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."

washes over me, silent tears streaming down my face as Trevor

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

This is it . . . my chance

at a time, locking myself in my room. I don't feel safe. I grab my phone off the side, the screen brightly lit up with a

Where are

reply, my fingers shaking in

me, he's trying to

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

on my way, pack a bag

I do as Jake says, grabbing 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 the pile before zipping it up. My hands are trembling and

know where I live. I reach

out in frustration, letting

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POV -

wrong when she doesn't show up to the park. I'd 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

scan the words and my grip on the phone tightens as I feel the anger curse through my body. The urge to break every bone in Trevor's worthless body grows stronger by