Chapter 13

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Emma POV

'SORRY FOR CREATING THIS DRAMA, LOVE BUT I AM VERY VERY ANGRY WITH YOU. YOU HAVE BEEN A BAD GIRL AND THINGS YOU DID TODAY JUST PISSED ME OFF..

COME BACK HOME '

That's what I saw when I had looked behind Alex.

He was here because of her not me.

Not me .

Not me.

The same words keep repeating in my head.

But he will kill me if I tell anything to anyone. He will kill me.

Kill me.

Kill me.

Not her...me.

Flashbacks:

I was lying in my bed listening eminem songs in my iPod when I saw flash through my window.

I took out the headphones from my ear and walked towards the window and leaned against the frame to look out.

There was dark out there and nothing else. I saw a group of guys walking in the side walk, laughing loudly. They had beer bottles in their hands.

Fucking pricks... Laughing at this time of night, I thought to myself.

I shake my head at them with a frown on my face.

I was about to turn back when the lights went off of my room. I halted and looked around.. What the fuck happened to the light now. This world is so fucking annoying.

A scowl made it's way on my face. I stomped towards the door in darkness. I knew my room by heart so yeah i could move around in dark also.I was about to put my hands on the doorknob when I heard a chuckling behind me.

Chuckling? What the fuck....!!!

I turn around ready to punch whoever the fuck entered my room and even my apartment without my consent. I was not scared, I knew fighting skills so whoever the fuck he was gonna learn a lesson today.

I raised my fist while turning around and that's when I felt hands on my waist and then I was being lifted up and then the next second, being pinned down on the bed with someone's hands holding down my wrists above my head.

I opened my mouth to scream bloody murder, hoping Alex knew there was an intruder when the prick put his hand on my mouth.

I thrashed wildly, my screams muffling in his hand.. I can't see a fucking thing.

I heard a chuckling and then someone's breath on my ear. I stopped moving around. Taking deep breaths, trying to think a way to escape myself from his hold. I tried to make his face but all I saw was darkness.

Who the fuck he is?? What does he want? I was not going to be killed by a murderer. Never.

'"Fiesty, huh?? " the guy said. 'Let me free then saw how fiesty i am you prick..' I cuss him mentally ..

"But I don't like fiesty. Tchtchtch... So I want you to listen to me carefully "

Never..

"I know you are thinking.. no never fucking no.. But believe me,cat . I am not a good person so do me and you a favour and listen carefully. No harm will be done"

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