Author’s IMPORTANT note:

HELLO! Before you read this chapter please check out the new character in my characters section, Sam Anderson! He’s going to be very important from now on!

COLEN’S P.O.V.

I’m done.

I’m done with this.

He used to be innocent, he used to be nice, he would never have done something like this before. Thinking about the old Liam made my head throb. He seemed so unrealistic and far away now.

I went to my locker to grab my coat. I can’t stay in school like this, I feel like my body is going to break down. My headache was increasing and my throat hurt from holding back sobs.
I closed my locker gently and ran out into the streets. As soon as the main door shut, I broke down. I sobbed as I ran towards my house.

I remember it was like ths too last time. I was crying as I ran out of his house and onto the streets. I remember seeing the car, just a few meters away, I start to relax. It’s alright, take me away. I waited for the impact, but a flash of brown hair and tank top jumped right in front of me the last second, knocking me down.

I slowly slowed down my steps. Maybe if I do that again, he will come and save me again, and I’ll take care of him and we’ll both be happy. Tears streamed down my face as I slowly walked towards the middle of the street. I see cars coming from both sides. I close my eyes, waiting for the flash of brown hair and tank top.

I heard the sharp sound of car breaks.

“Hey! What are you doing?” A loud voice echoed through my ears. Liam?

I opened my eyes, my vision is blurred with tears. Disappointment washed over me like a tsunami. It’s not Liam. It’s just the car driver. The cars all stopped before they hit me,forming a circle around me.

I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. Cars honked all around me but I ignored them.

Is this his revenge on me?

Did he come back because I broke his heart at the dance and now he’s back to… to break mine?

Just then, I felt myself being carried away. I screamed, is this a kidnapper again? Like the last time…

I remembered the way he looked, his eyes are serious and his expression is dangerous. And the intimidating way he said, "This is my girl. Don't even think about touching her again."

Everything reminds me of him. I looked up at my kidnapper, only to find my first boyfriend, Sam.

He held me tightly in his arms as I kept sobbing. I remembered how I felt in those strong arms. Safe and sound. Sam pulled back as he examined my face and wiped my left cheek with his thumb. His eyes are full of sympathy.

“What happened?” He asked, “Didn’t work out?”

If it was someone else, I would have thought they were mocking me with those words. But his voice is soft and gentle, like he’s careful not to hurt me.

I tried to speak but I choked and shook my head sadly. He pulled me into a hug again and stoke my hair as he spoke gently.

“If you ever need anyone, you know I’m still free.” He said.

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