"Please don't --- "

I was cut off when Justin's phone buzzed. He hastily picked it up and I wiped my tears. I quietly sniffed and sat down on the floor. I couldn't mentally prepare myself for what was going to happen next and I silently prayed for a miracle.

He looked annoyed when he cut the call. I didn't pick any words from his conversation because I had zoned out.

"Those police little shits will be here in five minutes," he announced and I could feel myself getting happier. My prayers were answered. But then, something clicked inside me which dissolved all my temporary happiness. How did he know the specific timings about when the police would arrive?

As if reading my mind, he quickly crouched down. He caught my chin staunchly and his lips curled into a sinister smirk. "I'm a police officer too, don't forget about that love. I have my well trusted colleagues in the department who keep me informed. You can never get away from me."

I felt my world collapsing around me and I just stared at him, in fear. I could never get him arrested or punish him, never.

He leaned towards me and I turned rigid. He kissed my tear stained cheek and continued, "I would love to see you try and report this to the police. However, I assure you that they're barely any help for you. You never know who's my friend or who's not."

Fresh tears welled up in my eyes as the harsh truth settled in me. He stood up and said, "I could have just abducted you, put you in a van and drove you away. But there's no fun in that, is there?"

I stayed quiet, my vision blurry with tears and my gaze fixed on the floor. I could hear him yell at me for I was not looking at him and disobeying him, but I just couldn't move. Suddenly, I felt pain shoot through my cheek when he slapped me violently. The impact made me want to protectively curl myself in a small ball, but I was too scared to move.

"Look at me when I'm talking," he raised his voice a little and I slowly looked up at him.

"Better," he muttered and took a few steps back.

I mustered up some courage and tried to shout, but my voice came out as a desperate plea to leave me. "Why are y-you doing this to me?"

"You very well know how much I love you. I proposed to you earlier, but you had the audacity to decline!" he snapped and I flinched. "So I'm having you my way, especially now that you're all alone."

I loathed that word, 'alone.' It made me feel like you were not there for me, Will. It made me feel like you were already dead.

Justin turned to leave and I felt myself relaxing, when he suddenly said, "This is not our goodbye, my dear. I love you and I'll make you wait for me, but not for long. I'll come back sooner than you expect, unlike that lover boy of yours. Till then, don't get too scared because life's not worth living in fear, is it? Take care of yourself, my love."