~☆~☆~☆ Prologue PT 1 ~☆~☆~☆
My feet barely touch the ground as I run, pain radiates throughout me and I bite back the screams as I run through the streets practically naked.
Stopping at the door I knock, and watch as it opens, her eyes widen, and I see every emotion flood through her as I collapse into her arms. She says nothing, just helps me into her small apartment. I watch as she runs around and packs a bag.
No words need to be spoken, she knows right now I need to escape, and that is what she is doing. I watch as she places the bags by the door, the knocking as me trying to run and hide, her head shakes, and I watch as she helps me through to another room.
Standing, I listen, hearing her unlock the door. My body pushes against the door I am behind trying to use it as a shield but also hear what is said.
"Where is she?"
I feel sickness rise hearing his voice.
"Max, it is like 4 am! I haven't seen her in months, if you lost her, I suggest you look elsewhere not wake me up." Her words are stern.
"Come on, I know this is where she would have ran, tell her to get out here." His voice is menacing.
"She hasn't, Max the last time we spoke we fell out. She hasn't contacted me in months! So, actually, when you do see her, tell her I said goodbye, as I am moving on with my life." Her words are like a dagger through the heart.
She won't mean it, I know she won't, but still, she is right. What I did was disgusting, but Max made me. I hear him sigh and close my eyes praying he accepts her response.
"Check with her dad." Her words have my eyes widening.
"No thanks, I will find her, don't mention anything to him."
I hear the door close after his words, the light knocking on the door telling me he has gone.
"It's safe, give it five minutes and we leave." I listen to her words and hear the lights switch off. I know she is trying to make it look like she is in bed, sitting on the floor I wait. Unsure of how long passes by before she knocks again.
Getting up I follow her out, sitting in the car we don't talk as she drives, further and further away.
"Hospital first, you report it this time. We will sleep there until I find us somewhere." Her words are soothing, and I want to say I feel safe, but I don't. I can't stop checking every car that comes behind us, just in case it is him.
I don't feel like I can ever run far enough away. I sleep for the better part of the journey, my body hurting, and I wish I had cleaned and changed at hers, but her words when I tried were right.
If I do, I am washing away every bit of evidence, so I don't, instead, I stay covered in blood, ripped clothes and shoeless, more because her shoes would fall from me if I even tried to wear them.
~☆~☆~☆ Prologue PT 2 ~☆~☆~☆The hospital is great, in the sense they ask minimal questions and tell me someone else will come to question me and gather info. I don't want to repeat everything over and over. I feel my body shudder and become confused by what I am seeing.I smile up at his beautiful face as he leans down and kisses me.“Amazing second date, Baby.” His finger proceeds to stroke along my jaw as his mouth begins to kiss along it. He is right. This was amazing. I can’t stop smiling.“So, the plan now?” My smile begins to grow as his head tilts slightly at my words.“Well, while it is the second date, it is like the tenth time we have met, so it is on you.” His words are soft against my ear, my body begins to shake from the sensation of his breath teasing my skin. I love this, how he is giving me a choice in everything, not just assuming and trying to get sex. He seems to be going slow, maybe too slow.“How about you come in for a midnight drink?” I can hope, his brow raise
The sound of the alarm wakes me. I hate work, I hate university, and I hate mornings. Hitting the button, I look around. My life is nothing extraordinary; I live with my roommates, and I spend most of my time either here, at university or at work.I should be waking up in a hotel room somewhere, but no, I failed at that this year. Groggily walking to the shower, I climb in. As the water hits my skin, it feels incredible. Today needs to go fast. Tonight, however, needs to go even quicker. I honestly need tomorrow to arrive, like now. Climbing out, I begin getting dried off, my eyes looking around. I will be home soon; tonight won’t be long or late, and then I can just relax and spend a tiny bit of my birthday how I want to spend it. Walking out of my bedroom, it is quiet.Grabbing food, I embark on walking to university. I don't like driving if it isn't too far. My mind is flying away, every thought just running through it. Stepping in, I can't help but smile; a few hours to take m
“What? Oh yeah. We'll be there in two minutes. Stop complaining.” Georgina's voice snaps me out of my memories; she hangs up the phone turning to face me, smiling.“Just Liam complaining we are late; you will love it. Honestly, Alena, you will.” Liam is our flatmate. He is into all things tech - gaming, cameras, computers. I don't see the fascination with it all, to be honest.Why waste time sitting there pressing buttons? That is just me, though, maybe because I am not a tech person, and I don’t understand it. Yet so many do. I guess that's another thing Max hated about me, that I saw that as wasting my time. I wasn't interested in any of that.Of course, he was, and he tried forcing me to be.Liam is nice, though, and he has mousy-blonde hair and green eyes. He is like a brother to me, training to be an electrician at university. As the taxi stops, I look up at the bright lights there, a nightclub. Of all the places, Georgina picks a nightclub. My mind is screaming at me to run fast
“Hey, isn't this party and night meant to be for you? Why are you sitting here in a corner looking like Baby?”I’m laughing; I have to. His ‘Baby’ comment is just too funny not to laugh at. He is referencing me to Dirty Dancing but has this all wrong.“Well, I would rather stay in the corner. Unlike Baby, she had no choice. Her Daddy put her there. Me, I am happy here hiding. Considering the fact, I don't do all this, parties, people and things. I have not done it for years.” I watch something spark in his eyes, my mind trying to figure out what I said that would cause it.“My ideal night is watching TV and a glass of wine or any alcohol. You can tell that, seeing as I only know Liam and Georgina here. I don't get out much” His laugh is perfect; his eyes are perfect. I feel drawn to him; my heart is quickening.What is happening to me? I need to sort my mind out. If I don't, I will be hurt when he isn't interested, which he isn't. Why would he be? I am too broken anyway, and men would
Reaching the apartment, we stand at the door, he stands in front of me, my body screaming for him to kiss me. I want him to kiss me. Why can't I stop thinking about his lips on mine? My teeth bite down on my lip, looking at him.How can I feel so pulled to him? I feel like I should kiss him, but even I know that is a mistake. It will hurt when he knocks me back. He is being polite, nothing more.“Well, it would be nice to be invited in for a quick drink. You know, to say thank you for walking you home and all.” Nodding, I agree, unlocking the door. Walking up the steps to our apartment, I keep pulling my dress down.As we walk into the apartment, I can feel him behind me—a sort of electricity magnet pulling me to him. I try ignoring it, failing as I hear the door shut behind us.“Erm, feel free to sit down.” I point towards the sofa, watching as he walks towards it.“Erm, what do you want to drink?” I need
Jackson moves back and starts to button up his trousers, Jackson’s hands sliding up my arms and pulling what is left of the dress up. Lifting me down from the kitchen side, he leans down and grabs his shirt, looking at me, smiling.“Don't look so embarrassed, Alena. You should probably get a room next time, though.” Georgina is no doubt laughing at my face.“No need, I should be leaving, and Alena needs sleep before work.” He kisses my forehead and walks out, Liam chasing after him, no doubt going to argue with him, warn him off and tell him to stay away.“I want details, every single detail. I kind of wish we had set off five minutes later, then we could have walked in at the really good part with you both fully naked and him grunting.” Rolling my eyes at her, I shake my head.“Why are you back anyway? Liam said you would be late” They are back too soon. They can't have left long after us.&ldq
Running out of the apartment, the taxi is waiting. We sit in silence. Getting to the hospital, we run inside, going straight to the desk. “We are here to see Liam Woodcock, please.” “Are you family?” She is annoying me already. What does that matter? “No, we are his flatmates. We had a text about him being in a car accident.” She raises her hand and points to the seats behind us. “I am sorry, but only family are allowed through. Please take a seat and wait.” Wow, really? Okay. I look at Georgina, and she shrugs her shoulders. How do we even know he is okay? He could be lying there dying, alone. I want to cry; I feel it building up inside, the thought that he could be so hurt, and we can't even see him. Georgina smiles gently at me. “I am sure he will be fine. If it were anything bad, they would no doubt have said Alena. It will be nothing.” I nod, yet I hate myself. Maybe I shouldn’t have touched Jackson? The door we came through opens. Turning, I see Jackson walk in, fear on
Am I really going to do this? It isn't me. Sure, it used to be, but not anymore. We begin walking through a small alleyway towards the car park, my mind screaming at me to do something, kiss him, anything. I need to get out of here; the space is too tight, pushing me closer to him, too close for me to concentrate. He turns, his hands gripping my wrists, pushing my back against the wall, his mouth kissing mine, pinning my arms above my head, a moan escaping my lips as he pushes against me more, the feel of his shaft beneath his trousers. Moans seem to be escaping my mouth as his mouth continues to tease. My hands move to unfasten his trousers. He moves quickly, letting go of me; he carries on walking, a little faster than before to get us to his car. Driving in silence, I watch as we go out of the town centre, surrounded by trees and fields. We pull into a drive, the whole place beautiful and open. The house is breathtaking. I have only seen homes like this in magazines and on TV. W