Guilty
"Santiago, Elijah Santiago"
"Colombian?"
"Mexican, actually" He smirked at me. "You have chemistry"
"That we do" I laughed, turning to admire the view.
Then all of a sudden I felt two hands wrapped firmly around my waist. I tried to escape their grip but it was too strong. Calming myself down, I thought of a strategy my father shared with me when I was 16. I stepped n his foot with my heel and hit his head with mine. He groaned in pain, releasing me. I ran to the stairs. He ran behind me. Before my foot could touch the first step, he grabbed my wrist and turned me around. He crashed me against the wall. I gasped. Thinking he immobilized me, he leaned closer to me and whispered to my ear, "Sh
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