"Why are you here?" He roared as he punched the wall.
"Because I care." I said almost breathless.
He was intimidating and I was intrigued.
"You shouldn't be here, Abigail. Just fucking leave." He spat and it hurt but I wasn't going to leave, not aga...
I don't remember a thing about what happened these past two days but I can remember the pain and crying so much that I had no tears left but I don't remember why I'm in pain or I cried. I don't remember how I got out of the place he had me in or how I made it to Jake's. I don't know why I came here either. I have this attraction to him and I can't describe it. I know he is beating himself up for what happened to me, in all honestly, I don't blame him. I blame myself, I was weak and let him take me with my permission. I don't know why I succumbed to him but I did and I regret not fighting. I haven't spoke a word since last night when Jake and I talked and I pretty much accused him of what happened to me.
I'm so scared and every time I go to sleep, I have bad dreams of Ryan touching me and saying incorrect things. I don't want to sleep, so I stay up and I know its affecting me but I can't, no I won't go to sleep. I walk downstairs and find Jake yelling into the phone and I know its about me, they way his body is and his tone of voice but he's speaking in Italian so I can't understand it. I feel bad for the person on the other end of that.
"Stai andando a trovare Ryan. Lo porterai da me per poterlo uccidere. Non capisci cosa ha fatto? Ha ferito Abigail, sto diventando la mia missione vederlo fare il suo ultimo respiro." He yells and finally slams the phone on the table sending it into a million pieces and I jump back and manage to hit the wall in the process.
He runs his hand through his hair finally lays his head in his hands. I walk up to him and rest my hand on his shoulder. He turns around and his face softens.
"I'm sorry, Love." He says, with that he walks away and up the stairs. I don't waste a second and I run after him. He's in the room, packing his clothes into a suitcase. I march over to him and grab his hand before he picks up another clothing item.
"I couldn't protect my mom and now I can't protect you. You need to leave, Abigail." He says and does it without looking into my eyes.
"No. I just got you back, I can't lose you again. You did your best, Jake. You have protected me in so many ways." I grab his shirts and walk over to his dresser and open the draw.
"Abigail, wait." He says and I look into the dresser more and find a familiar mask, I drop the clothes on the floor and pick it up and that day plays in my head again.
Flashback***
"Hello, sweetie." He said and I jumped.
"What do you want? I don't have any money on me and i'm sure as hell not fucking you." I spat at him. He smiled.
"I just," He paused, "I am not going to do anything to you, just hurt you." I could feel him looking into my eyes and but I wasn't too sure.
"Do you want to it or do you have to, telling from the way your acting and your build, you work for someone who is higher up than you and your pussy to speak up to him. So yeah, try me bitch." I said and I saw him stiffen and then he shrugged.
"I know. You think you got me so figured out do ya? You don't know nothing about me." He said and pushed me to the ground and like my clumsy self, I scrapped my knee and hit my head again, just as I was about to pass out I heard him talk, I think on the phone.
"Yeah, a girl, she's hurt," he said the address, "yeah, I don't know what happen, please hurry."
If he just tried to do whatever he was supposed to do, why did he call me help and most importantly, why did he sound so regretful? Hurt? Sorry? Guilty?
End of flashback***
"It was you," I dropped the mask and turned towards him, "All of this time, it wasn't a coincidence that you walked into the cafe or that you all of a sudden like me. How could I be so fucking clueless? Ugh!" I yelled and stormed out of the room, out of the house and hailed a cab. I didn't look back, I didn't want to, I was so disgusted and most of all; hurt.
***
I made it to the only place I knew to go where he wouldn't look fore me. I have this old cabin in the woods, not to far from his house surprisingly and I always came here to escape my life and especially when my dad died.
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It wasn't too big or too small, just perfect enough for me. I walked in and sat on the couch and just stared into space. How could I have been so stupid? His voice is the same, the way he is built.
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.
To think that I was developing feelings for him or even loving him? I was really in over my head. I have bad luck with men and it's getting tiring. I hate myself and I hate him. My eyes started to get sleepy and I tried to fight it but soon I drifted into sleep.
First night when she was with Ryan***
"Wake up you bitch." He yelled and slapped my face, making it jerk to the side.
I opened my eyes and saw him standing directly over me. I looked around the room and saw another man standing in the corner but I couldn't see his face.
"Fuck you." I spat at him, making him grin.
"Maybe I should." He started to grab his belt buckle and I tried to get free but nothing was happening and I was panicking.
"Never mind, your too much of a slut, just like Jake's mother. Your precious Jake, right? He don't love you nor will he. He just uses girls and then kills them off." He said and I didn't let it phase me, I know Jake and he would never hurt another woman.
"You're lying." I spat at him, and motioned his head and the man behind him started to walk over and finally I saw his face clearly and I immediately recognized who it was. A gun shot rang and....
End of flashback of night 1***
"Andrew!" I screamed and rushed out of the house but then I heard a big explosion coming from the direction of Jake's house and I ran as fast as my legs could carry my weight.
