15 Chapter 15 |Anabella's POV|

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I pace back and forth looking for a way to pacify the storm brewing inside of me.

Everytime I overthink like this before I sleep, memories visit me in the form of nightmares, or sweet memories that always end up with tragedy.

But the thing is, I'm never able to stop the flow of memories, when the dam holding them in gets just a crack, they just burst out.

Obviously pacing isn't stopping them, they only get more gruesome.

I walk to the window and look up,

The stars, sometimes I wish I were a star, they don't have to live through a cruel life, they just.... exist, pretty and perfect.

My dad bought me a telescope when I was nine.....

Oh no, everything seems to take me back to the unsolicited memory lane.

I can already tell that this is one of those nights, the ones when I don't fall asleep or I do but wake up too soon from nightmares.

Light bulb!

I walk into my bathroom and pull open a drawer I've tried so long to avoid, they revealed just what I needed

Ambien

I grimace, remembering several times I overdosed on sleeping pills.

Taking a ten milligram tablet with me, to go downstairs to take a cup of water to swallow the pill with, after locking the front door and crossing my fingers, I hope he won't be home before I wake up

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Moments later, I lay on my bed the sedatives finally taking effect on me as my eyes start to droop, I welcome long awaited the drug induced sleep with open arms as it swallows me whole.

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I knew it was a dream but I just can't wake up no matter how hard I try, I try to turn away from the unfolding scene, to which I already know the end, but once again futile as it seems my eyes are unmovable glued to the gruesome sight.

I watch all over again as eleven year old me is raped, my female pride taken away from me by a man I was asked to call 'father'.

No matter how many times I see this scene in my nightmares,it just never gets old, same effect, shivering, tears....all alone,no one there for me.

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I jump right out of my dream into reality, but my brain is still six years backwards as it pumps adrenaline through my body my heart going on overdrive. My head throbbing from crying, I feel like a shivering mess

I try to calm myself down, how I always do.

One, breathe in

Two breathe out

Three breathe in

After I've successfully calmed down,I try to raise my right hand to massage my throbbing head, but I feel something warm a heavy on it, it feels nice and soothing.

But what in the world is that,I look down and right on my palm, is another hand I'm holding.

A hand!?

Panic slowly overtakes me all over again as I slowly trail my vision upwards.

It snapped when I took in the face, at the first second I'm relaxed thankful it's not James only Ethan.

Wait a minute... Ethan!

Then it finally registers In my brain, I jump off the bed and right to the opposite side of the room letting out a shrill scream

I'm confused, how did he get here,why is he here, when did he get here?

"W-what...a-are.... h-how.. w-when" I struggle to make a coherent sentence as panic clouds my mind.

He doesn't answer,he doesn't move, if any thing his gaze became more scrutinizing,I press myself to the wall hoping to just disappear... but nope.

"I heard you scream,so I came in through the window" he starts, standing up and gaging my reaction,he continues. "Who are you".

"W-what d-do..."

"Anabella,stop it... just stop, I know I may be asking to much but just give me the whole truth" he says walking towards me and bending to my level.

I flinch,my fear paralyzed body not being able to conjure up any more movement.

"What...who petrifies you like this" his voice softer as he stares intently at me.

I squirm uncomfortably under his watchful gaze, looking everywhere but him.

"You can't keep it all bottled up, I may not be able to help, but I promise you'll feel much better"

I look down, not knowing what to do, my back against the wall, literarily and figuratively.

My eyes widen as I feel his index finger underneath my jaw, as he tilts my head upwards.

As soon as my eyes meet his, I can feel my resolve weakening.

His stormy gray blue eyes penetrate mine as I get lost in it.

"Anabella" he says softly again,

"Trust me".

That's all it takes. My walls of defense are still high up,

But I think he found the back door.



"So what do we have Cole" a balding slightly obsess man says in a gruff voice whilst swinging back and forth on his huge chair.

"Here's some background data I gathered boss" he says handing him a file. "It was very hard boss, the girl has no damn social life, I even found out she has no friends" he continues feeling proud of himself.

"Good" he answers not looking up from the papers he's reading, "That makes it so much easier" he says cracking into a smirk.

"Get me the team, and come in with them" he says pulling out a drawer and disposing the papers after which he locks it with a key.

"Yes boss, immediately" the young man states bowing slightly before leaving.

"It's show time" he says then breaks into a sadistic laughing fit while twirling the key around his index finger.