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Seth and Becky, brought closer by a tragedy become fast friends but what will happen when they eventually want more? Will the aid of their closest friends Charlotte and Roman be enough to mend their hearts and teach them to love?
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I reread the message once more to ensure I'm seeing clearly.
Get the fuck out of there!!! It's a trap.
The message is simple but speaks in volumes, how do I know to trust a message from an unknown number? Who could be the person who sent it?
Just then I glance around the parking lot to access my environment in case of anything strange.
There are four exits and I notice that at each of the exits there's a black Jeep with tinted glasses, I would have let it off as mere coincidence if not for the fact that they all have no car plate, it's then I realize just how much danger I've walked right Into.
I make the sign of the cross, praying to make it out of here alive.
But how did they know I came here??? Anne... that bitch played me.
Narrator's POV
Becky paces up and down in panic, tears rolling down her face profusely. What has she gotten Seth into?
She's about to call the police when she here's that voice.
" I wouldn't do that if I were you" Damon says as Becky feels a gun on her forehead as a hefty man stands beside her.
She grudgingly raises her hands above her head as Damon laughs sadistically.
" You tried to act smart... all you did was buy me more time" Damon says mockingly. " You should've left the dirty work for the bad guys" Damon adds before landing a paralyzing slap on her cheeks.
" We had a deal and you tried to double cross me... you know how much I hate that" Damon says coldly and Becky feels a hard metal smack her heavily across the face.
She could feel the liquid dripping down her face as the room became spinning around suddenly...she was fading.
Seth's POV
I'm driving as fast as I can, I have a horrible feeling in my guts that I'm being followed.
So I try my best to confuse and loose them by taking several routes.
At some point I feel a sharp pain in my chest like I'm being stabbed. The pain is so bad I'm forced to hit the brakes with suddenly and with much force, forcing the car to a squealing halt, luckily there's no one else on the road.
Becky....
Something's is wrong with her, with that thought I quickly reverse the car and zooms off in the direction of Becky's house, forgetting all about loosing the people following me, they can go to hell and if they try acting funny I'll send them there.
The moment I reach her house, I rush into her house without even shutting my car door, but the sight I behold forces me to take a few steps backwards before crashing to my knees.
Charlotte's POV
I just finished taking my pills and hiding them back inside my pillow and I'm about to fall asleep when my annoying savior walks into the room.
I roll my eyes at him, " can't you at least knock?" I ask irritatedly.
" Oh!" He says like he forgot to do so, he walks out of the room and after a few seconds walks back in... without knocking.
" I finally remember why I didn't knock...I didn't feel like" he says with a shrug. " So what was the point of going out?" I ask in frustration.
" Oh so you wanted me to stay?" He asks cockily, just enjoying stepping on my nerves as he steps closer towards me, it's then I realize he's shirtless.
" A... Andrade..." I stutter suddenly feeling flustered.
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" What? You can't stand my awesome body?" He asks as he begins to flex his muscles.
" You're so full of yourself" I say in disgust as I push him away from myself with so much force he stumbles to the door.
" Mami... I didn't know you liked it rough" he says jokingly and I can't help but chuckle as he sits at the edge of my bed.
" So what's your story?" He suddenly asks out of the blue. " What do you mean?" I ask him, turning sour suddenly.
" I mean,no one ever comes here out of freewill, it's either you're running away from something or chasing something" he reasons as I sit up on the bed.
" I'm kinda both... I'm both running and chasing" I say vaguely, suddenly drowning in self pity.
" Care to explain?" Andrade asks engrossed. " What is your own story, since you say everyone has a reason to be here... weren't you supposed to be a great wrestler? You just dissapeared" I ask, purposely changing the subject, I don't trust him half enough to open up to him.
" Well, I am running away from something.... myself. " Andrade begins and I'm very interested.
" Well, people keep talking about the fear of failure but no one ever talks about the fear of success, I was on the rise, the talk of the industry, the hottest thing to ever be,it sorta all got into my head and I basically went into self destruct" he begins with remorse.
" I have done horrible things that will nauseate you, that'll make you sick to the stomach, that'll make you hate my guts out without even being the victim, at a point I looked back at every thing I'd done and just knew there was no going back, I was in too deep..." He says before his voice cracks and tears well up in his eyes.
He wipes off the tears before they can roll down his cheek.
"We have a lot in common" I tell him, trying to cheer him up. " No Mami, you're too good to be compared to me" he says as he chuckles, the sadness evident in his voice
" Don't bank on that, you'll go bankrupt" I point out and we share a laugh.
" You know if I didn't hate you so much we could've been friends" I tell him through laughs and he smirks at me.
