Chapter 13
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<▪▪Mustang▪▪>
Julius's POV.
I did not remember how I returned to the motel, but here I was sitting on my bed with the hugest headache I'd ever had as the sun's goddamned rays, kissed my bloody face.
I reached for my phone which was carelessly lying on the ground. I checked the time and raised my eyebrows in shock. It was three in the afternoon. My eyes then widened at the three missed calls I had from none other than Sam an hour ago.
I hurried to unlock my phone and call her.
"Hello?" A timid voice replied after the first ring. "Romeo?"
"Yes." I said, clearing my throat in hope it'd change my 'I-just-woke-up' voice. "How are you?" I asked.
"Can we meet?" She asked urgently and I raised my eyebrows.
"Yes Certainly. Wherever and whenever you are free." I said, glancing around the room for any weird occurrences. I then noticed my gun lying carelessly on the floor. My eyes widened at that. Me, not being able to remember what happened yesterday, was obviously a disaster. It was very reckless of me. I didn't even remember how the gun, that was tucked in my back pocket, ended up on the floor. It was a must that I ensured I knew where my gun was in case of an emergency.
"Okay. Can we meet at the park?" She requested politely. "There's only one park here that's close to the uni. Do you know it?" She sounded terribly distressed and I narrowed my eyes curiously.
"I do," I said with a heavy sigh as I reached for my gun and placed it next to me on the bed.
"Okay. I'll be waiting for you in an hour. And please, don't be late." She then hung up.
I then lowered my phone and stared at it with raised eyebrows. I didn't expect that.
I got up and looked down only to find my chest still bare with much more drawings than the stars I remembered getting. I was about to open the bathroom's door when I heard the sound of the shower. I took two steps back.
Wait? Did I have someone yesterday? Did I- No. Definitely not.
I then reached for my jacket that was also thrown on the floor and draped it over my back. I then sat at the edge of the bed with a sigh, my lungs aching for a cigarette. I never really had a chance to buy a box after running into Samantha.
I sighed and reached for a half-full water bottle that laid on the floor. I gulped it all down and threw it back on the ground. The washroom's door was swung open and I tried to push down my messy hair, not knowing what to expect.
Then none other than Augustus came out with a towel around his middle.
My jaw hit the floor. What was he doing in my bloody room? It couldn't be anything stupid, could it be?
He was drying his hair when he noticed me staring at him. "I know I'm hot, mate, but I'm straight as a hell." He laughed, but I kept staring in shock. I didn't expect him here. What the hell happened?
He then sat next to me and I looked at curiously.
"What's wrong, mate?" He asked in concern.
"How did you end up here? What in heaven's name happened?" I was trying to make sense of my surroundings.
He then guffawed. "We had the most wonderful sex ever! Don't you remember?" He laughed with a wink.
"What the fu-" I was scowling now.
He laughed more. "Jesus Romeo, I was joking! Take a bloody joke, mate. I'd never do that to myself."
I sighed loudly. "Goodness gracious, that would've been traumatizing," I said, chuckling in relief.
"Why? Am I not your type?" He asked, wriggling his eyebrows.
"It's not that you're not my type-" I shook my head confused. "What am I even saying? Just to clarify matters, I'm not gay."
"What's wrong with being one?" He asked innocently, cocking his head and I smirked.
"Nothing. But I'm just not." I said with a shrug. "Remind me why we're discussing this again?"
He shook his head and made a face.
"Okay. How did we end up being here? I think I must've been too drunk to the extent that I can't remember anything." Too drunk and too stupid. Luck was obviously on my side. Had there been one of Father's men, I would've been done for.
Augustus looked at me with narrowed eyes. "You passed out." He said simply.
"Passed out? How? I don't-"
"You didn't get drunk, but you were pushed into the pool, bled from your wound. A lot. I took you to the hospital. But I guess if you didn't remember how much in pain you were before you passed out, you must've been really drunk too. They gave you an antibiotic that they said you had to take every eight hours. So you have to take it like now." He said pointing at a pill bottle on the bedside table. I found the motel's keys in your pocket with the motel's name. I drove you here and slept here. To be quite honest, it was too cold and I was too tired and drunk to drive my arse back home." He said as I glanced at a brand new patch on the wound. It all seemed unreal.
I then looked at him. "You have a car?" I asked.
"Actually three, but yeah, why?" He said with a smirk.
"Can I borrow it after dropping you at your place?"
"Of course! You're my homie now, mate!" He smiled widely and I nodded.
"Thank you so much. Augustus."
"Hey. Mate. Don't call me Augustus. Like, I actually get offended. Call me August or Gust or something." He said smiling and I nodded.
"Okay. If you insist." I said, raising an eyebrow.
I entered the washroom and stood in front of the sink, my elbows locked and my head down.
I sighed, shook my head and looked up at the mirror in tiredness.
I haven't been feeling myself at all. I felt like the pace of the life I've been living is making everything pass in a blur. The faces were a blur. The memories were a blur. My existence was a bloody blur.
I looked at myself and felt like I was a hundred years older. I had definitely lost weight. My cheeks were hollower, my cheekbones more pronounced and my muscles more defined.
I let my mind drift back to Audrey, how she smelled and felt. Then came father. The one who killed Audrey. I remembered the gun firing, her last muffled scream and cry, and then her warmth leaving her body for good.
I tilted back my head and squeezed shut my eyes.
This wasn't who I am. I did not go to parties. I did not hang out with kids. I did not have fun. I was here on a mission. I needed to keep reminding myself than anyone who got too close to me suffered.
Died even.
Because I had the greatest enemy of the world up against me. My own father. And he would do anything to destroy me. And I couldn't really do anything to him. I really couldn't. After all, he was my father.
Family.
I looked back into the mirror and into my eyes. My dark green eyes that hid a lot of fear in its depth. Fear of father. Fear of my non-existent future. Fear of myself.
I opened the tab with shaky hands and ran water in them. I then splashed it across my face.
I needed to wake up and focus on my real purpose here.
I took a quick shower and dressed up in a shirt and jeans.
I got out and felt my heart in my mouth when I saw Augustus clutching my gun and pointing it at my head.
I looked at him, at his stance and finger arrangement. He looked trained for me. I then watched his platinum blond hair fall over his eyes as he tilted his head to look at me.
"What do you possibly think you're doing?" I asked trying to sound chill.
The worst thing you could do to yourself is show your enemy that you're weak, even if you really were. Acting strong unnerves them. Makes them think that you got back up or a plan B.
"Nothing, actually," he said lowering the gun and grinning. "I haven't held one in a while. Feels good really," he said talking to my gun.
I examined him closely before moving towards my bed relieved. I always had to be alert. And this was very reckless of me. I mean, what if he was really there to kill me or something? I would've been done for.
"Why do you have a gun though?" he asked unloading and reloading it.
"Personal reasons," I said looking down. "You look trained," I commented, averting my eyes to him as he chuckled, throwing the gun on the bed.
"I am. My dad trained me, really," he said.
"Your dad?" I said with a sickening lurch in my stomach. I just remembered father. It wasn't like he wasn't always on my mind. "Why?"
"Well. Personal reasons," he said repeating my phrase and I smirked wondering if we had the same 'personal reasons'.
"Okay. Shall we, you know, go?" he asked after a long silence.
"Oh. Yes. We really should."
So we left and I remember almost stopping dead in my tracks when my eyes first glimpsed his car. It was a black Mustang. A very familiar one.
"Snap out of it!" I saw fingers snap in front of me and I turned to look at Augustus in curiosity.
"Where's your car?" I asked, feigning confusion.
"That black Mustang over there." He pointed at none other than the one I hoped it wasn't.
"Nice car," I commented, trying to get him to talk about it.
"Yeah. My dad gave it to me as a gift for finishing some work for him. Even though, I literally did nothing-" He stopped to chuckle and look at me with a grin. "Pretty cool, huh?"
He then got into the driver's seat as I got into the passenger's seat and studied the car's very familiar detailing.
Yes, it was necessary that I remained vigilant and question the ordinary, but it felt quite stupid applying this concept to a car. Certainly, my car wasn't the last black Mustang of that exact model.
So I relaxed into the leather seat.
"Okay, I'll take me home, then you can take the car and do whatever you want with it." He said enthusiastically, starting the car.
I smirked in response
---
It was half an hour later when Augustus made it home and left me his car.
I knew I was late. So I drove to the park, trying not to think of how much this car was like my car. My car that got Audrey dead. I ignored the scratches on the back seat as if they weren't like the ones Audrey caused when I made love to her in the car.
I ignored it because I couldn't make sense of it and decided that maybe I was being paranoid. Paranoia can cause hallucinations.
I wasn't very convinced by my explanation, but shrugged it off and parked in the parking lot reminding myself of Samantha. I shrugged that off too.
I speed walked past the running, excited children as I looked from one bench to the next. Until I found her sitting on one.
She wore red converse, black leggings, and a long, grey sweater. Her hair was in a messy bun and her face looked terribly pale as she looked at some point on the ground.
"Hello." I interrupted her thoughts softly, causing her to start.
"Romeo." She breathed, eyeing me with...fear? I narrowed my eyes at her in shock. Her composure was the exact opposite of what I remembered.
"And. Okay." She was shaking her head, looking away from me. "It's just that, you're the only one I trust on this-" She stopped to stifle a sob and raise a quivering fist to her lips. I frowned and quickly sat next to her.
"What happened?" I asked urgently. The way she shook, the way her eyes widened at every motion surrounding her and her deeply bitten nails unnerved me completely.
She grabbed my right, uninjured hand and I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked deep into her lost eyes. "I think-" she paused, looked around, then looked back at me with her watery, dark eyes. "I think someone's watching me. I think someone's watching us."
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<▪▪Mustang▪▪>
Julius's POV.
I did not remember how I returned to the motel, but here I was sitting on my bed with the hugest headache I'd ever had as the sun's goddamned rays, kissed my bloody face.
I reached for my phone which was carelessly lying on the ground. I checked the time and raised my eyebrows in shock. It was three in the afternoon. My eyes then widened at the three missed calls I had from none other than Sam an hour ago.
I hurried to unlock my phone and call her.
"Hello?" A timid voice replied after the first ring. "Romeo?"
"Yes." I said, clearing my throat in hope it'd change my 'I-just-woke-up' voice. "How are you?" I asked.
"Can we meet?" She asked urgently and I raised my eyebrows.
"Yes Certainly. Wherever and whenever you are free." I said, glancing around the room for any weird occurrences. I then noticed my gun lying carelessly on the floor. My eyes widened at that. Me, not being able to remember what happened yesterday, was obviously a disaster. It was very reckless of me. I didn't even remember how the gun, that was tucked in my back pocket, ended up on the floor. It was a must that I ensured I knew where my gun was in case of an emergency.
"Okay. Can we meet at the park?" She requested politely. "There's only one park here that's close to the uni. Do you know it?" She sounded terribly distressed and I narrowed my eyes curiously.
"I do," I said with a heavy sigh as I reached for my gun and placed it next to me on the bed.
"Okay. I'll be waiting for you in an hour. And please, don't be late." She then hung up.
I then lowered my phone and stared at it with raised eyebrows. I didn't expect that.
I got up and looked down only to find my chest still bare with much more drawings than the stars I remembered getting. I was about to open the bathroom's door when I heard the sound of the shower. I took two steps back.
Wait? Did I have someone yesterday? Did I- No. Definitely not.
I then reached for my jacket that was also thrown on the floor and draped it over my back. I then sat at the edge of the bed with a sigh, my lungs aching for a cigarette. I never really had a chance to buy a box after running into Samantha.
I sighed and reached for a half-full water bottle that laid on the floor. I gulped it all down and threw it back on the ground. The washroom's door was swung open and I tried to push down my messy hair, not knowing what to expect.
Then none other than Augustus came out with a towel around his middle.
My jaw hit the floor. What was he doing in my bloody room? It couldn't be anything stupid, could it be?
He was drying his hair when he noticed me staring at him. "I know I'm hot, mate, but I'm straight as a hell." He laughed, but I kept staring in shock. I didn't expect him here. What the hell happened?
He then sat next to me and I looked at curiously.
"What's wrong, mate?" He asked in concern.
"How did you end up here? What in heaven's name happened?" I was trying to make sense of my surroundings.
He then guffawed. "We had the most wonderful sex ever! Don't you remember?" He laughed with a wink.
"What the fu-" I was scowling now.
He laughed more. "Jesus Romeo, I was joking! Take a bloody joke, mate. I'd never do that to myself."
I sighed loudly. "Goodness gracious, that would've been traumatizing," I said, chuckling in relief.
"Why? Am I not your type?" He asked, wriggling his eyebrows.
"It's not that you're not my type-" I shook my head confused. "What am I even saying? Just to clarify matters, I'm not gay."
"What's wrong with being one?" He asked innocently, cocking his head and I smirked.
"Nothing. But I'm just not." I said with a shrug. "Remind me why we're discussing this again?"
He shook his head and made a face.
"Okay. How did we end up being here? I think I must've been too drunk to the extent that I can't remember anything." Too drunk and too stupid. Luck was obviously on my side. Had there been one of Father's men, I would've been done for.
Augustus looked at me with narrowed eyes. "You passed out." He said simply.
"Passed out? How? I don't-"
"You didn't get drunk, but you were pushed into the pool, bled from your wound. A lot. I took you to the hospital. But I guess if you didn't remember how much in pain you were before you passed out, you must've been really drunk too. They gave you an antibiotic that they said you had to take every eight hours. So you have to take it like now." He said pointing at a pill bottle on the bedside table. I found the motel's keys in your pocket with the motel's name. I drove you here and slept here. To be quite honest, it was too cold and I was too tired and drunk to drive my arse back home." He said as I glanced at a brand new patch on the wound. It all seemed unreal.
I then looked at him. "You have a car?" I asked.
"Actually three, but yeah, why?" He said with a smirk.
"Can I borrow it after dropping you at your place?"
"Of course! You're my homie now, mate!" He smiled widely and I nodded.
"Thank you so much. Augustus."
"Hey. Mate. Don't call me Augustus. Like, I actually get offended. Call me August or Gust or something." He said smiling and I nodded.
"Okay. If you insist." I said, raising an eyebrow.
I entered the washroom and stood in front of the sink, my elbows locked and my head down.
I sighed, shook my head and looked up at the mirror in tiredness.
I haven't been feeling myself at all. I felt like the pace of the life I've been living is making everything pass in a blur. The faces were a blur. The memories were a blur. My existence was a bloody blur.
I looked at myself and felt like I was a hundred years older. I had definitely lost weight. My cheeks were hollower, my cheekbones more pronounced and my muscles more defined.
I let my mind drift back to Audrey, how she smelled and felt. Then came father. The one who killed Audrey. I remembered the gun firing, her last muffled scream and cry, and then her warmth leaving her body for good.
I tilted back my head and squeezed shut my eyes.
This wasn't who I am. I did not go to parties. I did not hang out with kids. I did not have fun. I was here on a mission. I needed to keep reminding myself than anyone who got too close to me suffered.
Died even.
Because I had the greatest enemy of the world up against me. My own father. And he would do anything to destroy me. And I couldn't really do anything to him. I really couldn't. After all, he was my father.
Family.
I looked back into the mirror and into my eyes. My dark green eyes that hid a lot of fear in its depth. Fear of father. Fear of my non-existent future. Fear of myself.
I opened the tab with shaky hands and ran water in them. I then splashed it across my face.
I needed to wake up and focus on my real purpose here.
I took a quick shower and dressed up in a shirt and jeans.
I got out and felt my heart in my mouth when I saw Augustus clutching my gun and pointing it at my head.
I looked at him, at his stance and finger arrangement. He looked trained for me. I then watched his platinum blond hair fall over his eyes as he tilted his head to look at me.
"What do you possibly think you're doing?" I asked trying to sound chill.
The worst thing you could do to yourself is show your enemy that you're weak, even if you really were. Acting strong unnerves them. Makes them think that you got back up or a plan B.
"Nothing, actually," he said lowering the gun and grinning. "I haven't held one in a while. Feels good really," he said talking to my gun.
I examined him closely before moving towards my bed relieved. I always had to be alert. And this was very reckless of me. I mean, what if he was really there to kill me or something? I would've been done for.
"Why do you have a gun though?" he asked unloading and reloading it.
"Personal reasons," I said looking down. "You look trained," I commented, averting my eyes to him as he chuckled, throwing the gun on the bed.
"I am. My dad trained me, really," he said.
"Your dad?" I said with a sickening lurch in my stomach. I just remembered father. It wasn't like he wasn't always on my mind. "Why?"
"Well. Personal reasons," he said repeating my phrase and I smirked wondering if we had the same 'personal reasons'.
"Okay. Shall we, you know, go?" he asked after a long silence.
"Oh. Yes. We really should."
So we left and I remember almost stopping dead in my tracks when my eyes first glimpsed his car. It was a black Mustang. A very familiar one.
"Snap out of it!" I saw fingers snap in front of me and I turned to look at Augustus in curiosity.
"Where's your car?" I asked, feigning confusion.
"That black Mustang over there." He pointed at none other than the one I hoped it wasn't.
"Nice car," I commented, trying to get him to talk about it.
"Yeah. My dad gave it to me as a gift for finishing some work for him. Even though, I literally did nothing-" He stopped to chuckle and look at me with a grin. "Pretty cool, huh?"
He then got into the driver's seat as I got into the passenger's seat and studied the car's very familiar detailing.
Yes, it was necessary that I remained vigilant and question the ordinary, but it felt quite stupid applying this concept to a car. Certainly, my car wasn't the last black Mustang of that exact model.
So I relaxed into the leather seat.
"Okay, I'll take me home, then you can take the car and do whatever you want with it." He said enthusiastically, starting the car.
I smirked in response
---
It was half an hour later when Augustus made it home and left me his car.
I knew I was late. So I drove to the park, trying not to think of how much this car was like my car. My car that got Audrey dead. I ignored the scratches on the back seat as if they weren't like the ones Audrey caused when I made love to her in the car.
I ignored it because I couldn't make sense of it and decided that maybe I was being paranoid. Paranoia can cause hallucinations.
I wasn't very convinced by my explanation, but shrugged it off and parked in the parking lot reminding myself of Samantha. I shrugged that off too.
I speed walked past the running, excited children as I looked from one bench to the next. Until I found her sitting on one.
She wore red converse, black leggings, and a long, grey sweater. Her hair was in a messy bun and her face looked terribly pale as she looked at some point on the ground.
"Hello." I interrupted her thoughts softly, causing her to start.
"Romeo." She breathed, eyeing me with...fear? I narrowed my eyes at her in shock. Her composure was the exact opposite of what I remembered.
"And. Okay." She was shaking her head, looking away from me. "It's just that, you're the only one I trust on this-" She stopped to stifle a sob and raise a quivering fist to her lips. I frowned and quickly sat next to her.
"What happened?" I asked urgently. The way she shook, the way her eyes widened at every motion surrounding her and her deeply bitten nails unnerved me completely.
She grabbed my right, uninjured hand and I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked deep into her lost eyes. "I think-" she paused, looked around, then looked back at me with her watery, dark eyes. "I think someone's watching me. I think someone's watching us."
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A/N: Dun dun dun dun dun...What do you think?
Love you all from my heart :)
MustangJulius's POV.I did not remember how I returned to the motel, but here I was sitting on my bed with the hugest headache I'd ever had as the sun's goddamned rays, kissed my bloody face.I reached for my phone which was carelessly lying on the ground. I checked the time and raised my eyebrows in shock. It was three in the afternoon. My eyes then widened at the three missed calls I had from none other than Sam an hour ago.I hurried to unlock my phone and call her."Hello?" A timid voice replied after the first ring. "Romeo?""Yes." I said, clearing my throat in hope it'd change my 'I-just-woke-up' voice. "How are you?" I asked."Can we meet?" She asked urgently and I raised my eyebrows."Yes Certainly. Wherever and whenever you are free." I said, glancing around the room for any weird occurrences. I then noticed my gun lying carelessly on the floor. My eyes widened at that. Me, not being able to remember what happened yesterday, was obviously a disaster. It was very reckless of me. I didn't even remember how the gun, that was tucked in my back pocket, ended up on the floor. It was a must that I ensured I knew where my gun was in case of an emergency."Okay. Can we meet at the park?" She requested politely. "There's only one park here that's close to the uni. Do you know it?" She sounded terribly distressed and I narrowed my eyes curiously."I do," I said with a heavy sigh as I reached for my gun and placed it next to me on the bed."Okay. I'll be waiting for you in an hour. And please, don't be late." She then hung up.I then lowered my phone and stared at it with raised eyebrows. I didn't expect that.I got up and looked down only to find my chest still bare with much more drawings than the stars I remembered getting. I was about to open the bathroom's door when I heard the sound of the shower. I took two steps back.Wait? Did I have someone yesterday? Did I- No. Definitely not.I then reached for my jacket that was also thrown on the floor and draped it over my back. I then sat at the edge of the bed with a sigh, my lungs aching for a cigarette. I never really had a chance to buy a box after running into Samantha.I sighed and reached for a half-full water bottle that laid on the floor. I gulped it all down and threw it back on the ground. The washroom's door was swung open and I tried to push down my messy hair, not knowing what to expect.Then none other than Augustus came out with a towel around his middle.My jaw hit the floor. What was he doing in my bloody room? It couldn't be anything stupid, could it be?He was drying his hair when he noticed me staring at him. "I know I'm hot, mate, but I'm straight as a hell." He laughed, but I kept staring in shock. I didn't expect him here. What the hell happened?He then sat next to me and I looked at curiously."What's wrong, mate?" He asked in concern."How did you end up here? What in heaven's name happened?" I was trying to make sense of my surroundings.He then guffawed. "We had the most wonderful sex ever! Don't you remember?" He laughed with a wink."What the fu-" I was scowling now.He laughed more. "Jesus Romeo, I was joking! Take a bloody joke, mate. I'd never do that to myself."I sighed loudly. "Goodness gracious, that would've been traumatizing," I said, chuckling in relief."Why? Am I not your type?" He asked, wriggling his eyebrows."It's not that you're not my type-" I shook my head confused. "What am I even saying? Just to clarify matters, I'm not gay.""What's wrong with being one?" He asked innocently, cocking his head and I smirked."Nothing. But I'm just not." I said with a shrug. "Remind me why we're discussing this again?"He shook his head and made a face."Okay. How did we end up being here? I think I must've been too drunk to the extent that I can't remember anything." Too drunk and too stupid. Luck was obviously on my side. Had there been one of Father's men, I would've been done for.Augustus looked at me with narrowed eyes. "You passed out." He said simply."Passed out? How? I don't-""You didn't get drunk, but you were pushed into the pool, bled from your wound. A lot. I took you to the hospital. But I guess if you didn't remember how much in pain you were before you passed out, you must've been really drunk too. They gave you an antibiotic that they said you had to take every eight hours. So you have to take it like now." He said pointing at a pill bottle on the bedside table. I found the motel's keys in your pocket with the motel's name. I drove you here and slept here. To be quite honest, it was too cold and I was too tired and drunk to drive my arse back home." He said as I glanced at a brand new patch on the wound. It all seemed unreal.I then looked at him. "You have a car?" I asked."Actually three, but yeah, why?" He said with a smirk."Can I borrow it after dropping you at your place?""Of course! You're my homie now, mate!" He smiled widely and I nodded."Thank you so much. Augustus.""Hey. Mate. Don't call me Augustus. Like, I actually get offended. Call me August or Gust or something." He said smiling and I nodded."Okay. If you insist." I said, raising an eyebrow.I entered the washroom and stood in front of the sink, my elbows locked and my head down.I sighed, shook my head and looked up at the mirror in tiredness.I haven't been feeling myself at all. I felt like the pace of the life I've been living is making everything pass in a blur. The faces were a blur. The memories were a blur. My existence was a bloody blur.I looked at myself and felt like I was a hundred years older. I had definitely lost weight. My cheeks were hollower, my cheekbones more pronounced and my muscles more defined.I let my mind drift back to Audrey, how she smelled and felt. Then came father. The one who killed Audrey. I remembered the gun firing, her last muffled scream and cry, and then her warmth leaving her body for good.I tilted back my head and squeezed shut my eyes.This wasn't who I am. I did not go to parties. I did not hang out with kids. I did not have fun. I was here on a mission. I needed to keep reminding myself than anyone who got too close to me suffered.Died even.Because I had the greatest enemy of the world up against me. My own father. And he would do anything to destroy me. And I couldn't really do anything to him. I really couldn't. After all, he was my father.Family.I looked back into the mirror and into my eyes. My dark green eyes that hid a lot of fear in its depth. Fear of father. Fear of my non-existent future. Fear of myself.I opened the tab with shaky hands and ran water in them. I then splashed it across my face.I needed to wake up and focus on my real purpose here.I took a quick shower and dressed up in a shirt and jeans.I got out and felt my heart in my mouth when I saw Augustus clutching my gun and pointing it at my head.I looked at him, at his stance and finger arrangement. He looked trained for me. I then watched his platinum blond hair fall over his eyes as he tilted his head to look at me."What do you possibly think you're doing?" I asked trying to sound chill.The worst thing you could do to yourself is show your enemy that you're weak, even if you really were. Acting strong unnerves them. Makes them think that you got back up or a plan B."Nothing, actually," he said lowering the gun and grinning. "I haven't held one in a while. Feels good really," he said talking to my gun.I examined him closely before moving towards my bed relieved. I always had to be alert. And this was very reckless of me. I mean, what if he was really there to kill me or something? I would've been done for."Why do you have a gun though?" he asked unloading and reloading it."Personal reasons," I said looking down. "You look trained," I commented, averting my eyes to him as he chuckled, throwing the gun on the bed."I am. My dad trained me, really," he said."Your dad?" I said with a sickening lurch in my stomach. I just remembered father. It wasn't like he wasn't always on my mind. "Why?""Well. Personal reasons," he said repeating my phrase and I smirked wondering if we had the same 'personal reasons'."Okay. Shall we, you know, go?" he asked after a long silence."Oh. Yes. We really should."So we left and I remember almost stopping dead in my tracks when my eyes first glimpsed his car. It was a black Mustang. A very familiar one."Snap out of it!" I saw fingers snap in front of me and I turned to look at Augustus in curiosity."Where's your car?" I asked, feigning confusion."That black Mustang over there." He pointed at none other than the one I hoped it wasn't."Nice car," I commented, trying to get him to talk about it."Yeah. My dad gave it to me as a gift for finishing some work for him. Even though, I literally did nothing-" He stopped to chuckle and look at me with a grin. "Pretty cool, huh?"He then got into the driver's seat as I got into the passenger's seat and studied the car's very familiar detailing.Yes, it was necessary that I remained vigilant and question the ordinary, but it felt quite stupid applying this concept to a car. Certainly, my car wasn't the last black Mustang of that exact model.So I relaxed into the leather seat."Okay, I'll take me home, then you can take the car and do whatever you want with it." He said enthusiastically, starting the car.I smirked in response---It was half an hour later when Augustus made it home and left me his car.I knew I was late. So I drove to the park, trying not to think of how much this car was like my car. My car that got Audrey dead. I ignored the scratches on the back seat as if they weren't like the ones Audrey caused when I made love to her in the car.I ignored it because I couldn't make sense of it and decided that maybe I was being paranoid. Paranoia can cause hallucinations.I wasn't very convinced by my explanation, but shrugged it off and parked in the parking lot reminding myself of Samantha. I shrugged that off too.I speed walked past the running, excited children as I looked from one bench to the next. Until I found her sitting on one.She wore red converse, black leggings, and a long, grey sweater. Her hair was in a messy bun and her face looked terribly pale as she looked at some point on the ground."Hello." I interrupted her thoughts softly, causing her to start."Romeo." She breathed, eyeing me with...fear? I narrowed my eyes at her in shock. Her composure was the exact opposite of what I remembered."And. Okay." She was shaking her head, looking away from me. "It's just that, you're the only one I trust on this-" She stopped to stifle a sob and raise a quivering fist to her lips. I frowned and quickly sat next to her."What happened?" I asked urgently. The way she shook, the way her eyes widened at every motion surrounding her and her deeply bitten nails unnerved me completely.She grabbed my right, uninjured hand and I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked deep into her lost eyes. "I think-" she paused, looked around, then looked back at me with her watery, dark eyes. "I think someone's watching me. I think someone's watching us."***A/N: Dun dun dun dun dun...What do you think?Love you all from my heart :
