Chapter 3: Was He A Fan?

~SHARON

Goosebumps ran all over me. How could I give my body to the person who hurt me? “I’m not in the mood,” I mumbled, and he punched me right on the head.

I fell on the bed, my skull filled with aches. I tried to get my strength back, but he was still trying to force himself on me. Suddenly, I felt like I was in some battle.

Something inside me snapped, and without thinking, I pushed him hard to the floor and ran out of the room.

He didn’t give up and chased after me. I knew I was done for if he caught me, so I had no choice but to run from the whole house. I didn’t stop until I was in the middle of nowhere.

I stopped to catch my breath, knowing he wasn’t around, and tears ran down my face. “I really can’t do this anymore,” I cried, holding my head where he had punched me.

“How could a man who once said he loved me try to hurt me like this?” I thought, when a massive headache hit me. I couldn’t think straight. That punch on my head seemed to be messing me up. I looked at the road and tried to figure out where I was, but I couldn’t. My eyes were closing, and I was losing it. Cars were going past, but I didn’t think anyone could even see me.

I tried to walk further, but I couldn’t, and right there, I had no choice but to give in and pass out.

The next morning, I opened my eyes, and all I could see was white. I frowned. At first, I thought I was in heaven, but then I smelled that hospital smell.

I rolled my eyes and tried not to breathe too much. I was in a hospital!

And then I remembered that James would rather die than take me to a hospital, and I started to panic again. I tried to get up, but two strong hands held me down, and that’s when I saw I wasn’t alone. I looked beside me, and there was a man in a suit, looking like a god.

I froze.

Looking into his eyes, I couldn’t help but gasp. I’ve seen a lot of good-looking guys, but this one was something else. He was calm and didn’t seem to care. “Who are you, and what am I doing here?” I asked, my voice all rough.

“Good morning to you too. The nurse will check you out, and then I’m taking you home,” he said, talking to me like he knew me.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he knew me as a singer or just as a woman, and I couldn’t say anything.

“Please take me home,” I finally said, and then the door opened, and a nurse came in to check me over.

“She’s better and needs to go home, but make sure she rests, sir,” the nurse said to him and then left.

“We can go now, but here. You might need it,” he said, holding out a card, and I looked at it and then at him.

He didn’t seem to want me to say no, so I grabbed it and hid it in my bra.

He took me out, and we went to his car. The second I got in, my heart was racing. I was scared that I would lose everything if James saw me getting out of another man’s car. “What’s your address, ma’am?” The driver asked, and I gave him an address a bit away from James’s house.

The drive was tense. I couldn’t look at the man beside me, and after a bit, he turned to look at me. “I’m Xavier. What’s your name?” He asked, and I shivered. “Sharon Miles?” He asked again, and I felt like my heart was going to jump out.

How did he know that?

Was he a fan?

“But I’m not famous anymore. I’m just a shadow,” I said to myself and looked at him, but he was already looking at me.

I felt so awkward and just hoped we got there soon. “Thank you!” I mumbled and got out. I had to watch the car drive away before I started running back to James’s house, and when I got there, I felt sick. I had to go in again.

The second I walked through the door, I saw him sitting on the sofa. I stopped breathing for a second. “James, I’m sorry about last night. I was just scared, please forgive me,” I said, dropping to my knees and begging.

PAK!

I found myself on the floor.

He just hit me again, and I cried. “I said I’m sorry!”

PAK!

He did it again, and I just went quiet.

“Whose house did you sleep at? You dared to give another man something that you wouldn’t give to me?” He said, and I shook my head.

“I swear I would never do that to you. We said we would wait until we got married, James. I don’t mind going to get married right now, if that’s what you want. I just hope that we can be better for each other, please,” I kept begging, and he came closer to me again; this time, his hands were in my underwear. He was trying to touch me.