Break Me, Daddy

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It had been over a month and Persia had still not seen him. In fact, she had almost forgotten what he looked like in her head, she may have seen him and not even realised. She had started talking to another guy, Branden, yeah he was really nice and the sex was okay but he just wasn't the one. "I don't understand P, I thought we were doing well," Branden said.  "We are, I Just, I don't this is going to work," Persia tried to explain. And that's when she saw him. Finally.  Again, he was smoking, but this time he looked worse, paler and even skinnier than before, Persia did not even think that was possible. "I am sorry, I have to go," She replied, rushing over to Lexi. "Look over your shoulder," She whispered into her ear. "Is it, is it him?" She answered, jumping up and down in excitement. "Yes shut up don't make it obvious," Persia started biting her  perfectly manicured nails, ruining the pink polish she had put on them. Slowly, Lexi turned her head round and squinted into the distance. "He must have gone," She said, turning her head back to face Persia. Persia looked back and met his gaze. "What are you talking about he is right there!" She hissed. "Ha ha very funny, come on we have class." "Ill meet you there."  She slowly started walking towards him, increasing her pace as he begins to walk away. "Wait!" She shouted. He either didn't hear her or was ignoring her as he continued to walk away towards the car park. He looked back at her, a worried expression on his face. Pressing his car keys he unlocked his black Ford Fiesta, and hurriedly climbed in the driver's seat. But this time Persia was not going to let him slip away from her. She ran in front of the car just before he was about to pull away. He rolled his eyes and opened the passenger seat door. Gingerly, she got in the car and closed the door. "I've- I've seen you watching me," She stammered, suddenly nervous. "Do I know you?" She continued. "No," He replied. His voice sounded like silk, "But I know you." "How?" Persia answered, struggling to meet his gaze. He grabbed Persia's chin and tilted it towards him. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," He said, still cupping Persia's chin. She met his gaze. "Try me." He leaned in her direction, placing his hand on her neck, gripping it lightly. He was so close she could feel his breath on her cheek. "I am dead, Persia."