Tangled Love

The blade glistens in front of my eyes. I immediately silence, my body frozen in place.

"Please don't do this," I plead, my throat closing over until it's hard to breathe. His hand grips onto me and shoves me against the wall forcefully.

"You can beg me all you like, I hated you from the minute I laid eyes on you." Trevor hisses, the blade growing closer to me. I scream out loud, my frightened yells bouncing off the walls and floating around us. I reach up, scratching at his hold so that I can escape.

It only causes him to hold on tighter.

The cool feeling of the blade pressing against my throat silences my screams for help and I whimper, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Mum will never forgive you," I whisper, desperately searching his cold eyes for any sign of human sympathy. Cold black bottomless pits stare back at me and I blink, tearing my eyes off him. It's no use, he's a monster.

"Your mother hates you too." He hisses in my face, the blade pressing further into my skin. Any further force and I know it'll eventually pierce the tender skin. I suck in a sharp breath, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. Hot tears stream down my cheeks and I have no option but to continue begging for my life.

A knock on the front door causes Trevor to freeze, growing silent. He clamps his hand over my mouth, muffling out the whimpers coming from me.

"Don't say a word or I'll kill you."

my face

vision blurred from my tears. My legs are shaking underneath my weight, threatening to give in

. .

safe. I grab my phone off the side, the screen brightly lit up with a text from

Where are

I quickly reply, my fingers shaking in fear.

he's trying to kill me.

quickly, my chest heaving with heavy sobs. My phone pings straight

I'm on my way, pack a bag Muffin.

the biggest bag I own before throwing in clothes, shoes, makeup and my school work. I place the photo of me and my dad on top of

It suddenly dawns on me that Jake doesn't know where I live. I reach for my phone again and ring

yell out in frustration, letting out a scream.

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POV -

written her that note because I knew she'd probably forget and I need to see her again. I didn't want her to leave this morning but it took everything I had to stand back and let her go knowing what happens inside

out, glancing at the screen. My eyes scan the words and my grip on the phone tightens as I feel the anger curse through my body. The urge to