Melissa's POV:

"B-blake." I squeal

No response from him. My mind keeps thinking of all the bad things he is about to do to me.

I wriggle in his arms trying to get out of it as I don't want to go anywhere with this psycho. It's not like I have done anything wrong for him to get angry.

"Stop squirming right this instant Mel." He grits his teeth.

"No-no-no. You are taking me to a place which I don't know of. And on top of that, you expect me to quietly get carried off by you. Put me down or else I will scream."
I grumble.

"Now we don't want Ella to get hurt, do we?" His eyes stuck to the dark path in front of us.

"I know that you won't be hurting Ella otherwise you know, there won't be anything left which will keep me with you. You are not that dumb, aren't you?" I speak with confidence.

"Oh really? Do you think that I only have Ella? I have many other options and even I got one today. Remember, Mark?" He tilts his head and mocks me while looking directly into my eyes.

My eyes widen in fear at his mentioning of Mark. Is he this sick? I mean I don't even know Mark and he is thinking about harming him. Will he kill every boy who talks with me? I won't let him. If I show him my weak side, he will keep torturing me. I have to stand for myself.

We keep going more into the dark. Now it's pitch black. I can't even see him let alone see the path in front of me. I shut my eyes in fear. I hate dark places. Not that I have a phobia but it's just that I don't like being in dark. It's pin-drop silence here. Only his footsteps and my breathing are audible.

"Do you think that Mark is someone who can make me stay with you? I didn't know that you are so dim-witted. Like seriously, I don't even know him. Why would I be afraid of you harming him?" I lie.
A complete lie. Indeed, I don't know him but I will never want someone to get hurt because of me.

"Oh, Mel I know you more than you do. So you can never lie to me, baby. And yeah he is important to you but you are denying it. I saw how you kept looking at him. Should I pull out his eyes or should I burn his face? Or should I rip out his tongue?" He pauses and puts me down which only adds more adrenaline to rush in my body. His face brushes past my cheeks. His face is buried in my hair.

"I think I should do all three to him, what do you think, sweetheart?" He whispers in my ear.

My hands turn into a fist. Anger boils inside of me. His words piercing my eardrum repeatedly. This is my chance. I have to show him my strong side. I have to be bold. I will not let him torment me anymore. It's enough.

"You wouldn't do that Blake." I retort.

"Try me! His hands cup my face.

I jerk off his hands abruptly and hold him by his collar before pulling him closer to me.

"Go ahead. If you want to lose me then go ahead. The moment you lay your finger on someone, I will leave you. I will kill myself before you kill someone else in front of me. You are a psycho and now I will show you to what length I can go to protect the ones whom I care for. If killing myself can free me and keep my loved ones away from you, then it's better to kill myself than to stay and get torture by you." I speak boldly.

My legs were trembling but I had to do this. I need to change. I can't look weak and helpless every time with him. Till the time I have to be with him, I can't just keep living like a puppet. I have to stand for myself. I don't care if he beats me to death. I would rather die than behave like a puppet. I never wanted this and as this is already happening I will strive through it. But till that time I will be my true self. I will not let him order me around. Enough with this being weak and vulnerable. Now I will show him how strong Melissa is.

I can't see him but I could feel his body radiating heat. He yanks my hair aggressively and drags me along with him. My legs hurting. I grab his hand trying to free his grip but it is too strong. The sound of the metal door opening is heard all of a sudden. A bright light flashes into my eyes, making me squeeze them.

He keeps dragging me inside the room and locks the door behind me before throwing me onto the cold floor. I look around and there's only one thing running in my mind. What exactly is this place?
There is a bed, a refrigerator, a table with a few knives on it, a chair and a blackboard. The walls are painted black. Seriously, complete black walls. Why did he bring me here? What is he planning?

I got so busy thinking that I didn't realize he pulled me up onto my feet. He throws me onto the wall behind me. I whimper in pain as my head slams against the hard wall. My legs giving away as my knees buckle. I am about to fall but he holds my shoulder and keeps me in place. His fingers dig into my shoulder making me wince. I don't dare to cry this time. I won't show him that he is hurting me. I won't let him enjoy the torture thing.

He starts kissing my collar bone aggressively while holding me by my hips. He keeps sucking near my collar bone before biting me harshly.

"S-stop you monster," I scream. Tears well up in my eyes but I don't let them fall. I dig my fingernails on his back. I scratch his back with my sharp long nails. I am sure he is gonna get some scars.

"Meeting Mark made you brave hun kitten. Unfortunately, your nails are not that sharp, Love." He speaks as he frees my skin for a second before biting on the same spot but now more powerfully.

"Don't make things up, Asshole," I say before biting him hard on his left shoulder.
Finally, he steps back in pain. I stare at him as his hand moves towards his shoulder in pure agony. His eyes hold the murderous look. His other hand turns into a fist making all his knuckles turn white.

"You are so dead, My Love. I can't wait to teach you a lesson. You better be ready for it." He says menacingly.

He picks out his phone and calls someone. His words scaring the hell out of me. I can deal with this torture thing. But I can't let others get hurt because of my actions.

"I don't want Ella to die so early so yeah call the doctor first. And then cut off her tongue."

My eyes widen in horror. My mind, my legs, my whole body freezes. Is he thinking of doing it?

"Coward. Torture me instead of torturing an innocent soul. I dare you to torture me and not her. Leave her. She has nothing to do with this." I spat at him angrily.

"Yes, I am torturing you, My Love. I want you to live in the guilt. I want you to regret behaving like this with me. I want to teach you a lesson. And torturing her is the best punishment for you, isn't it Love?"

"Oh shut the fuck up Blake." I bark before storming towards the table which is having knives on it. I quickly grab one knife and hold it at my neck.

"I will kill myself right now if you do not stop. Call and take back your command. I don't know anything else. Call now or I will slice my throat." I shout at him while pressing the knife a little more into my skin.

He puts his hands in the air in defense. I can see sweat forming on his forehead. For the first time, I could see fear in his eyes.

"O-okay I am calling. D-don't hurt yourself. Wait I am c-calling." He stutters and dials the number.

I already knew that he will never let me end my life. He looks scared as hell. I can't be any happy than this. He is following my orders. I can't believe this and at the same time, I feel so proud of myself for not looking weak, poor little helpless girl this time.

"Don't hurt her, Samuel." He speaks while on the speaker with his eyes stuck at my throat.

"Okay, Sir." The person on the other side answers.

"Now keep the knife down. Don't do this My Love. I will not hurt Ella. Keep the knife down like a good girl." He says while taking slow steps towards me before disconnecting the call.

I keep moving back and suddenly knife falls out of my hand as I fall on the bed. He rushes towards me and holds my chin harshly.

"Never try this stunt again. Never." He speaks through gritted teeth.

"If you don't want me to die then you better not hurt anyone." I retort.

I love this courage of mine. I love myself now. My pathetic self dies as of today and New Strong Melissa has been born.
I will not let him hurt my friends. I will protect them.

He makes me sit up and he caresses my thigh wound. He unbandages my thigh and walks towards his bag.
I look at my thigh, my wound is opened again. He comes with fresh new gauze and an antiseptic solution.
He cleans my wound and wraps it with the gauze before cupping my face.

"I love you, Mel. I can't even think about losing you. You are my everything. I can do anything for you." He kisses my forehead.

"Let's get to our Physical Training class. I don't want you to get late for our class. After all, this is what you want right?" He says before picking me up bridal style.

I am so confused by his sudden change in behavior. Is he being nice because he doesn't want to lose me? Can I trust his words? Why does he always do this with me? First getting all angry and becoming a monster and then suddenly turning into a loving-caring person.
I don't feel good about his behavior at all. Why do I feel as if something bad is going to happen? I don't like his behavioral change. I am sure he is bipolar. Not only bipolar but also a maniac.

As usual, everyone keeps eyeing us as we pass through them. But I am too distracted to give a fuck about them. He takes me to the changing room and puts me down in front of it. He pulls out my PT uniform from his bag and I frown at him.

"Wear them, it might be your first day at University but for others, it is the second day. We are not allowed into the Court without uniforms from the second day. So change into them. I will change into mine. You have 5 minutes." He explains.

I get into the changing room. There's a long mirror just on my right side. I take a look at it and I gasp at the sight of my neck.

He gave me a hickey. Not a hickey but it looks more like a bruised area. Bloodstains are visible. A tear escapes my eye. I quickly wipe it off and change into the uniform which was regular Black tracksuits. Thankfully the hickey is not visible due to the uniform. I get out of the bathroom and see Blake leaning against the wall. He again picks me up
Bridal style and whispers,

"You are looking stunning Love."

I ignore him and we finally reach the basketball court.
All my groupmates are standing in two rows.

"I can walk put me down, Blake," I whisper.

"As you wish princess." He says while putting me down. I am seriously taken aback by his words.

Is he listening to me? Why would he? I mean why has he changed suddenly? I am serious, his behavior is giving me chills. Something bad is going to happen for sure.

We walk slowly and everyone's attention turns toward us.

"Here comes the couple." Someone shouts.

"Welcome guys. I see that you both were absent yesterday. Hope you had a good enough reason to be absent on your first day. Anyways I am Clara Wilsey your PT teacher for this semester."
Mam speaks.

"I am Blake Williams. And she is Melissa Anderson. Yeah, she hurt her legs so we weren't able to attend." Blake reasons our absence while introducing us at the same time.

I don't like how he keeps introducing me. I have my mouth to speak. He doesn't always need to speak for me. I can talk on my own.

"As he said, I am Melissa Anderson, Mrs. Wilsey." I try to speak for myself.

"I see you have hurt your legs, my girl. You can rest dear."

I never thought that she could be this caring. I have always known that PT teachers are the strictest ones. But I have met the most beautiful and most loving teacher. Yeah, she is pretty. She has brown short hair which is tied up in a ponytail. She is wearing a myrtle-colored tracksuit along with white sneakers. She looks pretty yet tough. She has these athlete vibes which is making her more vibrant.

"Thank you, Mrs. Wilsey!" I tell her with puppy eyes. I am just so happy to get such a caring teacher. I turn around and as I am About to take a step.

"Melissa, wait for a minute." Mrs. Wilsey calls me out.

"Okay, Guys! You are going to do exercise in pairs. Write down your name on the paper I am passing you and pass them back to me."

She hands out a piece of paper to everyone. We write down our names and pass her back. She folds them neatly before shuffling them.

"I will pick out two folds at a time and that two names will become a partner in PT class for the entire semester. And let me warn you, no replacing of names will be done." She says before picking out two folds.

My heartbeat is now louder. I don't want Blake, please. I need some space at least in one class. And this is gonna be my great chance of making friends.

"So the first pair is, Jessica and Steve."
She announces before picking the next one.

I see a girl with blonde hair shifting towards a guy, I guess Steve. They both stand in a pair. And we rest all still stand in rows.

"The second pair is, Taylor and Charles."

"The third pair is, Blake and Vanessa."

I am so so happy, Blake is not paired with me. I can finally have some space. Thank you, God!
I see the red-headed girl who helped him pulling the chair in physiology class, walking out of the row.

I glance at Blake. He looks angry and disappointed. I keep my head low to hide the smile which is trying its best to explode.

"The fourth pair is Elena and Ella."
Hearing Ella's name I fear thinking about what would I have done if he has cut off her tongue. I would have never been able to forgive myself.

"Ella is not here today also? Anyways Elena comes to stand here by my side for now." Mam speaks.

Mam picks up another fold and opens it. She looks at me after unfolding the first slip.
I know it's me. I am nervous and scared too. The last person left to be paired is Mark. I don't want him to be my partner. But I don't think there's any other option left.

"The fifth and the last pair is, Melissa and Mark." She completes her sentence and I feel like Mark's countdown has begun. I look at Blake to only find him more fierce. Anger is burning in his eyes. His eyes are not looking at me but Mark. If only staring could kill, Mark would have been dead by now.

"Elena till Ella comes, I will be your partner. So cheer up. And guys now you have got your partners, congratulations. The couple exercise will start from tomorrow. For today, run 20 rounds of this court. If you don't have any questions then start running." She speaks and everyone starts running. I walk towards the benches.

"Mam I have a question. Can I change with Mark? Melissa is my girlfriend. It will be great if..." I turn around to find Blake speaking to Mam.

"No. The pairs are made. No one can change them. I don't want to hear any excuses or reasons." She cuts him off.

PT class gets over. Everyone looks tired. I see everyone exiting the court one after the other. As I am about to get up...

"Heal your leg soon Mel. Can't wait to exercise with you."

I look up at Mark, smiling weirdly.

All I could reply is an Okay before walking past him. But he holds my hand making my legs freeze. I look up at Blake who is taking strides towards us.

I turn around to face Mark and quickly take off his hand from mine.

"I hope we can be friends," Mark says but I could see the disappointment on his face because of my action I guess.

"Mel isn't we getting late," Blake says while picking me up bridal style suddenly.

"We gotta go Mark. I hope you don't mind if I take my girlfriend along with me." He smirks at the end part.

Before Mark could answer, Blake turns around and starts walking towards the exit.
He takes me to the changing room once again. His face is stern. He places me down but not so gently as I wobble at my feet.

There's no one in the corridor. That means I am all alone with this maniac. He grabs me by my shoulder and presses my back at the cold wall.

"You are not making friends with any boy here. Do you understand this?" He scowls.

"And what if I don't listen?" I ask back with my hands folded at my chest in defense.

"I was going to tell you this later on. But I think you need to know this right now so that you learn to behave." Blake says with a proud smirk dancing on his face.

My breathing gets irregular. I am sure whatever he is about to tell me is bad.
I don't know why he keeps changing his behavior. He was being all-loving- caring until the class but he changed again. I don't understand what's wrong with him.

"What are you t-talking about?" I ask him with fear written all over my face.

"You remember the call I made Mel? The work is already done, baby. Our Ella can't talk anymore....." He whispers monstrously, into my ear.

A/N:

***Boom***
Will Mel become Mark's friend?
Is Blake a caring man?

What will Melissa do now?
How will she continue to live her life when someone has just lost her precious voice and that too because of her?
Her boldness turned into a punishment for her. So will she still be her strong self or will she turn into that weak girl once again?

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