D a n g e r (No new Updates! New version published!)

Danger

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Melxx

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          Standing in front of the door, my shaky hands made contact with the cold door handle. Due the coldness I felt regrading from the handle, my braveness faded away. Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I made a move to open the door though I couldn't bring myself to do so. Why was I so weak? I was so close this time. So close. Shaking my head as the memories that kept me captivated in this house for so long, completely out of the world, I heard his voice.

          "Do it for mom Chloe. She wouldn't like to see you moping around. Do it for her." 

          The encouraging words of my older brother, Carter, were replying itself over and over again in my head. Like a recording on replicate. The braveness that took months to capture guided all of my movements. Taking a deep breath, I turned the door handle to the world I've been avoiding for so long. The pounding of my heart got quicker with every step I took.

          This was it, I thought to myself.

          I tugged a strand of my golden brown hair behind my ear as my crystal blue eyes were hungrily taking in the view in front of me. For how long had I been avoiding all of this? The smell of freshly baked bread mixed with the smell of coffee of the coffee shop coming across from my apartment. People walking hurriedly to work in the busy filled morning streets of London. A woman, enunciating curse words loudly for other people to hear due the bus she had to take, drove off right in front of her. A weak smile was curling at the corner of my lips whilst my eyes were lingering at the two little children walking together hand in hand, a boy and a girl.

          My eyes shifted from the children up to the sky as a cold breeze hit me unexpectedly. Hugging myself tightly, I noticed the grayish clouds coming closer. Looking around once again, my legs moved towards the coffee shop as I made my decision on where to go. The smell of coffee filled my nostril the closer I got. Walking through the already open doors, I walked up to stand in line.

          "Have a nice day." I smiled warmly towards the old lady behind the counter, taking my coffee.

         Taking a sip, I felt the warmth flooding through my body, relaxing me in process. After settling down on a bench, I continued to watch the people passing by. I felt glad at myself for finally overcoming my fear, glad for escaping the misery. 

          Not entirely sure of how long I've spend outside, though it did occur to me that it was long due the dark clouds surrounding the sky, my legs directed me in the direction of my apartment. The ring tone of my phone filled the quiet streets with noise suddenly, startling me. Looking at the ID Caller, I prepared myself for the speech that was about to ensue from my brother.

          "Hello?" I sighed, going at a quicker pace than before.

        "Chloe? Where are you? I've been trying to reach you hours ago! Do you have any idea of how worried I am? Chloe? Are you even listening to me? Where are you? I'll pick yo-"

        "Carter, I'm fine. I'm on my way home right now, don't worry." I was aware of his attempts at reaching me through phone calls. Yet I didn't respond to any of them, obviously. I wanted to take my time, with no one around me, no one to worry about. I just wanted to be alone and let him have his free time as well with no burden.

          "Okay.. just be here, quickly." I could imagine him pacing around the room, pinching the bridge of his nose as he spoke.

           It hadn't been always like that. Him being the overly overprotective concerned bother. Sure, my brother always made it quite clear that I was his little sister. Everywhere we went to, he made sure that no one looked at me the wrong way, that no one hurt me. I've always been tired of it due his over protectiveness caused my free time with my friends to hang out with to a minimum. Though it didn't occur to me that it could any worse than that, but it did. His excuse growing up quickly, being the way that he is now is because of me. He took it as his main duty to be there for me. He used to spend everyday with his friends, with his girlfriend and all of that? He gave all of that up for his pathetic little sister who couldn't get over the incident as fast as him. 

          I took away his life. I took away his friends. I took away the first love of my brother. 

          I hate myself for this, I've never wanted to go things the way they are now. My brother wanted to live his life fully. He used to tell me all of the things he wanted to do as we were younger. And now I, the one who used to encourage him to do whatever he want to, held him back.

          Sudden footsteps behind me snapped me out of my thoughts and only then I noticed my blurry vision due my watery eyes. Wiping away the tears that dreaded to fall with the sleeve of my coat, I continued walking at a fast pace. Anxiety built itself at the pity of my stomach as the footsteps continued to follow me. I've always been the paranoid type of person. I've made a rule for myself to never walk alone during night time and today, I just broke that rule. Quickening my pace so I was in for a jog now, realization dawned on me that the person for sure was following me due the close footsteps behind me.

        Hugging myself tightly, I looked around frantically in hope to find someone if anything would happen. To my dismay, I saw no single soul. The feeling of trepidation filled me now completely. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I quickly dialed Carter's number, though it fell from my hand before I could hit the call button and the occurrence happened.

          I was being pinned up against a wall roughly, causing me to wince as my back made contact with the cold wall behind me. Before I could register what was happening, I felt a body pressing itself tightly onto mine, leaving no space between us. My breath hitched in my throat and my eyes went wide, searching for whatever was too close on me desperately. The second my eyes met the jack black hair right beside my face, I felt the person breathe in deeply.

          "You smell so good." A husky voice growled into my ear. Shivers uncontrollably went down my spine. My attempts at escaping him failed miserably, due him pressing his body onto mine more as I tried so. I felt his hot breath travelling along my jaw line. Shuddering, I tried to move. A deep chuckle filled my ears as I felt his grip on my wrist tighten.

          "Leave me alone." A whimper escaped my lips as I felt him sucking on my neck.

         "What's your name?" He nibbed against my collar bone. Disgusted, I tried to wiggle out of his tight grip. Noticing my struggling, he pushed himself closer to myself.

          "Please." My weak protest came out as whisper. Somehow, I managed to get my right wrist free from his firm grip. Putting my hand on his chest as an attempt to show him away, all I earned was a throaty groan from him. Aware of his capability to do what he wanted to, I gulped in fear.

          "Chloe.. I.. Chloe." Struggling to find the right words, the hope of him letting me go by telling him my name didn't vanish.

         "Chloe." He tasted my name out with his husky voice. I felt distaste towards him but more importantly, I felt disenchantment with myself. I was weak. Just a pathetic girl from London, too weak to defend herself.

          "You're mine now." He growled one last time in my ear, breathing in deeply once again. Without another word he pushed himself back, giving me a clear view of his face as he walked away.