PARIS | Kylian Mbappe

58 | Accusations

*SAVANNA'S POV*

Hastily opening my eyes to the trapped sunlight making its way into the room, I instantly felt that something wasn't right. My head was hurting, my body was hurting and I didn't have much energy. Sitting down I looked at my body, instant panic setting in when I saw myself lying naked, my bruises and scars on full display. Feeling tears enter my eyes, I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. It had happened again. How could I be so stupid to trust someone. How could I be so damn stupid.

Quickly getting up and finding the clothes I was wearing last night, I put them on, wiping away my tears and walking down the stairs seeing the same man laid back on the sofa playing a video game, the once loud and full house now empty with just the last 5 people as they all focused on the game. I felt myself tense up as I saw his face, I wanted to let out the biggest scream and cry for being so stupid. Quietly walking to the front door, I saw his eyes snap to me as panic set in as I watched him get up. "So I'll see you tonight?".

I turned to him, true fear in my eyes. "No", I said lowly.

"Yes I will", he nodded.

Looking at him with a look of disgust and fear, I grimaced as I whispered in disbelief. "You r-raped me?".

He smirked. "Rape? You were begging me for it, don't you remember?".

My eyes widened as I tried to remember the night but my mind was too blurred. "I-I don't remember".

"You were begging for me all night, you couldn't keep your hands off me, but hey what's a mess around between two friends, right?", he chuckled walking closer as I cowered into the corner.

"Please don't", I begged softly trying my best not to cry.

"Oh lighten up it's a bit of fun, I won't tell if you won't", he said. "So I'll see you tonight?".

"No you won't", I said with furrowed eyebrows feeling nothing but fear settling in.

"Yes I will", he said lowly. "Because if I don't, I'll be very unhappy". I looked into his eyes as I heard the warning tone in his voice. "And dont think I don't know who you are, your with that football player right? If I don't see you tonight well I guess the paper and press will have a lot to talk about, I can just see it now 'Kylian Mbappé chooses wrong girl' or 'Kylian Mbappé girlfriend pictured with another man'", he smirked as I breathed heavily. "I'll see you tonight", he repeated as I took one last breathe before running out the house and running down the street, stopping to catch a breathe as I thought of what to do. Well there was nothing I could do.

I was on my own.

*KYLIAN'S POV*

Sitting in food hall, I felt my phone vibrate. Quickly pulling it out my pocket I hoped it was the one person I so badly wanted to see.

"Bonjour? (Hello?)", I spoke to the unknown number.

"Kylian?", the woman said. "This is Savanna's mum, I'm just wondering where she is, she hasn't answered my calls for nearly a week?".

Oh shit. Not wanting to tell her I basically lost her daughter in France, I did the only thing I could do, I lied. "Oh hi, she's fine I think she has lost her phone".

"Oh thank god, I was starting to get a little worried", she chuckled. "Can you tell her to give me a ring when she can please?".

"Of course", I said.

"Thank you Kylian, bye", she said cheerily. Oops. Maybe I should not have just done that.

"Bye", I said a little too happily before I ended the call, well what else could I do? I didn't want them worried out their skin also when they could do anything since even I didn't know where she was.