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"I would protect her with my life.
I promised myself that no one would ever hurt her. Ever.
No one."
———————Jake's POV
3:58 PM.I wanted to kill him. He was assaulting Amelia. He was being nasty towards her, and I just wanted to pull out my gun from my pocket and shoot him right on the spot, but I couldn't since Amelia was there. So the reasonable thing was to make sure that he never lays a finger on Amelia ever again. If he does, I am seriously going to kill him.
I was watching her from my other car. If I used my Lamborghini she would put together the pieces and figure out that something was wrong. She is smarter than the average, which makes it harder to stalk her. When I saw her with the douchebag called Nathan, my blood boiled. He was treating her like complete garbage, but luckily Amelia was smart enough to realise that. She was being stupid for dating him for seven months. I was being jealous. Jealous that I wasn't him. If Amelia knew who I actually am, she would hate me more than she dislikes Nathan.
I remember my heart broke when I heard they were dating. I lost all hope and faith. One day, I purposely overdosed because I thought that would relieve my pain. But it didn't. But that wouldn't have stopped me from kidnapping her. In fact, nothing would have stopped me from loving her. I was usually moody and angry when they were dating. I let my walls up too high. But when I heard she broke up with that bastard, hundreds of kilograms was being lifted up from my shoulders. I was happy and smiley all day long. I seriously believed that I had a chance with her. A chance of she ever loving me. But now, I don't even know anymore.
All this was going through my mind while I drove to her house. I just wanted to watch over her before heading home. I was some streets away from her house. I could have offered her a car ride, but I am afraid she wouldn't agree to that, in addition to that I would go crazy if she was in the same car as me. I wouldn't be able to control myself. I sighed while I went my fingers through my hair. I narrowed my eyes to stare deeply at the road ahead of me. The sky was grey, which couldn't be a good sign. Suddenly small rain droplets fell onto the window. Maybe I should have offered her a car ride after all. Now I am feeling bad. I don't want my girl to get sick.
I finally made it to her house. I could hear the rain droplets fall heavily on the ceiling creating a beat. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel to match the beat. I was waiting for Amelia to get home safely. I couldn't really follow her in my car, that would be too suspicious since she has already seen my face. I was really hoping she was okay without me watching over her for a short time. Suddenly my phone began to ring. I picked it up from the passenger seat.
"Hey Matt", I said in a bored tone. I already knew his response. Matt was one of the gang members. He is usually the logic one and doesn't approve of most of our ideas. Like 'spying and creeping out' our girls.
"Where are you?", he asked. I think he already knew the answer to his own question.
"Watching my girl", I responded.
"Dude, you need to stop creeping her out", he said. I knew it.
"I am not creeping her out", I defended.
"You sure your creepy texts and you constantly following her isn't creepy? In addition to the fact that you have complete access to her phone, and you watch her with binoculars", he stated. He was kind of right. Or maybe completely right.
"At least I haven't installed cameras in her house", "and for your information, I am only doing that to protect her", I muttered somewhat annoyed.
"It's not far away to", "but to me, she seemed perfectly fine before you started to stalk her twenty-four seven", he said while letting out a small chuckle. I sighed. Even though he is one of my best friends, I still wanted to punch him in the face for the way he was talking to me, which is not acceptable.
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The Grey Soul
Teen FictionBreathe. Run. Escape. That was the only thing I had in my mind the whole time. "YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE ME!", he screamed at the top of his lungs. I didn't want to turn around. I know if I did, I had to face it all over again. Which I wasn't capable of...