Her Savior (completed)

Chapter 16

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING AND ABANDONING THIS BUT IVE BEEN SO BUSY HERES THE NEW CHAPTER ENJOY

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**3 weeks later after the phone call**

I fixed myself to look presentable as I put on a foundation that was once too light now insanely too dark for my skin tone, a light peach colored matte lipstick, and a thin layer of mascara.

Everyday was a little more quiet than the day before, maybe a little colder, and my mom didn't really try to get a hold of me anymore because I apparently am "out of control". I didn't really care much, I learned that now I'm empty and I'm on my way to hell anyway so why not try to convince my mother that I'm not screwing about with a blonde (ghost) guy that stays at my house every night.
Hey, why not? Maybe I can catch a guy's eye from the window of my unescapable house and seduce them inside to scare my mother even more, yeah?
I nerve-wracking-ly changed my clothes and waited at the front door for my guest.

My doorbell respectively rang through the house and my heart pounded, skipping beats. I could tell my face was turning bright red as I straightened my gray button up long sleeve shirt.
I breathed in, "This is it, okay. You got this."
"1, 2, 3, -- 5, -- 7" I counted my heartbeats to calm myself as my feet slid around to turn the door knob.
I quickly found myself in a tight embrace with a familiar smell in my memory.
"Oh my -" I giggled.
He exhaled hot breath onto my neck sending chills up my spine.
"Cassy, Jesus Priest, it's been a while."

I gently ran my finger tips along the outside of his black leather jacket and tightened my hug on him. "Wow, Josh."

He snickered, "What?"

My grip loosened and I backed up to look into his dark brown eyes. "I missed you"

He smiled and backed out of the awkward squeeze. "I missed you too Cassadee."

"So, where's Sam?"

"Uh, I don't know-- hold on."
 "MOM!"

Quiet hurried foot steps followed through the hallway from the kitchen into the livingroom where we stood. My mother finally came into view and Joshua hastily walked over to her, saying hello, giving her a tight hug. "It's been a minute!" My mother chucked as she slapped on her tackiest smile. He cheesed back indicating a sweet 'I know right'.

"We should catch up on things!" Josh turned to me with a grin across his cheeks, causing his cheek bones to highlight his face. "Sure." I smiled and began to shift to the stairs, listening as he followed with his combat boots skidding across the carpet.

As I reached my bedroom door, he forcefully grabbed my hands and pushed the door closed with his back. "I love you Cassadee May Carpenter"

At this moment, I couldn't make my mind up if I was more surprised he remembered my full name or that he was about to completely jump on top of me. Joshua had always been that type, that... 'I'm going to give you these weird awkward hints that I fucking love you until I finally act upon that notion'. He'd done it to like 3 other girls before he kissed them. Joshua was a puma.

His soft hands gripped my thigh and tossed me onto my bed, my heart pounded at his every movement. My throat dried up and my cheeks blistered with heat. I giggled as he struggled to take off his shirt, resulting in me taking off mine.

He jumped onto me and kissed my neck as I smiled childishly. Then, all at once, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the head of my matress, causing me to completely lose it.

I screamed.

He let go and pulled himself up, practically sitting on my thighs. I mumbled an 'I'm so sorry' various times but he kept the same concerning look across his face. "Josh I-"

All of the sudden, his back arched as his eyes rolled back in his head and I glanced down at a bloody knife sticking out of his stomach through his back. "JOSHUA!" I backed up nervously as his body fell onto my stomach.

Tate stood at the foot of my bed with the same knife that killed everything inside of me, in his hand. My world crashed into my actual reality, the most painful feeling I had ever gotten; almost as painful as the night my dad left, when my whole life would shift to another static 911 phone call after another. That last angry glance I got from him is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

"Cassy I'm sorry. I thought-" That sorry, that sorry was reality. You never really realize something is gone until that blunt, 'sorry'.

"Cass-"

"He's coming back, Tate, he is."

Tate rested a hand on my shoulder as I gazed into the open wound that punctured Josh's back.

I waited for too long, to the point where Tate disappeared from the silent room.

"Tate!" I cried for him. I needed him. I wanted him with me and I couldn't feel his comforting presence in the room anymore.

"He's not coming back!" I Muffled whispers in my ears rang and it felt like I was going to faint. My vision became blurry and for no obvious reason, I let out the most blood curdling scream I could possible. Like every scream I had kept inside during those moments where I refused to. Like the time when I was 8 and I scraped my knee but didn't want to embarrass myself in front of my dad and his friends because I knew how ashamed he would be, or the final time he was ashamed of every fragment of my soul and walked right out of my life,

I couldn't let out that scream because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop.

Now I knew that I wouldn't, because it was so painful but it was the only thing keeping me sane at this point.

"Delilah, Delilah," They chanted a vivid name in my ears and I knew something deep inside of me clicked

It was finally over.