Chapter 11

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Song: Unstoppable-Sia

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"Leave me alone! Get away from me!" I said trying to push him away from me but he was strong. His muscular build rested on me. I was scared.

"I will not! Now you listen to me, I'll get what I want when I want and I want to end you. But that's not before we play the game of torture and torment."

His eyes brown eyes showed his lust. Vengeance. He wanted to get rid of me. His sinister smile.

The image is blurry. All I can remember was his brown eyes, staring at me. His grip on my arm was strong. Nails piercing into my skin and it was like there was no way to escape. It looks too real....Just too real.

His words were echoing repeatedly in my head, a loop. I'm trying to block them out but it keeps coming back. Like rushing water.

I feel myself been shaken severally until I hear a voice calling my name.

"Cassie! Cassie!" I slowly turn to look at Zane who had stopped the car and is now staring at me. "I need you to calm down. Breathe. One...two...three."

I follow his orders and I try stabilising my breathing and it seems to be working.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah...I am."

"You were screaming and hyperventilating,"

"I was?" I ask unsure of what was going on.

He pulls me into a hug. I feel secure, like nothing would ever harm me. That feeling I could hold on to forever.

A feeling I always pray would never leave me.

A feeling that was part of my life three years ago. Forcefully taken away from me due to vengeance.

"I was scared to death," he turns to look at me. "Never do that to me, ever again."

"I won't." I weakly smiled at him.

His phone started ringing. I looked at him and he sighed.

"Yeah Darren...she's with me...Blake...Tell Ellie to relax... She's okay... Ewww...Nothing happened... Got there in time... I will never let him touch her... Not like what he did Taylor... I hate them, both," he replied on the phone. "I'll call you later... I'll be dropping her off at her place... Bye."

He slipped his phone into his front pocket. What did Blake to his sister?

"I know something is going on and it's disturbing you. I need you to trust me. Try please," he puts my hand in his. "I want to help you. I want to get rid of every unhappiness. Please."

"I wish I could but you could caught in the crossfire and I don't want anything to happen."

"Are you in danger?" His voice trembled as fear took over.

"No-No-"

"Please tell me. I'm begging you-"

"I can't please..."

"Then you give me no option but to find out myself-"

"Fine," I say in monotonously. "Do what you want to do but I promise you there is nothing-"

"And if...there is something and I find out, I'll need you trust me, okay?"

"Okay," I say with a sigh.

Zane turns back to the driver's seat and starts the car. I rest my head on the car window by my side, letting the coldness of the glass take over. Zane's no fool and sooner or later he's going to find out what I don't want him to but hiding it kills me. Secrets that have held me bound for three years by the one close to me.

The drive back to my home was in silence that pretty much appreciated. Zane sometimes looked at me briefly when he thought I didn't know. Sometimes, we catch each other's gaze and quickly look away.

I'm completely oblivious until Zane tells me that we've arrived my house. I turn back to see that the building is actually mine. I open the car door and close my eyes trying to take in everything that had happened earlier.

With his touch...I feel disgusted and dirty. I don't even know what to think about myself anymore. I open the door with the spare key under the doormat so that I don't wake my parents up by knocking. I shut the door behind me without waving Zane a goodbye. I rush up the stairs as carefully as possible and into my room.

I pull off my clothes and I'm drowning myself in the hot bath shower. I'm crying on how miserable my life has been for the past three years. Living in fear and now...I've never felt bad like this. I feel so happy to let go of this pains in this water.

The mirror is not far of from the shower and stand before it, staring at my reflection and thinking of how my life would have been if that manic hadn't been in my life.

Should I tell him? or not.

Can I trust him?

"I know something is going on and it's disturbing you. I need you to trust me. Try please," he puts my hand in his. "I want to help you. I want to get rid of every unhappiness. Please."

"Are you in danger?" His voice trembled as fear took over.

I sigh staring into the mirror. Will telling him be the right choice or will it be the same mistake I made two years ago?

I trusted him with my life. I gave him everything. It all went downhill in an instance.

I wrap myself in my towel and enter into my bedroom. I pick out my pyjamas and slip into them, sit on the bed and watch the moon glow from my room.

I snuggle into my bed, pulling the cover over me. The only sounds that could be heard are the sounds of the crickets that make me fall asleep. 

I know he's somewhere looking for me. His threat letter that I know he sent.

He's just looking for the right time to finish everything we started. I dream of those blue eyes that stared at me today. His brown curly hair dropping slightly. His smile...

Forget about all those things.

No!

I can't!

Years of pouring your heart out turned into nothing but betrayal in the end...that's all!

But in the end, everything feels peaceful and I go with it.

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