Katrina Grey has always steered clear out of drama's way seeing to the fact that she has a secret, and with the constant changes in society, that secret might emotionally and physically destroy her or save the lives of those who she loves.
But one...
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A/N : There is an annoying glitch in the system of Wattpad so if the story doesn't end with '~Mehek' then the chapter you are currently viewing is incomplete.
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Xavier falls down, his lean body hitting the ground and I stand there just watching him fall.
My hands fly up to my mouth in disbelief as I see the sword that was dipped in Finis impaled in his back.
"No," I scream and fall to my knees.
I capture his face in my hands, begging him to come back to where I am and not leave me. Not now. Can't afford to lose you too babe.
Come back.
My eyes meet up to Theo's and I get up, not caring about anything around me. My hands fly upto my back and I fall, my fist meeting the ground before my body does and I Shatter What Is Left. Cracks appear and Theodore looks scared and he should be because I am not someone who you can mess with. The ground quakes as my tears hit the ground and I scream.
I scream so loud that the air starts gushing faster making the soft breeze a non-forgiving gale. The wind makes my hair blow to the side.
Everyone takes a step and the air blows more harshly making the dust rise up and suddenly a storm appears around Theo, Xavier's limp body and I. My eyes turning the same shade as the night and I break free, finally feeling alive.
I break free off the chains surrounding me and Theodore looks scared. I can feel it but he doesn't show.....
I wake up because of my phone vibrating and thank the Heavens that I what I just dreamt - no what I just saw wasn't real.
Checking my phone fully alarmed, I relax when I see Mr. Bad Boy calling me. Then realization hits me. Why is Xavier calling me at three in the bloody morning?
I pick up the phone unsure of what I'm doing and answer it, "Xavier."
"Katrina," the voice on the other end slurs, "You're beautiful."
"Are you drunk?" I ask because Xavier would have never called me this late at night.
"Yes, but that's not a problem. The problem is - "
"- Where are you?" I ask getting up from my bed and head down stairs.
"Hailee's Bar," he slurs and I wear my shoes taking the keys of my car all at one time. I sit in the car home saying that he needs to hold on just a bit more.
