My eyes fluttered open, allowing me to see my bedroom. Then, reality hit me like a brick. In a swift movement, I seated on my bed, looking around trying to find my brother, my sisters or my parents.


I did find them. But I found him.


The curly haired lad. He was seating on the corner of my bed, looking at me. Before I could think twice, I was moving to the other side of the bed, getting away from him, hoping he wouldn't come closer to me.


Unfortunately, he did. He moved closer to me, almost touching me.


I looked into his deep green eyes. Eyes that must have seen horrendous things. Probably most of them, done by his gang. They must have seen people die in front of them, by their foot, after begging to don't be killed. People who had families, girlfriends, wives, maybe even kids. People who had so much to give... People who had their loved ones, waiting for them at home...


If my dad made a mistake, then who knows? Maybe he was his next victim. Maybe I'll be one of his victims after this. The thing is, I know that I'm just his away of revenge towads my father. He doesn't love me. I mean, Does he even love? Is his heart made of anything except coldness, darkness and stone? Does he have emotions? I don't have the answers for these questions, and I never will, but if I have to marry him, at least I want him to pretend that at least he cares about me.


I shivered at the thought of him killing my father and I bet he noticed.




"You're awake."
"Y-Yes..."
"I was worried about you. So was your family and the lads."


I highly doubt you were. Why would you?


"Oh sweetie! You scared us! Promise you won't faint again."
"I won't mother. I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault."



She's right. It's not my fault dad made a mistake. It's not my fault that Harry wants me.


I got up, looked at my siblings telling them to come with me, grabbed my purse, put my Vans on and started to head with my brothers to the bedroom's door.


"We're going out. We'll be home for dinner."


We went through him, that by that time, was already by the door; his gang members and my parents. My father grabbed my arm and hugged me, while whispering:



"I'm so, so sorry. I never meant to put you through this."
"Too late..."



With that we left the room, heading to the garage, getting inside Calvin's car.



"Where to?"
"Somewhere."



He simply nodded, and started to drive away. The girls were giving me sad looks, not understanding how bad that made me feel. I wish that my life right now wasn't so messed up.







I wish... I just wish that I won't die in his arms...

Notes

Hey there.
sorry it took me so long. I've been out of ideas.
I went to "This Is Us" and my ideas, were like, gone...
So yeah... Their fault.
Leave feedback, pls.
Love
Mat xx