Warning: This chapter contains violence and abuse.
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.
I grumpily opened the car door, which was unlocked and sank into my seat. Who the hell was he? How dare he say those things to me? If I had the energy to walk home all the way, I would.
A few minutes later, Greyson got into the car. I ignored him, his presence annoyed me to my core. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but after a moment of tense silence; he started the car and drove smoothly down the street.
How did everything spiral out of control so quickly?
Not long after, the car came to a stop in front of my apartment, I mumbled a small thank you and tried to get out of there as fast as I could. As I was getting out of the car, "Eli." He called out after me.
No, I didn't want to hear what he had to say.
"I know that you don't want to listen to anything I have to say, but I'm sorry. All that I said was uncalled for and I really didn't mean to hurt you, that's the last thing I ever want to do. I-I was hurt when you left in the morning without telling me, I know that's no excuse." He took a deep breath, "My point is, I'm extremely sorry for what I said."
I looked at him for the first time since he got into the car; his eyes shone with sincerity, and it seemed like he actually regretted it. I nodded and got out of the car without another word. I might seem calm on the surface, but on the inside there was a storm raging. Glad to know I'm not the only one that's affected.
Once I reached my apartment complex, I heard the sound of the car starting up and driving away. My traitorous little heart skipped a beat at the small gesture.
I walked up to my apartment. Sighing, I removed the magazines that was haphazardly hanging on the letter plate of the door. As I walked in, a feeling of security and exhaustion washed over me. Chucking the magazines on the coffee table, I plopped down on my couch.
My gaze fell on a familiar yet not-so-familiar face, my brother. Christian White.
His face was plastered on the cover of the magazine; the flashy headline displayed that he was one of the most successful business men dominating the market at the moment in the production and sale of aeronautical equipment with his company Halcyon.
I still admired him for his perseverance and tenacity. When we were little, he always dreamed of building his own company, with his own blood, sweat and tears. He also mockingly promised me that once he achieved it, he would make me his assistant. He was a superhero in my naive eyes; I was more than happy to just be beside him.
Shaking away those thoughts, I got up and went to my bathroom, hoping for a quick shower. I stripped out of the yesterday's clothes and got in. Relishing in the feel of the water on my body, I stood under the shower for a few extra minutes, letting everything flow out with the water and down the drain.
Dressing into one of Jacob's old shirts, which he gladly let me have, and my comfy shorts. I fell onto the bed, letting the fatigue take over.
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It was so dark. It was always so dark.
I was still stuck in the dark room, the one which I gradually grew accustomed to. My body ached and my head was throbbing.
The door swung open with a bang and the small bulb that hung overhead was switched on. The small bulb emitted a small amount of light, but the corners were still shrouded with darkness that wouldn't hide me from what was about the come.
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