Only if you Love me

Chapter 6- A Confession Of Love

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Sorry for a long awaited post!!!

To disappoint even more, this is only a teaser and you will have to wait another week!

I am really sorry and promise that the rest of the chapter will be worth your every anticipation.

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P.O.V Stefan

My body gets slammed against the fountain edge nearly falling in, a dull throb starts radiate from the area of impact. My eyes start to blur, causing the mass of wet bodies in front of me to morph into a pulsing mob of black. My heart flutters frantically in my chest, where was she? I tried to call out her name but the sound of my voice was easily trumped by the loud cheering made by the crowd around me.

Apparently being pushed into a fountain was becoming popular as yet another couple managed to squeeze their way into the crystalline water, which was now drenching the surrounding area with loud splashes following by the yell of an unfortunate person you got wet. All the movement and noise confused and scattered all the thoughts in my brain. I turned around in a circle, whipping my head from side to side, desperately scanning for Celine. Looking for a flash of her sparkling dress in the midst of the rambunctious crowd. There! just about to enter the house again was a glimpse of gold reflecting against the lights outside. It had to be her, but why was she moving away?

Regardless I had to find her.

Why did I even bring her to this party in the first place? I think as I push my way forwards, nudging and wrestling my forwards, not even caring to look back when I accidentally elbowed someone in the cheek. I was just hoping to give her a good time, she was always so tense and frustrated about school work that it made me tense and frustrated. But if I was honest with myself I actually was hoping to dance with her and maybe score a date but obviously fate had other plans. I had had a crush on her ever since we were little but as we grew up she only became my friend. Ok, maybe best friend it wasn't the same. It drove me insane to see her everyday, knowing that she couldn't be mine.

But by the time I managed to get to the other side she was long gone. Oh God what if some drunk decided to have a little fun with her, or worse, what if some total creep was stalking her and trapped her in a room or what if... With the crowd that had turned up to the rave who knew what could happen. Cursing my own stupidity I walk defeatedly into the house, my annoyance at myself nearly managing to block out the pungent smell of alcohol and booming noise of a new tune.

Now that Celine was gone the previously exciting atmosphere of the rave had this sense of claustrophobia mixed with a dark foreboding feel. I had come here bursting with anticipation of finally going somewhere with Celine but now I just felt tired and annoyed for losing her. But just as I was about to start asking around I heard a high pitched scream that seemed eerily familiar. I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed and sure enough some couples on the dance floor and momentarily paused their orgy dancing to stare at what seemed to be the source of the noise, somewhere down a small corridor I hadn't even noticed before. But their attention lasted for about a second before they were quickly swept back into the music, leaving me the only one down the corridor.

I was immediately transported to the time when Celine and I had gone to the beach. It was in the middle of summer and the sun was burning down on the earth, making the weather humid and sticky. But that was the day Celine accidentally stepped on a piece of broken glass that had been left from a beach party the night before. She had screamed so loud it was as if the ocean had stopped just to hear it. That sound, that ear-piercing screech matched what I had just heard but a second ago. Oh no!

I ran towards the corridor, trying not to visualise what could've made Celine feel so much pain and fear. My own fear shot through my entire body, fear and guilt. This was all my fault. If only I hadn't brought her. I came to a halt in front of a door. I stared at the shiny brown door handle, the pulsing lights from the dance floor flickering off its surface. What was I doing? Why couldn't I go in? It felt as if this voice, so small and innocent was trying to persuade me otherwise. But it wasn't my voice. Trying to ignore it, thinking about Celine, I put my hand on the door knob. The moment I felt the cold brass handle against my skin it was almost as if the small voice had gotten a microphone and was now yelling at me to turn around. The sound sent tremors through me and I feel to my knees.

It was almost as if something didn't want me to go in. The very thought of what could be behind that door, what could make her scream in such blood curdling way? Regardless, I had to know. With a deep breath I did my best to shut out the voice and threw open the door. But no matter how many deep breaths I took, I would never have been ready for what I was seeing.