Haunted (sequel to Coincidence Aidan Turner Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

"I want you to take a deep breath now." Says my yoga teacher. "And breathe out." He says slowly. "Now you have to put your hands against the wall and stretch your back." I do as he says, it's quite relaxing actually. "Now drop your hands and try to get your face between your legs. And now roll up slowly, like a massage for your back." Yoga wasn't my idea, the doctors described it for me. Something to relax and forget the past. Not that I ever will be able to forget about my past. "Good job Saphira. You're aloud to go now." He says, I grab my stuff and leave. I sigh before walking outside.

The paparazzi is there taking pictures of me. I just fake a smile and give some fans autographs. When I was in a coma Aidan published one of my books. It became a huge success. I now have tons of fans and I'm actually happy with them. When someone holds out a pen and paper for me to sign I smile an sign it. "You look beautiful Saphie." I hear someone familiar whisper, I look up and see Jack. He smirks and I run to the car quickly. He was there! He's watching me, oh my God.. No.. He can't be. What was he thinking! I burst out in tears, he is an asshole. A complete asshole! And I want him to die. I want him gone and out of my life. For ever.

I quickly open the door and run upstairs. I fall on my bed crying. Not caring how awful I must look. "Saphira, my love. Are you alright?" I hear Aidan asking kindly. "Go away." I manage to whisper, I feel his hand on my shoulder. I flinch and back away. "Go away.." I say, my voice sounds oh so fragile. "Saphira you know you can talk to me right?" He whispers, I snap and yell. "For Gods sake Aidan! I want to be alone can't you see that?! Just go away!" I don't even want to look at him. I hear the door slam, I cry and hug my pillow. Why is my life such a mess. I hate it. I hate everyone. I walk to the window. It's a high manor. Aidan's house. It's big enough for a fatal jump. I look at my right hand and slowly take the ring off. I see the tattoo. Layla Ginerva Fletcher. I break down crying once again, then I get an idea. I need to go to town.

"So you want this names on your finger as well? George Alfred Fletcher, Dina Klearwater-Fletcher, Feline Weschester-O'gorman, and Aidan Turner." I nod with a heavy heart. He sighs and then says, "Ok, you know how it was last time so relax and try not to flinch." Try not to flinch. Don't flinch.

*Flashback*

"Don't flinch Saphie. Maybe I'll give you a bit of fresh air then." He says with dark eyes full of lust, I sob and say."Help.." "No one can hear you here my dearest. Try not to flinch. For your own good." Says Jack grabbing my face roughly he kisses me passionate. At least for him. I on the other hand feel nothing but disgust. "Don't flinch." He whispers in my ear.

I fail. Of course I did. How could I not flinch while my lower area was on fire? He was never a gently man. Never. He was harsh and forcing. But most of all disgusting.

*End flashback*

"Done, I hope it's okay." He says kindly. "Thank you." I say handing him the money he owned me for placing my new tattoos. "Anything for you Saphira." He says with a smile, I put on my gloves an walk to the car.Disstressed about everything.