Inevitable

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*Halston's POV*

It has been three weeks and four days since my salvation expired and my abiding fate was presented to me. I fully know the consequences of the actions anyone may take to aid me and I can't let them face the same outcome Mark did for my exemption. Nate made it very clear that if I ever tried to run or if anyone tried to find me there would be Hell to pay, and I knew he wasn't bluffing. I came to realize the more I defied Nate and his cronies, the more difficult I was making it for myself. He has his uncle, the police chief of Haddonfield, alleviate his fuck ups and even do some of his dirty work in exchange for monetary gain. After Chief Lane covered up Mark's murder for Nate, he admitted outright that Kale had come looking for me but that he deterred him back to Santa Mira. Just the idea that he ventured to find me makes me worried for his well being. If Kale is persistent, I know Nate will do everything in his power to stop him. As much as I love Kale, I know that ship has long sailed and I need to put his security over our happiness together.

I am still drugged daily and I constantly crave it and the state it puts me in. Hell, most of the time I take it myself willingly. It has actually made it somewhat easier to deal with all of this, including Nate's constant need to obtain and control me. I don't have to endure the emotional and physical pain when I'm high; it's like I'm numb to all of the things that are happening to and around me. I am so far gone mentally most of the time, he knows I won't run and since I have submitted to his reign over me, he has upgraded my stay at 'Hotel de Nate Ryan.' The only positive thing, if you can call it that, is my departure from the basement into the living area of the house. The fear of what he would do to Kale, Chris, or Beck is instilled in my mind and keeps me readily in his clutches. I must face and embrace the inevitable.

I am laying in Nate's bed, wrapped in his white sheets with his warm body spooned into mine. I stare at the ceiling thinking of his fight tonight. The idea that I am attending it and that it will be my second excursion out of the house since I got here makes me quite uneasy. What if I see my friends there? How do I act or what do I do if someone starts asking questions? Nate has went over everything with me beforehand but what if I say the wrong thing? My mind starts drifting to my intractable addiction so I get up out of his bed and head over to the dresser. I lay out a line and inhale the snowy substance. My new found mood makes the anxiety caused by my thoughts of tonight totally deplete. 

Two strong arms wrap around me from behind and I topple back onto a firm torso. "Babe are you okay? You seem tense." Nate flips me over on top of him so I'm looking into his eyes.

"Ya. I'm fine. I just haven't been out of the house other than to clear out my locker at at the station. You never left my side so I felt at ease."

"Everything is going to be alright babe. I'll have the most beautiful girl there with me and I'm going to win. Don't worry."

Nate acts like it is no big deal but considering his fight is in Santa Mira at Powerhouse, a lot could go haywire. I just need to keep my friends away from me if they are going to the event. It hurts to think of it this way but it would be in their best interest if they have forgotten about me by now.

"You are right. I'm sorry. I'm just overreacting. Maybe I just needed a hit."

Nate grabs me by the back of my head and pulls me down for a long, inviting kiss. When he suddenly stops, he has an inquisitive look in his eyes as if something just dawned on him. "Are you worried about that prick being there? Forget about him Halston or I will kill him." His face quickly changes to disgust and anger and he grabs me by my hair and tugs back on it until I wince. He yanks my head to the side so my ear touches his lips then whispers, "tell me you love me."

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