Chapter 3
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Mia
I flinched at the sight of him as I placed my hands on his wrist, I was standing on my toes, shaking.
"How dare you!" He roared and tears brewed up my eyes. He was charged and for a moment, I felt he'd burn me to ashes.
"I just want him to win!" I confessed and his grip soften but his face stiffens.
"You thief! First my bike, then my balls and now! My car! You smashed it!"
I widened my eyes at him as I couldn't believe he was the one I ran into his car.
My feets were kicking and for a moment, I felt I was staring into the eyes of death.
"Miles let her be!" I heard Cole's voice from behind. His eyes heavy on me while I gnashed my teeth.
Now he sees me.
He stood poised and having that commanding aura that has everyone falling to his demand.
Miles shove his face at cole who had his hands in his pockets.
His gorgeous face was something I could stare at all day and get delighted but unfortunately, I'm not interested.
"What! This bi...argh, well she owns me a fortune!" Miles roared fuming as his glare burns me.
A strand of tear dropped from my eyes.
"Now miles!" Cole ordered, his voice more fierce than the former while cartwalking casually to him and miles unhanded me.
I clumsily fell in a sitting position while rubbing my neck.
"I'd pay for her damage, just let me handle her, she must be a fan" cole assured as he pat miles gently on the shoulder but miles shrugged his hand off.
His eyes still fixed on me.
"Well control your addictive fans!" Miles barked while pulling a frown at me.
Miles ran his thumb through his throat as a threat that he'd slit me before storming out in anger.
I shook where I sat while coughing.
I was left alone with cole and his eyes dragged me from head to toe.
My breath was ragged as cole stoop low to my position and then stretched his hand at me.
He had a warm smile on his lips, an infectious one and he looked so gentle, that must be why Nicole fell in love at first sight.
I was lost in his eyes and then I felt his finger brush my cheek mildly, to push a strand of my hair aside.
"Hey, don't be scared, miles is a crazy weirdo"
"Yes he is" I responded beneath my breath and he scoffed at me. I grabbed his hand and stood up while still pissed off.
"Thank you for earlier, I never expected that and that was cool" he pressed on complimenting me.
He wasn't mad at me but raising a thumb up for me and i melted instantly. His eyes sparkles like never before.
But I walked pass him to keep control of my emotions.
My cheeks flushes red but I shyly covered them.
"So how do I repay you huh" he continued and I could hear his footsteps behind me.
"Nothing!" I replied just so he could keep his distance. I don't even know where I'm going because I was walking in circles.
"But you do owe me!" He suddenly said and I spun around sharply to look at him straight in the eyes.
Those eyes, they cause my skin to tingle and I tend to forget myself. He stood tall, just calm as always.
"What? I don't" I snapped back, speculating and calculating.
"Yes, you stole my things and I want a compensation" he expressed in a calm tone while closing up the space between us.
My heart almost exploded as I gasped softly, his eyes searches mine and he held my jaw.
"What do you...want as a compensation?" I requested barely recognizing my voice as I was lost in his warm eyes.
He let out a sided smile and then let go of my jaw while walking pass me.
"Just don't refuse my offer when the time comes" he stated, took a long glimpse at me and left.
I intended to follow him when a call came in. It was from Nicole. I cleared my throat while answering her call, my eyes still trail on the path he took.
"Hey" i replied in between my teeth. She was screaming excitedly. I had to move my phone aside just so my ears wouldn't bleed.
"My Cole won!"
"Yeah" I replied dryly while striding out from where I stood.
"Cole hills! Cole hills" the crowd outside cheered holding banners that had his face on it.
He wasn't the only one they cheered but I just hate mentioning his name.
A smirk left my lips as I move away and stopped walking when I got outside the academy.
"Now you can go for your surgery..."
"Yes and please don't let him date anyone, I need to know what he likes, love to wear, people he associate..."A s she kept on listing her demands, I was just lost, tired and still traumatized over the race.
When it comes to Cole, she never gives me a chance to speak.
Not until we exchanged goodbyes that I got myself back. I glanced at my elbow, the scratch I had sustained in the car itches me and I winced.
It was time to go home and concentrate on my studies.
In a few hours, I was staring at the door of my apartment like I wasn't meant to be here.
Memories flooded me and a sudden fear gripped me for a while. Though, I brush that aside and hurried inside only to find my place in disarray.
I held my heart in my throat, someone had broken in judging from the scene before me.
I became hypersensitive, unable to move while my eyes scrolled around until it found a letter on my table which was at the center of the room.
My dingy apartment seem smaller than expected and I couldn't breath. With trembling hands, I pulled my feet to get the letter.
Hastily, I opened it and the sight made me flinch that the letter dropped from my hand.
"Hello love"
I covered my mouth as tears streamed down my eyes while I shook my head.
The write up was facing me and it read;
"I just came to say hi after my release, no one runs away from me love...you'd only draw in your death"
A chill froze me to a spot. I could perceive the stench of blood.
It drew my attention to my kitchen which was just an extension to my room.
Nervously, I ran towards there and found a chopped off hand on my countertop and a write up on the arm.
"Clean this mess love, he is my first kill after my release"
I screamed jumping reflexively to the bathroom to throw up. No!
He can't be back! I shook my head, pertrified. I couldn't even call the cops or it would be worst.
They'd know my identity and keep an eye on me.
My anger rushed in the moment my shock faded as I came staring at the hand again.
Hastily, I cleaned up the place, decapitated the hand and dumped it somewhere safe.
This isn't me, it's all in the past, why does he have to return now?
I couldn't sleep and stay up, scared that he might break in again. I was holding a knife next to me, hiding in my closet and saying all the prayers I could.
But the voice in my head keeps saying;
"Stop trying to be a normal kid...you live two lives Mia and your dark side would crawl out eventually"
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