I was stuck in the past until you came along.

i was stuck in the past until you came along.'19

Hey, guys! So i know this is a bit short, but i'll make the next chap longer :D! Hope you enjoy!!!

Cherri’s P.O.V

For a while I muted all the signs of screaming and groaning in the background. If there were a possibility that you could create your own pattern to the way that your life functioned, would you not take it? The opportunity to change fate and hold destiny within your own hands, if not presented with the option would you take it? Some times reality feels like a chord whipping and repeating the same notion over and over and that’s why life becomes so predictable. At the same time infuriating.

Why the patterns become vaguely familiar and we're left staring straight ahead wondering what if... But If we were able to change it all would we not posses the chance? It's about conduct, they say. About the way things work and how they should be, but no one truly favors the rule. No one carves the desire to follow the institution of following those commands, because somewhere distant within our selves we know that this command is foolish, that’s what I feel every time I'm with him. Because I know somewhere deep in my soul that this is where I'm meant to be. Although, now as the time ticks there was an odd sensation penetrating through me that maybe this was wrong and my moral compass had broken and led me in the wrong direction. As suddenly as I'd thought it, he'd appeared. He was always a man of fine class and color. He smirked at me and it brought about an odd chill to me. "How are we today, dearest?"

I didn't answer. A part of me couldn't. I felt restrained to do so. Perhaps my logical sense was kicking in now. I still hate you. I thought solemnly to myself. As if reading my thoughts, he grinned. "Ah, you always look so disgusted whenever you think of me." I sneered at this.

"At least you can tell between the lines of disgust & favoritism." I answered sarcastically.

"Along the lines." He agreed with some fervor. I hadn't noticed the way he'd leaned into me with interest. Why was it bluntly obvious now that he repulsed me down to my core or maybe it was the fact that I had people in my life guiding me in the right direction.

"When am I going to be released?" I cringed as he chuckled.

"This is a war, you don't get to know information like that." He used a superior tone.

"Evan!" I snapped. "What's going on?" I cried, but he wouldn't answer me. Again the dream rippled away. I woke up in Rubin's arms. He was staring at the ceiling.

"Morning." He mumbled.

"Morning." I yawned and stretched. "What happened?" I asked gravely.

He gave me a grim look. "We tried to break down the fight lines, but Evan escaped." He said bitterly.

" I had a dream that Evan held me as prisoner." I said softly. Rubin didn't answer, but I could tell it wasn't a dream now. It was a memory...

"It's part of the agreement." Rubin answered my unspoken question.

"How can I just be tossed back and forth like property?"

He turned to me with a serious face. "Because in this war you are." I couldn't describe the chill that crept through my body as I heard those words. This couldn't be happening, I'm just a simple girl. Why would this being happening to me? Especially now?

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“So I won’t be attending school anymore?” I asked nervously as I raked my brain for calming thought. Rubin shook his head. “What about my parents!?!” I asked hysterically.

Rubin bit his lip and lowered his eyes. “They’re under the impression that you’re still at school.” He said.

I felt a ping of panic serge through me. “What’s going to happen?”

He inched closer to me until there was no space between us. His entire body was pressed against mine. I felt heat course through me, but I tried not to focus on what he was doing to me. “It’ll all be taken care of, Cherri.”

“How?” I was barely to speak. My voice sounded like a shattered whisper.

“They’ll receive a letter from school explaining that you’ve been selected to an honors program to explore Europe and learn. I’ll manipulate their thoughts so they’ll agree-” I cut him off as I made sense of what he’d just said.

“You can manipulate thoughts?” I asked.

He looked worried as he nodded. “Yes, but that’s besides the point.” He tried to recover.

I raised my hands to his chest. “And if they agree, what happens next?” I said taking a shaky breath.

He snaked his hand around my waist and the other on my cheek. He gave me a composed look before pressing his lips to mine. I couldn’t help myself. I kissed him back letting him nibble on my bottom lip.

Shortly he broke the kiss, but kept his forehead against mine. His shifted his eyes up to mine. “We run.”

*Dun, dun, dun!!!* (Dramatica music) So i'll start working on the next part tomorrow! hopefully have some actual time to really write!

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