Scarred

• 11 •

Welcome to chapter 11.

I really hope you enjoy it.

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To have a say,
Was to be king
And to be virtuous.
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•Skai•

Oh no.

Before I could react, he roughly pulls me forward my head landing hard on the head rest. My heart rate speeds up and instinct kicks in. I attempt to free myself from his grasp and also yell, but he instantly let's go off me.

"Are you crazy?!" I blurt out before I could think of the consequences. I had to get out of here alive.

The dark screened door shuts close and I couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts race through my head. What was he going to go to me?

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Skai." Those words- those words sounded so familiar and it gave me a bit of reassurance, but I knew I couldn't let my guard down. I had learnt that people will do whatever had to be done to get what they wanted, and I wasn't going to be a pawn again.

"Why? So you can take me when I'm more vulnerable?" I lash loudly.

He gives me a concerned look, but masks it way very quickly.

"Fine then. Open the door, at least that way I'll have a chance of survival"

"You will have to sign the contract first" he gives a very composed answer relaxing into his seat. What did I get myself into?

"And if I don't want to?" I respond challenging him. At this point, the hard thumping of my heart has drastically reduced but I wasn't one to take chances anymore.

I hear a low groan from him- if I was correct, this was a sign that he was getting annoyed but all I wanted was to be free.

The door reopens with slow motions, cold air rushing into the heat controlled car. Immediately I step out of the car, walking away as quickly as I could from the surroundings.

As soon as the door to the cafe was in my vision, I practically sprint towards it; my movements very swift. I make my entrance into the sitting area, walking out almost immediately.

Crossing the road in not the most ethical manner, I trudge on the sidewalk pondering on what had happened. What would have happened if I stayed longer?

And most of all, what would I tell my parents?

I decide not to go home immediately, branching to a nearby book shop or library. It was really conventional and helped to calm my rising nerves on several occasions.

Stepping in, I'm greeted by the musky and almost stale smell of books- most likely the ones that had been kept for a long period. I casually greet the head librarian, who also does the job of the receptionist.

She smiles back at me before continuing her work.

I walk to my usual sitting area located at the farthest end of the room, just after the book shelves. Once I'm seated, I ponder on what to read- maybe Othello or something less tragic?