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✧Alara✧

Asma rubbed her forehead in frustration, begging me to tell her who did this to me. "I cannot remember. I. Can't." I pleaded with her. She somehow didn't believe a single word I said. "Liar." She snapped, crossing her arms. She stepped forward and sat on the empty spot next to me. "Bad liar." she scowled. I sighed, thinking whether I should tell her or not. It was almost like a battle between my mind and something in my mind, telling me to not tell her. Not sure what it was. 

"Asma you are very mean." I scowled back at her. She raised her eyebrows as she let a cheeky smile slip. "Come on, why don't you just tell me. I already have my axe ready. I am willing to torture whoever did this to you." she snickered, looking out of the window. I shook my head. If she finds out it was Nadine and her friends, she will most probably torture them, not by herself but with Thiagos and Liams help. The feeling of knowing they could die because of me made me sick to my stomach. The door suddenly flew open and Chesco stormed in. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." he rubbed the back of his neck. He hesitated to look at us, and just walked to the window. He stood there for a few moments and turned around. I shot Asma a confused look and she did the same.

"Who did this to you?" he asked, slightly angry. "I don't remember." I shrugged, pressing my lips together. "Liar." he scowled, causing me to open my mouth in shock. "I have been telling her, she doesn't want to tell me." Asma complained throwing her hands in the air. They wouldn't give up. "Ouch!" I whined in pain, their attention shifting for me. They eventually stopped asking. "Oh god, are you all right?" Cupping my face with his cold hands, he looked into my eyes deeply. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to rest." I mumbled lying back. It worked successfully. "Are you comfortable? Do you need anything? I will get you food." Asma stood up from the bed and marched out of the room.

I was left with Chesco, alone. Silence filled the room and he just stood next to the bed. He slowly sat down on it, the bed lifting because of his weight. "Why are you trying to protect them?" he suddenly asked, angry. "What?" I questioned confused as to why he thought I was trying to protect them. I was protecting them in some way though. I just didn't want to admit it. Tugging on the blanket, his eyes pierced into mine, making me nervous. "Don't act all confused Lara, I now you are trying to protect him." he tugged even tighter on the blanket causing his knuckles to go white.

"Protect who?" 

"Thiago." he snapped furiously, making me flinch. The fact he thought Thiago did this to me, made me feel like it was actually true. Maybe not because he wanted to, but because Nadines jealousy was bigger than her empathy. It made me feel like a burden because Chesco thought it was Thiago. Even though my hatred for him was bigger than my love for him, I couldn't let Chesco talk like that about him. But I also couldn't show him that I cared about Thiago. 

"Well, you guessed wrong. It was not Thiago." I nudged him lightly. He looked at from the corner of his eye. "Then who?" 

"You can't get me to tell you Chesco." I mumbled calmly, pulling the blanket out of his grasp. "Stop defending him." he grumbled, disgust plastered on his face. "I'm not." I nudged him a bit harder this time. The door opened and Asma came in, startled. "Mr. Martinez is home, Chesco needs to go or else he will kill him." She warned us worryingly, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "He can't kill Chesco, I am his protector. Right Chesco?"

I smiled cheekily nudging him again. "I don't need anyone to protect me." He snapped angrily, getting on his feet. I shrugged and just let him do whatever he wanted. I gasped when I heard heavy steps approaching the room, Asma covered her mouth with her hand. The door flew open, giving sight of Thiago. He was shocked when he saw that Chesco was here as well. "We can explain." Asma shouted, grinning awkwardly. Thiago ignored Asma and stared at Chesco aggressively.