Chapter-9: Staying

Sya's POV:

I was lying in my bed to get a 'good night’s sleep' as quoted by Kane. The thought of his handsome face brought a smile to my face.

The way he cares about me, the way he smiles, his cute acts that make my heart go on a crazy frenzy, and his gorgeous eyes always luring me into their depth. Whenever I'm with him how I forget every pain of my life is really amazing. I never thought that someone would actually make me feel so special.

However, does he really feel special about me? Or is this only me reading too much into things because no person has ever treated me so nicely? Even in school, everyone would freak out as soon as they'd see me. No guy has ever treated me nicely. Oh, come on Sya! Treated?! No guy has ever even talked to you!

Ouch! Well, that hurt! I mentally rolled my eyes. But now, when someone is treating me nicely that doesn't mean he likes me. Yeah, right! He doesn't look stupid enough to like someone like me. Especially after knowing that I'm being abused by a guy called John, who he doesn’t even know.

The thought caused a pang in my chest. My heart seemed to shatter. What if he hates me now that he knows how broken and what a coward I am? I hadn't realized that hot tears were streaming down my face. I shouldn't feel like this!

My chain of thoughts was broken and fear rushed through my veins once again when I heard a click. Someone was opening my bedroom door and hearing that, I immediately shut my eyes pretending to sleep. I was in no mood to hear any nagging or name-calling. I already felt like crap Helena and John didn't need to add to that.

I heard the door open and then shut behind the person. My body stiffened but I stayed where I was. Be brave Sy. You can do this. I heard footsteps and quickly figured that the person was now near my bed. A shiver ran down my spine when I realized that one more person was now present in my room except for me. Fear raced through my veins as the possibilities of something horrible happening ran through my mind.

Suddenly I felt my heart stop for a second at what happened next. data-p-id=d5a809511cc4c90521cc4a9865569b8e,I felt someone caress the side of my face and I bolted up on my bed. A young man was standing near the side of my bed, grinning. Amusement flickered through his eyes upon seeing my bewildered expression.

"Easy little one. I won't bite. Not yet," his voice was low and husky. I cringed at his use of the endearment ‘little one'. I have a sick feeling about this.

“W-who are you? W-what a-are you doing h-here?” I said, trying to sound angry but my voice was visibly choked with fear. The guy merely shrugged and casually sat on the bed. I immediately pulled myself back to keep some distance between him and me. He seemed to enjoy this.

"My name is Elijah,” he continued, his voice hoarse as he eyed my body. “My dear friend Johnny said that I can spend as much time tonight with you as I want." It caused a sickening feeling to settle in my stomach. If I would say that I was disgusted by this then it would be an understatement. Because my insides were screaming to slap this bastard sitting here on my bed and then kill John with my bare hands.

"GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! I don't know what sick deal you and that bastard made but it's not happening! NOW GET OUT!" I yelled at him at the top of my lungs. I was now shaking with rage. That jerk! He thinks he can sell me! That lowly bitch!

Elijah chuckled at my outburst as if I had just cracked a very funny joke. “Feisty. Exactly my type. I knew you were worth the money I paid. Bless you, John-John.”

This caused the rage to reach its peak and I realized I had already slapped him. My hands really seemed to have their own mind. Like seriously, they do it often, don’t they?

His facial expression turned from an amused one to an angry one. Apparently, I was a little too feisty for his liking. He grabbed my throat and threw me on the bed, holding me in a choke-hold

"If I was you, I wouldn't have done that. I was thinking of having some fun with you first. But now, I think I should simply do the work I came for." And with that, he increased the pressure around my throat, and air was chocked out of my lungs. My head started spinning as I could feel my consciousness slipping away. Tears filled my eyes as I struggled to breathe but Elijah's hands were too strong. I could barely move. I suddenly started having visions.

Of Hannah.

Of Kane. Kane's face looked at me with determination. “You can do it Sya! You can survive. You're not a victim, you're a fighter!” he seemed to yell. Hannah's face came into view. She was crying. “Don't give up Sya! There are people who care for you! Don't give up, please!”

I willed myself and pushed my hand to reach the nightstand in hopes to grab something, anything! I got hold of a photo frame which was probably my last picture with Mom and Dad before they died. But at that time, the only thing important to me was to save my life. For my friends. For myself. I had to live.

I clutched the photo frame tightly in my hand. My lungs were burning and my throat was begging to let air in. With the last ounce of strength that I could muster, I smashed it against his head. The frame glass broke and blood began to stream down the side of his face. His grip around my throat loosened and I took that chance to shove him off of me. I kicked him in the stomach. He fell to the floor with a loud thud and before he could get up I bolted out of the room and down the stairs, ready to pull the door open and get out of this hell.

John was standing near the door with a shocked expression after seeing me coming down the stairs in a rush. Yes bitch! Your plan didn't succeed!

It was a now or never moment. Either I’ll be caught and killed here by this damn bastard or I’ll get out of this miserable pit-hole once and for all. For some reason, the thought of dying here wasn’t that appealing now unlike back then. I wanted to live for myself, for someone.

I charged straight towards him which surprised him as he wasn't expecting me to be that bold. Taking advantage of his stunned state, I pushed him away from the door and opened it wide to get out of there. He tried to grab my arm but I dodged him and began to run on the street like a madwoman. Obviously, no sane person would run on the road at midnight.

I didn't realize I had been running for quite a while now and was far away from that house. I frowned at the thought of that hell.

Now, where am I supposed to go? I don't know where Hannah lives and I don't even have my phone. Heck! I am not even wearing any shoes! Where will I go now?

I was beyond scared. Who wouldn't in such a bizarre situation. My body stiffened and began to shake with fear when I heard footsteps behind me. Oh shit! They found me! They found me! There is no way I can run from them! Serves me right for being cocky.

I began to panic and my body was trembling. A hand grabbed me by the elbow, rather gently for it to be John, and spun me around. I decided not to close my eyes and stare death right in the face when utter shock took over my features. It wasn't John or Elijah or Helena or some druggie. It was Kane! He was the one who'd grabbed me.

"K-Kane?" I choked out in disbelief. I looked at him, not sure if I had imagined him being there or if he really was there. Am I dreaming?

"Sya." As soon as I heard my name roll out of his perfect lips, a wave of relief washed over me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek against his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around me in a protective manner which helped in calming my shaking body down a bit. Sparks erupted throughout my body making my mind dizzy. The relief was so overwhelming that I broke down in his arms. I was sobbing uncontrollably at this point. He started rubbing my back in a soothing manner, nuzzling his face in my hair.

"Sshhh! It's okay. I'm here now, I've got you, it's okay," he whispered in my hair and I couldn’t help the loud sob that escaped my lips. I pulled back a little from him so I could stare deeply into his beautiful eyes which were swirling full of emotion. Some I understood such as worry, care, and anger. But there was something more than that. Something I couldn't quite understand.

I couldn't think straight in my bewildered state and said something I was sure I would regret later.

"C-can I stay at your place?" I asked. A moment of hesitation passed through his eyes but they immediately brightened with, hope?

He smiled. That beautiful, heart-stopping, gorgeous smile and said.

"You will be staying with me from now on," he said enthusiastically. I nodded, not thinking straight at all. I had no home from then on so I decided to lean on Kane for support because he was the only one who'd found me out at this time. As we began to walk, his words began to come back to me.

'You will be staying with me from now on?' What does he mean by “now on”?

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