The belt dropped to the floor and he went for the knife, still holding me with his other hand.
"Don't you love me anymore?" He questioned.
I kept silent.
"You know you love me." He snarled.
Swiftly, he picked up the knife, grabbed me from behind at the waist and held it to my neck.
This was it.
This was how it ended.
I shot up in sheer terror. I'd finally left him and now he's haunting my dreams. I sat up and cried hugging my knees. I couldn't get back to sleep so I just sat up until I saw the slightest bit of sunlight through my curtains.
I checked the time. 07:30. I made myself some coffee and turned on the TV. This was my routine for the next couple of weeks. Until one morning I was on my phone and received a notification. What could it be. I opened it.
Good morning Miss Alaïah Combs. We are contacting you regarding your application for the position as the team's psychologist.
Of course! I nervously continued reading.
We are delighted to inform you that we think you would be perfect for the position and would like to meet with you in Anfield on 10th October at two PM. For further enquiries, email us back with any questions you may have.
I was so happy! Things were finally starting to work out.
The day finally came. I was extremely nervous and excited at the same time. I had gone out and bought an outfit for the meeting. I wasn't really sure what to wear so I put on a plain white top and some Jean's with a black blazer that's simple and extra at the same time. I put a small amount of makeup on and put on a straight, bobbed wig.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I hopped in my car and began the short drive to Melwood.
I got to the stadium and I was in utter awe. I parked in the employee parking, as specified in the email and walked in.
I got to the reception where a nice lady who looked about my age greeted me. I told her why I was there and she gave me directions.
As I was on my way, I took out my phone and looked down to check the time. Suddenly, my body found itself pressed up against another. It was broad and muscular. I'm already small in stature, but this being made me feel even smaller than I already am.
I looked up and my eyes met a pair of deep brown, almost black, eyes. His skin, a devine caramel hue that glistened in the light. His lips were rosy. Small but plump.
My thoughts were interrupted when he cleared his throat. Oh no. I've been staring at his face this whole time without even realising. He must think I'm a creep.
"Are you okay?"
His deep, soothing voice sent shivers all around my body as his accent wrapped around every letter of his sentence.
It was at this moment I realised who I had just bumped into. Liverpool's defender, Virgil Van Dijk!
