Selfish | Ongoing

Gravity | 4 | Now

"What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle." - Rumi

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Gravity

Now

I tried to focus but after Gregor stormed off I had barely managed to get anything done. I hate him being angry at me. It was fucked up and for selfish reasons.

A deep sigh left my lips before I relaxed back into my chair. Massaging my temple I closed my eyes. My thoughts kept wandering today and it killed me. I hated getting lost in memories. They either hurt or made me even more angry.

My mind slipped to the first night I had met Hunter. I was head over heels for him and I didn't even knew him. I was so stupid trusting him immediately. I was way to naïve back then. That night nightmares tortured me. I remember every single dream so vividly.

"Please! No! Please, Please I didn't do anything. Please let me go. My mom will look for me. I'm not worth the trouble. I promise I won't tell anyone about this. Please, Please just let me go." I begged the man in the shadows. A deep laugh growled through the darkness. My cries only getting louder. "Please." I cried. My hands tied behind me, my legs chained to the ground. My tears were blurring my view. A slap across my cheek made me only sob more. The man rose from the darkness, it was Hunter. He kidnapped me. I had trusted him. I cried louder

My sobs had woke me up that night. I remember shaking uncontrollably. I promised myself after that, that I would never go with any stranger anywhere ever again. I thanked God about 12 times that he protected me from all bad things that could've happen that night.

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I got up form my desk, walking out the office to look for Gregor. I need to make sure he didn't find an innocent cupboard and beat it to death. He couldn't be far though, it was way too late for anyone to be in, so it was only me, Gregor and the security guard downstairs.

"Gregor?" I called. Nothing. Standing at the conference room door I called for him again. Still nothing.

I sighed before plucking my phone out of my pocket. 12:15am. Where the hell could he even be? He would never- not even if he was mad - leave me alone. Maybe he was smoking?

I unlocked my phone, searching for his name I called him. It ringed. One, two, three times before I was sent to voicemail. That motherfucker sent me to voicemail. How dare he. An unsettling feeling overcame me. He wouldn't decline my call. He could hate me right now but he wouldn't do that.

I called again. It ringed, this time only I could hear it coming from anywhere near me. I turned around, sighing. If he was playing games I really wasn't in the mood for it. What a big man child.

"Gregor, I don't have the time to play hide and seek. Get out and let's leave. Come one." I called into the dark hallway. Nothing. His voicemail penetrated my ear, again. I stalked towards the cafeteria. What if something happened to him? No. He has his gun on him at all time, he knows how to fight back. Nothing had happened to him, I knew better.

I shoved my phone back into my backpocket, seeing no point in calling him again. He isn't picking up anyways. Fucker.

Soft moans filled the cafeteria. Oh for fucks sake, he was fucking someone? How? I thought we were alone. I would beat his ass the next time we trained together.