Hostage

Monster

Isabel's POV

(Two months before her death)

"They are toxic to the core and neither of them seem to realize it. Its not just to themselves but to every single person that walks into their lives. The more you get sucked into their lives,the more impossible it  is to get out. I'm usually not like this." I paused and then pouted,watching Miss Chu,my therapist write down some things into the big book lying on her thigh. "I know this isn't what you want to hear but running away is what I do best. And now-" I paused and then flicked my tongue over my lower lip. "Now,I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

She nodded and then sighed.

"Are you being threatened, Grace? Is that why you can't leave?" She asked calmly.

"No." I lowered my eyebrows. "No,he would never hurt me. Not intentionally. As strange as it sounds,I don't want to be here but I'm here because I want to be." I paused and then inhaled. "This,this is what they do to you.  They leave you so....broken and confused and helpless and after a while,you begin to feel like they're all you have. You begin to feel like they're all you need." I stopped to breathe. My head was in a mess and my thoughts were so all over the place,I was actually beginning to sound crazy. Miss Chu nodded and then wrote some more words down I'm her book. I sat up and then leaned closer even though I knew it would be impossible to get a glimpse at what she was writing due to the distance between us.

"And do you love him? This--man?" She looked up from her notebook.

"Yes." I nodded without hesitation. "And I hate that I do. I hate the person that he makes me.It just--" I paused,raking my head for the right words to say. "It hurts so much." I bit hard on my lower lip. She nodded and then scribbled more words in her book.

"And you think that these people are trying to drag your friend into this--" she paused. "Situation?"

"They are going to destroy her. She doesn't deserve this. I tried to warn her but-" I paused and then squinted, watching the way her hands trembled as she wrote down in her book. I frowned. "Do you think I'm delusional?" I blurted out before I could rethink my statement and I saw her visibly gulp.

"I think you need help,Grace. That's why I'm here."

Keenan's POV

The plan was to clear my head.

But since I couldn't exactly go for a run on water,I'd settled for champaign instead.

The only thing I hated more than being idle was being alone.

Because being alone made me think. Being alone made me remember things I'd rather forget.

Dinner went great.

For the most of it, I was able to concentrate on the woman sitting in front of me. I saw the way her eyes lit up when she spoke, I watched the movement of her lips and I noticed her smile. I realized that I loved it. I loved hearing her talk to me, I loved it when she talked about her past, I loved seeing her happy.

But the longer I'd looked, the more I'd wondered how long I had until she found out the truth, How long I had with her until she became terrified of me....until she saw me for what I was.

I'd realized that wanting to be with her was wanting something that I couldn't have.

Because if she knew anything about the things I'd done.....if she found out what I did,she would hate me. She would hate me a lot more than she would be terrified.

She would have every reason to be.

I was a monster.

And the things I had done,I would never be able to take them back.

It was all an illusion,this thing we had.

She didn't know.

If she did,she wouldn't look at me the way she did.

Tilting my flute,I emptied the contents of the glass into my mouth and then helped myself to a refill.

Falling in love was not part of the plan.

Look what happened to Megan.

Pouting,I massaged my temple with my free hand and then exhaled.

This was a mistake.

I shouldn't have brought her here.

I shouldn't have brought her to this island.

I should never have touched her last night.

Everything would be easier if I believed those words, if it didn't feel so damn right.

If I hadn't thought about ripping her dress off all through dinner.

But as much as I would have liked to,I didn't touch her.

I didn't and it killed me.

It killed me that I'd had to focus my gaze on the leftover lobster Frittata in my plate . I didn't even think it was right to call it leftover since I'd barely even touched the food.

It killed me to say goodnight when all I wanted to do was pin her to the wall.

Darn it,I was falling in love with Kimberly Hastings and I was falling hard.

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-Love,Chay.