thank God it never went farther than physical abuse. I don't know what I would do if it went further.
Ruby slides to my side, hugging me tightly as tears slowly roll down my cheeks, realizing that Lucas might have heard my unprecedented shouting. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I look at all of their eyes, finally setting on the man that somehow broke my defenses. I contemplate the pros and cons of telling them, and it seems as if there are more pros than anything. I take a deep breath and exhale. My aura turns serious, I can only imagine.
I begin to tell my story.
"It all started when I was about 16 on September 14, 20XX."
Hey everyone! Sorry for not being able to update for a while. I don't think I have that many readers, but I am going to continue writing this story. I didn't intend to for it to take a dark turn! My mind is just crazy sometimes and well, this is a result.
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Unravelling My Past
General FictionHazel Lynch just graduated from college and is off to a rocky start. She found her job, has an apartment, lives as a single woman. Unsure, giving, needs support, wants something or maybe even a somebody to give her a sense of security. She has a sec...
