Broken

*Chapter 11|Innocent*

*edited*

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Song - Solo by Demi Lovato ft Clean Bandit (I'm obsessed)

•Bianca P.O.V

IS THIS GUY NUTS?

I stared wide eyed at Antonio, his hands were in tightly clenched fists and his eyes were hard and angry. He glared forces and Christopher who looked nothing but amused.

"Antonio, relax," Jasmine walked over to us and pulled him back making him stumble, he turned to her and his eyes slightly softened.

Caleb was beside me in seconds and Clara joined Jasmine that tried to calm Antonio down. I stared at Antonio in confusion, why does he care about Ronald's life after what he's done to him?

Christopher rose to his feet. "I have to say I admire your courage," he gives Antonio a grin, but I could see the insane look in his eye. "But I don't accept disrespect."

"Do I have to help you?" I say loudly, causing all the eyes to turn to me. "What if I don't want revenge?"

He smiles. "It's your choice, not mine. If you change your mind, don't hesitate to inform me, and believe what I say, it will be something you won't regret - at least I won't."

"She is not doing anything with you," Antonio pipes in. "This wasn't part of the plan, she isn't supposed to be involved in anything!" He growls.

"Shut up," Clara whispers to him but he doesn't listen.

"Stop giving her bullshit, that wasn't what really happened and you know it."

Christopher's expression was now hard and the brown color of his eye turned a shade darker, it was quite terrifying. "I'd advise you to keep you mouth shut if you want to step out of here alive," he said lowly and walked towards the door he came into the room with. "It's her choice if she wants this, not mine. I'm giving her free will and protection. Don't make me change my mind," he slammed the door shut.

It was silent, and so was everyone as they processed what just happened.

"What the hell is wrong with you man!" Caleb snapped at Antonio. "It's obvious you don't value life, but for your information, I'm way to young and hot to be killed," everyone except me rolled their eyes at Caleb.

I'm still trying to process everything that Christopher just told me. If I supposedly knew him, how come I don't remember? I was probably too young them I guess.

Does Asher remember? Possibly not, we were just kids, of course he wouldn't. Even I don't remember a thing. Four is a young age, of course I don't. But he is three years older...

Was Christopher really friends with my father? Or was it a sick twisted lie just to get me vulnerable enough to fall into his trap - he is a brilliant psychopath after all.

It's best I ignore this moment and act like it never happened; forget. But it's not easy to forget something you're so curious about.

"We're leaving," Clara said, snapping me out of my thoughts, she approached the door and the others followed behind her. I lick my dry lips and hold my arms suddenly feeling cold and alone.

"Bianca," Antonio said, he gave me a pointed look when he noticed I hadn't moved and I quickly trailed behind them with a sigh. As we walked down the stairs I couldn't help but ask the question that corrupted my mind.