The One That Got Away

.thirteen.

"Sometimes it takes a heartbreak to shake us awake & help us see we are worth so much more than we're settling for."

- MANDY HALE

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Where am I.

The first question I asked to myself, when I woke up with a severe headache. I could feel every vein inside my brain burning.

I roamed my eyes around the room, only to find plain white wall with a few pictures hanging. No closet, no table, nothing. Just a round bed I was seated on.

Wait, am I being kidnapped? Fuck, last night, he was there. He saw me. Damn, he knows I'm alive.

Getting up from the bed, I tried to run, but the headache wasn't helping. If i'm kidnapped by him, can he kill me already? I don't want to be around him, not after all that he did to me two years back. He doesn't like me, he played his games.

"If this is your fucking game and if you've kidnapped me, let me warn you, I know some karate moves." Oh shoot, what am I even speaking? Does he care if I know karate? Will that be the first question asked by him? No, he'll just try to get in my head and know why I did what I did.

I heard footsteps and I prepared to defend myself, taking a pillow in my hand. Man, this pillow is soft. As if he was going to get hurt with this pillow. But maybe I can get some time to run away.

The face was revealed and I yelled closing my eyes. I was fucking scared of the person.

"Woah, Sophia. Chill." I heard a husky voice. I opened my right eye only to find a new face in front of me, having a worried look on his face. Opening both the eyes, I examined the guy, he wore a black T-shirt, of course trying to show off his invisible abs under the T-shirt. Man, he is muscular.

Wait, how the hell does he know my name?

"You're not Chris. Who the fuck are you?" I asked, panicking, but felt good at the same moment, because he wasn't Chris. That means, there is no danger to my life. What Chris did in the past, I can never forget that. He was an asshole and if ever he found me, he won't spare a chance to hurt me again.

"Who is Chris?" The guy asked. "I knew you wouldn't remember me, I'm Andrew. We met in the club last night." He stated.

Andrew! Club? Wait, did we...?

"Don't make that face. Nothing happened between us." He answered to my unasked question. "How do you know what I was thinking?" I asked, placing the pillow on the bed. If this guy is here, this must be his place and he definitely won't adore me throwing a pillow on his handsome face.