HOW I BECAME WHAT I AM NOW

HOW I BECAME WHAT I AM NOW

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Erica's alarm blared to life, and she sat up with a start. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Today was her first day at Wolf Creek High.

"Erica, you up!" her mom called from the kitchen.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm up," Erica replied, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She yawned, feeling the stiffness in her neck from sleeping in an awkward position.

After a quick shower and dressing in her new school outfit, Erica headed downstairs. Her mom had already prepared breakfast, and the aroma of freshly cooked pancakes filled the air.

"Good morning, sweetie," her mom said, giving her a warm smile. "You're up early today."

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep," Erica admitted, taking a seat at the table. "I'm really not looking forward to this, Mom. I don't want to start over at a new school."

Her mom placed a gentle hand on hers. "I know it's tough, sweetie, but sometimes change can be good. You'll make new friends and have new experiences."

Erica nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude toward her mom. She wanted to ask her mom about her dad, but she knew better. Her mom never liked talking about him.

"Mom, can I ask you something?" Erica said, hesitating.

Her mom's expression turned guarded. "What is it, sweetie?"

Erica hesitated, sensing that her mom didn't want to talk about it. "Never mind, Mom. It's not important."

Her mom's expression softened. "Okay, sweetie. Let's just focus on getting you ready for school, okay?"

Erica nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. She had always wondered why her parents got divorced, but her mom never seemed willing to talk about it.

As they finished breakfast, Erica's personal driver, Christopher, arrived to take her to school.

"Hey, Ms. Erica," Christopher said with a friendly smile. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's go," Erica replied, grabbing her backpack.

On the way to school, Erica asked Christopher to stop at a nearby café so she could grab some donuts.

"Sure thing, Ms. Erica," Christopher said, pulling into the café's parking lot.

Erica hopped out of the car and ran into the café. She ordered a dozen donuts and was walking back to the car when disaster struck. A guy on a skateboard bumped into her, causing her donuts to go flying.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Erica exclaimed, frustration rising in her voice.

The guy just shrugged and took off on his skateboard, leaving Erica to pick up the scattered donuts.

When she got back to the car, Christopher asked if she was okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Erica replied, still fuming. "Just a clumsy skateboarder."

Christopher chuckled. "Well, at least you're safe."

Erica nodded, feeling a bit better. She took a deep breath and let the incident go.

When they arrived at school, Erica's nerves returned. She had never been good at making friends, and the thought of starting over in a new school was daunting.

But as she stepped out of the car and onto the school's campus, something unexpected happened. A girl with bright red curls and a friendly smile approached her.

"Hey, you must be the new girl everyone's been talking about," the girl said, eyeing Erica's uniform. "I'm Clarissa."

Erica smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "Yeah, that's me. I'm Erica."

Clarissa grinned. "Welcome to Wolf Creek High! I'll show you around."

Erica nodded, grateful for Clarissa's friendly demeanor. As they walked through the school's hallways, Erica felt a sense of wonder. The school was huge, with sprawling corridors and towering ceilings.

Clarissa pointed out various landmarks, including the library, science lab, and cafeteria. Erica listened intently, trying to absorb everything.

As they turned a corner, Erica spotted a beautiful garden tucked away in a quiet corner of the school.

"Wow, this place is amazing," Erica breathed.

Clarissa grinned. "I know, right? I helped plant some of the flowers."

Just then, the school bell rang, signaling the start of class.

As Erica took her seat, she noticed the guy from the skateboard incident sitting behind her.

"Excuse me, but you're in my seat," he said, his voice firm.

Erica turned around, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, you're the one who ruined my donuts."

The guy just raised an eyebrow. "You're still mad about that?"

Erica shrugged. "I'd be mad if someone trashed my breakfast."

Their teacher, Ms. Johnson, interrupted their exchange, welcoming Erica to the class.

As the lesson progressed, Erica found herself clashing with the guy, Zayd, over a history question. But despite the rocky start, Erica felt a spark of determination. She was ready to take on this new school.

Throughout the rest of the day, Erica navigated the ups and downs of her new school. She met new people, including Sam, a cool and laid-back tomboy who seemed to be always dressed in the latest streetwear trends.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Erica couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. She had survived her first day, and she was ready to take on whatever came next.

As she walked out of the school building, Clarissa fell into step beside her.

"Hey, how was your first day?" Clarissa asked, eyeing Erica's frazzled expression.

Erica grinned. "It was good. I met some new people, learned some new things."

Clarissa nodded enthusiastically. "I'm so glad you're here, Erica! We're going to have so much fun together."

Just then, Zayd appeared beside them, his eyes fixed intently on Erica.

"Hey, Erica," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I'm glad we met. I think we're going to get along just fine."

Erica raised an eyebrow, feeling a shiver run down her spine. There was something about Zayd that didn't quite add up.

"Thanks," she said, trying to sound casual. "I think we will."

As they walked off campus, Erica couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. She had a feeling that her time at Wolf Creek High was going to be anything but ordinary.

And as she glanced back at Zayd, she saw something that made her heart skip a beat. A black SUV was following them, its tinted windows reflecting the sunlight.

"Clarissa, do you see that?" Erica asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Clarissa followed her gaze, her eyes widening in alarm.

"What's going on, Erica?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Erica's eyes locked onto Zayd's, and she saw a flicker of something there. Something that looked almost like... warning.

"Zayd, what's going on?" Erica demanded, her voice firm.

But before Zayd could respond, the SUV suddenly swerved, blocking their path.

Erica's heart was racing as a group of men in suits stepped out of the SUV, their eyes fixed intently on her.

"Erica, come with us," one of the men said, his voice firm.

Erica's eyes locked onto Zayd's, and she saw a flash of fear there.

"What's going on?" Erica demanded, trying to stay calm.

But before anyone could respond, everything went black.

When Erica came to her senses, she was lying in a dark, unfamiliar room. She had no idea where she was or how she got there.

She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her back onto the bed.

As she lay there, trying to clear her head, Erica heard footsteps outside her room. The door creaked open, and a figure slipped inside.

It was Zayd.

"Zayd, what's going on?" Erica demanded, trying to keep her voice steady. "Where am I?"

Zayd's eyes locked onto hers, and Erica saw a flicker of concern there.

"You're safe, Erica," Zayd said, his voice low and soothing. "You're in a secure location."

Erica's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean? Why did those men take me?"

Zayd hesitated, as if unsure of how much to reveal.

"Those men work for a... organization," Zayd said finally. "They've been watching you, Erica."

Erica's heart skipped a beat. "Watching me? Why?"

Zayd's eyes locked onto hers, and Erica saw a flash of intensity there.

"Because of who you are, Erica," Zayd said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're not just any ordinary girl."

Erica's mind was reeling. What did Zayd mean? Who was she, really?

Before she could ask any more questions, Zayd stood up, his eyes scanning the room.

"We need to get out of here," Zayd said, his voice urgent. "Now."

Erica's heart was racing as Zayd grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the room.

As they ran down the hallway, Erica realized that her life was about to change forever.

But as they reached the door, Erica heard footsteps behind them.

"Zayd, wait!" a voice called out.

Zayd's eyes locked onto Erica's, and she saw a flash of fear there.

"It's too late," Zayd whispered, before pushing Erica out the door.

As Erica stumbled into the night air, she heard Zayd's voice behind her.

"Run, Erica!" Zayd yelled. "Run!"

As they ran down the hallway, Erica's heart was racing with questions. Who were these people? Why were they after her?

Zayd didn't seem to have any answers, or at least, he wasn't sharing them. He just kept pulling her along, his eyes fixed on some point ahead.

They finally reached a door, and Zayd pushed it open, revealing a dark alleyway.

"Come on," Zayd said, pulling Erica into the alley.

Erica stumbled after him, her eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness. They ran down the alley, their footsteps echoing off the walls.

As they emerged from the alley, Erica saw a car waiting for them. It was a sleek black sedan, with tinted windows.

Zayd opened the door and pushed Erica inside.

"Get in," he said. "We have to get out of here."

Erica slid into the car, her heart still racing with fear. Zayd got in beside her, and the car sped away from the curb.

As they drove through the city, Erica tried to ask Zayd more questions. But he just shook his head, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"We'll talk later," he said. "Just be quiet for now."

Erica nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and fear. She had no idea what was going on, or where they were going.

As the city gave way to suburbs, and the suburbs gave way to countryside, Erica felt a sense of disorientation. Where were they?

The car finally stopped in front of a large, imposing mansion. Erica's eyes widened as she took in the sight.

"Where are we?" she asked Zayd.

Zayd just smiled, his eyes glinting in the moonlight.

"You're safe now," he said. "That's all that matters."

Erica nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. But as she looked up at the mansion, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was in even greater danger now.

As they stepped out of the car, Erica saw a figure waiting for them on the steps. It was a woman, tall and imposing, with piercing green eyes.

"Welcome, Erica," the woman said, her voice low and smooth. "I've been waiting for you."

Erica felt a shiver run down her spine as the woman's eyes locked onto hers. Who was this woman? And what did she want with Erica?

The woman's eyes seemed to bore into Erica's soul, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Who are you?" Erica demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

The woman smiled, her eyes glinting in the moonlight.

"My name is Ariana," she said. "And I'm here to help you, Erica."

Erica's eyes narrowed. "Help me? What do you mean?"

Ariana's smile grew wider. "You're in danger, Erica. Great danger. And I'm here to protect you."

Erica's mind was reeling. What was going on? Why was she in danger?

Zayd stepped forward, his eyes locked onto Ariana's.

"Ariana, tell her the truth," he said, his voice firm.

Ariana's smile faltered for a moment, before she regained her composure.

"Very well," she said. "Erica, you're not who you think you are. You're... special."

Erica's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

Ariana took a deep breath. "You're the daughter of a very powerful man, Erica. A man who was involved in some very shady dealings."

Erica's mind was reeling. What was Ariana talking about?

"What do you mean?" Erica demanded.

Ariana's eyes locked onto hers. "Your father was involved in a secret organization, Erica. An organization that will stop at nothing to get what they want."

Erica felt like she had been punched in the gut. Secret organization? What was Ariana talking about?

As she looked at Zayd, she saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

"You know something about this, don't you?" Erica accused.

Zayd nodded, his eyes locked onto hers.

"I'm sorry, Erica," he said. "I should have told you sooner."

Erica's eyes narrowed. "Told me what?"

But before Zayd could answer, a loud explosion rocked the ground beneath their feet.

Erica stumbled, her ears ringing from the blast.

As she looked up, she saw a figure emerging from the shadows.

A figure with a twisted grin on his face.

"Welcome, Erica," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I've been waiting for you."

Erica's heart was racing as she stared at the figure. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't quite place him.

"Who are you?" Erica demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

The figure chuckled, his grin growing wider.

"You don't remember me, Erica?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm hurt."

Erica's eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

The figure took a step closer, his eyes glinting with malice.

"We've met before, Erica," he said. "Many times, in fact."

Erica's mind was racing. What was this guy talking about?

Suddenly, Zayd stepped forward, his eyes locked onto the figure.

"Ryker, leave her alone," Zayd growled.

Ryker's grin faltered for a moment, before he regained his composure.

"Ah, Zayd," Ryker said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Always so quick to defend the little princess."

Erica's eyes narrowed. What was going on? Who was Ryker, and why was Zayd defending her against him?

Ariana stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Ryker.

"Ryker, you're not welcome here," Ariana said, her voice firm.

Ryker chuckled, his grin growing wider.

"Oh, I think I am," Ryker said, his voice dripping with malice. "You see, I have something that belongs to Erica. Something she's been searching for her whole life."

Erica's eyes widened. What was Ryker talking about?

"What is it?" Erica demanded.

Ryker's grin grew wider.

"Why, it's your past, Erica," Ryker said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The truth about who you really are."

Erica's mind was reeling. What did Ryker mean? What truth was he talking about?

As she looked at Zayd and Ariana, she saw a flicker of recognition in their eyes.

They knew something, Erica realized. Something they weren't telling her.

And with that realization, Erica's world was turned upside down.

Ryker's words hung in the air, and Erica felt like she had been punched in the gut. What did he mean? What truth was he talking about?

But before she could ask any questions, Zayd and Ariana sprang into action.

"We need to get out of here," Zayd said, grabbing Erica's arm.

Ariana nodded, her eyes locked onto Ryker.

"We'll take care of him," Ariana said, her voice firm.

Erica didn't have time to ask any questions. Zayd and Ariana dragged her away from Ryker, who was laughing maniacally.

They ran through the mansion, dodging security guards and leaping over obstacles.

Finally, they reached a car, which was waiting for them outside.

"Get in," Zayd said, pushing Erica into the car.

Ariana got in beside her, while Zayd took the wheel.

As they sped away from the mansion, Erica looked back, seeing Ryker standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on her.

But she didn't have time to dwell on that. Zayd was driving erratically, dodging cars and taking sharp turns.

"Where are we going?" Erica demanded.

Zayd didn't answer. He just kept driving, his eyes fixed on the road.

Finally, they arrived at a small café on the outskirts of town.

Zayd got out, pulling Erica with him.

"Come on," he said. "We need to meet someone."

Erica followed him, still feeling dazed and confused.

Inside the café, Erica saw a man sitting at a table, sipping a cup of coffee.

He looked up, catching her eye.

And for a moment, Erica felt like she had seen him before.

But she couldn't quite place him.

"Erica, this is... Alexander," Zayd said, his voice hesitant.

Erica nodded, feeling a sense of unease.

"Hi," she said, trying to sound casual.

Alexander smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Hello, Erica," he said, his voice warm. "It's nice to meet you."

Erica smiled back, feeling a sense of awkwardness.

But as she looked into Alexander's eyes, she felt a sense of connection.

Like she had known him before.

But that was impossible.

Wasn't it?

Meanwhile, back at Erica's house, her mom was frantic with worry. Erica had never stayed out this late without calling, and her mom's imagination was running wild.

She tried calling Erica's phone, but it went straight to voicemail.

Panic set in, and Erica's mom decided to call the police.

"Hello, emergency services?" a calm voice answered.

"My daughter is missing," Erica's mom said, trying to keep her voice steady. "She didn't come home from school today."

The police officer on the other end of the line asked her a series of questions, and Erica's mom answered them as best she could.

But as she waited for the police to arrive, Erica's mom grew more and more anxious.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the police arrived.

But to Erica's mom's surprise, they didn't seem to be taking her concerns seriously.

"We'll look into it, ma'am," one of the officers said. "But it's probably just a teenager being a teenager."

Erica's mom was furious.

"You don't understand," she said, her voice rising. "Erica would never stay out this late without calling me."

The officers exchanged a skeptical look, and Erica's mom knew she had to take matters into her own hands.

She decided to go out and look for Erica herself.

As she drove around town, searching for any sign of her daughter, Erica's mom couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

She drove past the café where Erica was meeting Alexander, but she didn't see her daughter's car.

Little did she know, Erica was sitting just a few feet away, completely unaware of her mom's frantic search.

As Erica's mom continued her search, she suddenly saw a familiar face walking down the street.

It was Alexander, Erica's father.

Erica's mom felt a surge of anger and hatred towards him. She had never forgiven him for leaving her and Erica all those years ago.

"Alexander," she spat, her voice venomous.

Alexander turned, a look of surprise on his face.

"Erica's mom," he said, his voice cautious.

"What are you doing here?" Erica's mom demanded.

Alexander hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal.

"I'm just... in town for business," he said finally.

Erica's mom narrowed her eyes.

"Don't lie to me, Alexander," she said, her voice cold. "I know you're involved in something. And I'm going to find out what it is."

Alexander's eyes flashed with anger, but he kept his cool.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice smooth.

Erica's mom sneered at him.

"We'll see about that," she said, before turning and storming off.

Alexander watched her go, a mixture of emotions on his face.

He knew that Erica's mom would never forgive him for what he had done.

But he also knew that he had to protect Erica, no matter what the cost.

"Erica, come with me," she said, her voice firm.

Erica looked up at her mom, confused.

"What's going on, Mom?" Erica asked.

Her mom didn't answer. She just grabbed Erica's arm and pulled her out of the café.

As they walked home, Erica tried to ask her mom what was wrong.

"Mom, who was that guy?" Erica asked.

Her mom's expression turned cold.

"No one, Erica," she said. "Just someone I used to know."

Erica raised an eyebrow.

"What's going on, Mom?" Erica asked again.

But her mom just shook her head.

"Nothing, Erica," she said. "Just forget about it."

Erica nodded, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

As they got home, Erica's mom told her to go to her room and stay there.

Erica nodded, feeling a sense of relief. She was exhausted from the day's events.

As she lay in bed, Erica couldn't help but think about Zayd. She still didn't trust him, but there was something about him that drew her in.

Little did she know, Zayd was thinking about her too. He couldn't believe how much he had grown to care for her, despite their rocky start.

But he wasn't going to admit it to himself, let alone to Erica.

The next day, Erica went back to school, determined to put the previous day's events behind her.

She hung out with Sam and Clarissa at lunch, and they introduced her to some new people.

One of them was a boy named Liam. He was charming and funny, and Erica found herself laughing and joking with him.

Zayd watched from across the cafeteria, his eyes narrowing as he saw Erica flirting with Liam.

He didn't like it one bit.

But he wasn't going to do anything about it. Yet.

As the days went by, Erica found herself spending more and more time with Liam. They would study together, go to the movies, and just hang out.

Erica couldn't believe how much she had fallen for him.

But Zayd was not happy about it. He would scowl at Erica whenever he saw her with Liam, and Erica would just roll her eyes.

"Zayd, what's your problem?" Erica would ask him.

But Zayd would just shake his head and walk away.

Erica didn't know what was going on with Zayd, but she wasn't going to let him ruin her time with Liam.

Little did she know, Zayd's feelings for her were growing stronger by the day. And he was determined to make her his, no matter what it took.

As Erica and Liam's relationship grew stronger, Zayd's behavior became more and more erratic.

He would show up at Erica's locker, his eyes blazing with intensity.

"Stay away from him, Erica," Zayd would growl.

Erica would just roll her eyes.

"What's your problem, Zayd?" she would ask.

But Zayd would just shake his head and walk away.

Liam, on the other hand, was oblivious to the tension between Erica and Zayd.

He would just smile and wave at Zayd, who would scowl back at him.

One day, as Erica and Liam were walking down the hallway, Zayd stepped in front of them, his eyes locked onto Erica's.

"You're making a mistake, Erica," Zayd said, his voice low and husky.

Erica raised an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about, Zayd?" she asked.

Zayd's eyes flashed with anger.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he said.

Liam stepped forward, his eyes narrowing.

"Hey, back off, Zayd," he said.

Zayd's eyes locked onto Liam's, and for a moment, Erica thought she saw a flash of hatred there.

But then, Zayd's expression smoothed out, and he smiled.

"No problem, Liam," Zayd said. "I was just... concerned about Erica's well-being."

Erica raised an eyebrow.

"Concerned?" she repeated.

Zayd nodded.

"Yes, concerned," he said. "You're spending a lot of time with Liam, and I just want to make sure you're okay."

Erica felt a flutter in her chest.

Why was Zayd being so nice to her?

But then, she looked into his eyes, and she saw something there that made her heart skip a beat.

It was a spark of attraction.

And Erica knew that she was in trouble.

Because she was starting to feel the same way about Zayd.

But she couldn't let him know that.

Not yet, anyway.

That night, Zayd walked into his father's study, his heart heavy with emotion.

His father, Alexander, looked up from his desk, his eyes narrowing.

"Zayd, what's going on?" Alexander asked, his voice firm.

Zayd took a deep breath.

"I've been spending time with Erica," Zayd said, his voice steady.

Alexander's expression turned cold.

"You know that's not allowed, Zayd," Alexander said, his voice dripping with venom.

Zayd shook his head.

"I don't care about the rules, Father," Zayd said, his voice rising. "I care about Erica."

Alexander slammed his fist on the desk.

"You're being foolish, Zayd," Alexander spat. "Erica is not for you. She's a liability."

Zayd's eyes flashed with anger.

"How can you say that?" Zayd demanded. "Erica is innocent. She doesn't deserve to be treated like this."

Alexander sneered.

"Innocent?" Alexander repeated. "You're blind, Zayd. Erica is a pawn in a much larger game. And you're just a foolish boy who can't see the truth."

Zayd's face burned with anger.

"I'm not a boy, Father," Zayd spat. "I'm a man. And I'll do what's right, no matter what you say."

Alexander's expression turned icy.

"Fine, Zayd," Alexander said, his voice dripping with venom. "If you want to play it that way, then so be it. But you'll regret this, Zayd. Mark my words."

Zayd turned and walked out of the study, his heart heavy with emotion.

He knew that he had just made a powerful enemy.

But he didn't care.

He was willing to risk everything for Erica.

"Zayd, come back here!" Alexander bellowed.

Zayd stopped in his tracks, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew what was coming.

Alexander stormed out of the study, his fists clenched. He grabbed Zayd by the arm and spun him around.

"You're going to regret disobeying me, Zayd," Alexander spat, his eyes blazing with anger.

And with that, Alexander's fist flew through the air, connecting with Zayd's jaw. Zayd's head snapped back, and he stumbled backwards, gasping in pain.

Alexander's beating was relentless, each blow landing with precision and force. Zayd tried to defend himself, but Alexander was too strong.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Alexander stopped, his chest heaving with exertion.

Zayd lay on the floor, his body battered and bruised.

"You can't be with Erica, Zayd," Alexander said, his voice cold and detached. "She doesn't know who you really are. She doesn't know about our business."

Zayd struggled to his feet, his eyes blazing with defiance.

"I don't want to take over your business, Father," Zayd spat. "I want to make my own way."

Alexander's expression turned icy.

"You'll do as I say, Zayd," Alexander said. "You'll take over the business, and you'll forget about Erica."

Zayd shook his head, his heart heavy with emotion.

"I'll never forget about Erica, Father," Zayd said, his voice firm.

And with that, Zayd turned and walked away, leaving Alexander's anger and frustration behind.

Meanwhile, back at Erica's house, her relationship with her mom had become increasingly strained. The incident two months ago had left a deep scar, and Erica's mom couldn't seem to forgive her daughter for her recklessness.

Erica tried to reach out to her mom, but she just pushed her away.

As a result, Erica had become withdrawn and isolated. She spent most of her time with Liam, who seemed to be the only one who understood her.

But little did Erica know, Liam was hiding a dark secret. He had been cheating on her with the school's cheerleader, and he had no intention of stopping.

Liam's betrayal was just beginning, and Erica was oblivious to the danger that lurked beneath the surface.He still faked his interest just to sleep with her

One night, when Erica and Liam were on a date, Liam spiked the drink of Erica

Today was the day he wanted to sleep with Erica

Erica tried drinking but accidentally spilled it on Liam because of the waiters clumsyness

'Shit.Stupid waiter'

"I'm sorry ma'am, l'll go get you a new glass" said the waiter

"Um Erica, could you do me something wonderful...?"Liam asked

"Sure, anything for you"

"Well... could you.... nevermind"

"What is it the suspense is killing me?"Erica said

"Could you tell me that you love me?" Liam couldn't say what he truly wanted to say

"That's super easy.I love you Liam"

"I love you more" he lied

Today, Erica slept over at Liam's place

giving him a great opportunity to continue with his plan

"Um Liam... what are you doing?"Erica asked when she felt Liam's finger going through some place it shouldn't be

"Making you sexually arouse" Liam said with no shame as he continued putting his finger through her v****a

"Ah sto...sto...stop Liam you're hurting me" Erica screamed in pain as she tried all her possible best to get away from him

"Quit your whining, it's really annoying.I know you like that stuff"

"Get away from me you monster" she managed to briefly get away from him

"How did you become like this?" she asked slowly breaking down into tears

"Become like what? Sexy? Handsome?"

"No not at all. You've become a monster"

"Get over here" he grabbed her by the hair and pin her to the bed forcefully kissing her

"I have waited so long for this to finally have s*x with you" he said without breaking the kiss. Erica struggled to get away but it was off know you

Liam unstrapped her bra and began sucking her breast, licking her c******s and even forced her to suck his dick

Slowly,he inserted his d**k into her body and that was the end of Erica

She was r***d!

After having the night of his life,he left her in the room with blood all over the bedsheet and her crying

She cried till her eyes became red and swore to take her revenge