Chapter 4:A stranger in the darkness
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I was speechless, unable to respond. I just stared, my breathing rapid, my heart racing wildly in my chest.
The train went by, almost touching me. The wind from the train pushed me back, and I could feel it in my bones. I was this close to getting hurt really badly.
I was seconds away from getting crushed.
I was still here.
And now, standing in front of me, holding onto my arms like I might try to run into the train again—was a stranger.
His eyes were sharp with frustration and irritation, a reaction that had no reason to exist between two people who had never met before.
He exhaled sharply, his grip loosening slightly but not fully letting go**.
**"Come here,"** he muttered, pulling me aside, leading me away from the tracks, away from the imminent danger I had thrown myself into.
And I—
I **collapsed.**
The second I was out of harm’s way, the weight of everything hit me with full force, the unbearable emptiness of knowing that Andrew had discarded me crushed me from the inside out.
It wasn’t just heartbreak. It was a profound sense of loss, the kind that made breathing feel like a cruel joke.
The deception.
The humiliation.
Knowing Andrew had thrown me aside as if I were nothing, leaving me feeling empty.
Like I had never mattered at all.
** I broke down again.**
I sobbed uncontrollably, my whole body trembling as the stranger stood beside me—watching and waiting, **not leaving me.**
He didn’t try to stop me.
People always had something to say, didn’t they?
They rush to console you or tell you to get over it. But this stranger?
He just let me cry.
He let me feel every emotion.
And that made it harder to hold back.
Because sometimes, when someone gives you the space to break down and feel your emotions, you don't realize how much you need it until all your feelings come pouring out.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, he asked in a calm, steady voice, "Where are you staying?" I said nothing.
My apartment, which had previously felt safe, now felt like a painful reminder of memories.
He noticed my struggle and gently lifted my chin, causing me to meet his gaze.
**"I am not sure what you are going through, but I have seen people walk through fire and come out stronger..." taking your life doesn’t solve anything, you hear me?"**
**"No situation is worth taking your life for. No heartbreak, no betrayal—none of it."**
I sniffled, wiped my face with the back of my hand, feeling defeated. I wanted to argue, to tell him he didn't get it, but what's the point? There was nothing left to say.
He sighed, rubbing his jaw, and looked out at the dark street as if trying to think.
Then, he turned back to me.
**"You know what? Scratch that. You almost got yourself killed. So I’m not letting you out of my sight."**
His tone was firm and decisive.
**"How about I take you to my house? You rest. And tomorrow— we figure out whatever it is you’re dealing with."**
I swallowed hard, staring up at him.
**A stranger.**
A man I had never met before.
I quickly dismissed the thought in my head because he was the first person in hours to treat me as if I were worth saving.
Still, I was hesitant.
He sighed as if reading my mind.
**"If you don’t feel safe, call someone. Tell them where you are. "I don’t care how we do this, but I’m not leaving you here."**
Something inside of me changed.
I sniffled, nodded. My voice barely above a whisper as I said.
**"Thank you."**
The words barely made it past my lips.
But he heard them.**
I wiped my tear-streaked face, and we walked down to where my car was.
**"I need to get my phone," I tell him.**
He nodded, patiently waiting as I retrieved it.
When I turned around, he was already pulling out his own phone and dialing a number.
**"Don’t worry. "I’ll send someone to pick up your car later and bring it to you."**
He gestured toward his own vehicle.
**"Come with me," he said as I followed him behind. **
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The silence in the car was heavy.
Unspoken words filled the space between us.
Occasionally, he would steal glances at me to make sure I was okay and was not going to fall apart again.
Then—
Finally—
He spoke.
**"My name is Leo Carter."**
I turned my head slightly, meeting his eyes.
**"Amara,"** I whispered.
He did not press the questions further, allowing me to reflect for a moment.
The drive was short, the distance covered in a flash.
Before I could catch my breath…I barely had time to process everything my phone buzzed again —**again and again.
33 missed calls from Bianca.
A series of worrying text messages from my Grandma.
The only family I have left is my grandmother, who has been a huge support system to me ever since my mother left me with her. She had to take care of me until I was old enough to financially manage on my own.
And suddenly—
For the first time that night—**The full impact of my action dawned on me.**
I felt a pang of fear and regret, knowing how desperately my loved ones must have looked for me.
The thought of how much pain they would have suffered if I hadn’t stepped back from those tracks in time.**
If this stranger had not saved me.
I shivered at the realization.
Before I could process the thought any further, Leo pulled into a driveway and yanked me out of my thoughts.
The moment he opened the door of his car and I stepped out, I **froze**.
The house was breathtaking**.
I was struck by the expansive entrance, high ceilings**, and glittering golden chandeliers glowing softly against the modern aesthetic**.
Large marble pillars framed the living space, the floors polished to perfection.
Everything about it screamed wealth, luxury, elegance, power and authority.
It was nothing like the world I had just left behind.**
I stepped inside hesitantly, unable to take my gaze away.
The second we entered, a team of maids appeared out of nowhere, their professionalism and courtesy on full display .**
They took his coat, his bag, offering greetings in perfect synchrony.
Leo barely acknowledged them.
Instead, he turned to one of the maids to dish instructions.
**"Prepare a room for our guests."**
Leo's voice was low and commanding.
The maid **nodded immediately**, gesturing for me to follow her.
I hesitated, looking up at Leo—uncertainty and unease written across my face.
For a moment, our gaze locked, Leo's facial expression softened just slightly.
**"You’re safe here."**
I swallowed hard, feeling reassured, and then—** I followed the maid upstairs.**
And just as I turned, I turned back.
I caught the sound of Leo's voice.
His tone was serious and commanding.
To another maid.
Ensure there are no sharp objects in her room.
The pause that followed was oppressive, heavy with unspoken meaning.
Then—**his voice darkened.
**"I need her alive."
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