Obsessed Stepbrother's Second Chance

Enya's POV I should have known Raphael would be the death of me. My heart pounded as I ran down the hallway, whispers chasing me like sharp daggers. Tears blurred my vision, but the words I heard carried me forward. "Did you see him dragging Lyla to the old study room?" "He damn kissed her right in front of everyone!" "God knows what they're doing there right now. I am so jealous of Lyla." No. No. God! Please, no.... Don't let those words be true! I reached the old study room. The door was slightly ajar. My trembling hands pushed it a little further. There he was. Raphael. The man I love more than anyone in this world. The man who once called me a shameless sl*t for loving my stepbrother. The only man who had ever touched me, kissed me, and then...ruined me... Now his lips, those that only I have tasted until this moment, were crushing against Lyla's. His hands tangled in her perfect golden hair, his body pressed desperately against hers, as if he needed to absorb her entirely to himself. Fresh tears spilt down my face. I wiped them from the back of my palm, but it was no use. They kept coming, burning hotter every second. Raphael's lips began to trail down Lyla's exposed neck, sucking on her pale skin. His hands were busy squeezing her breasts over the thin shirt she was wearing. After a moment, Lyla kneeled, her lips brushing over his manhood over his trousers. I shut my eyes as tightly as possible. I couldn't bear it anymore, I didn't want to see anymore... I should leave, but my whole self was frozen. When I hear the sound of his deep moans filling the room, I honestly wish I could die rather than lose him like this. I opened my eyes. I wanted to turn around and leave. Right then.... Raphael's eyes flicked up. He saw me! And he smiled... Not a smile that belongs to a lover, nor to a stepbrother. The cruel, mocking smile of a man who has found the cruellest way to destroy me. "See, stepsister, how someone else is so easily having everything you are so desperate to have!" His eyes revealed those unspoken words. It was deliberate. He wanted me to see this. Every touch, every kiss, was done only to shatter my heart. Finally, he succeeded in doing what he couldn't do until now, despite his anger, ignorance, indifference, and humiliation. He could successfully crack my heart into a million pieces, beyond repair. For the first time in our lives, he could successfully make me feel something other than love for him. Up until now, despite the cruel way he treated me, I endured everything. I kept loving him with all I had just because he never touched a single woman except me. Even though I had no space in his icy cold heart, no other woman had that place either. So, I was still hopeful, optimistic... but now... Everything has finally changed.... My knees weakened. My body trembled. Something inside me snapped. Maybe I don't deserve this. The line between love and hate may be thinner than I ever thought. I gasped for air, sitting upright in bed. My pillow was soaked with tears. My hands shook as I threw it to the floor. Why? Why the hell do I still cry like this? Because it wasn't just a nightmare, it was a memory. The most painful one at that, One month ago, I saw it all with my own eyes. Raphael's lips on someone else's, his hands roaming on another girl's body. His mocking smile made me realise my place in his life. I ran from the pain that day. I was hit by a car. I died. Yes, I died. It should have ended there. All my suffering. All my humiliation. But my fate had other plans for me. When I opened my eyes again after the excruciating pain in my head, I was on this very bed. In my younger self's body, months before I ever met Raphael. Since then, the nightmare replayed every night. Every night, I felt the same pain, so real as if it were one month earlier. I cried. I sobbed. Endless torture... Until I woke up gasping for air. I hate this nightmare. But maybe it's a reminder. A warning. A reminder of what I must do in this life. Stay away from Raphael! I don't remember everything about my past life, but I know just enough. If I want to live long, if I want to be happy, I must never, ever fall in love with Raphael. In this new life, I am going to love myself. Just me. I won't let anyone make me a pushover. I got ready for school. These are the last days of my high school. I was about to graduate. Some of the beautiful days in my past life, and I am enjoying them even more in this life. I bent down to tie my shoes. That was when my phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. "Don't take the 7:30 Bus today. Trust me, Enya" Plain and simple. But it was enough to make me freeze. What kind of a message was that? A prank? But why does it feel so real? Every day since my rebirth, I took bus number 110 at 7:30 AM. It was a routine. I scoffed, tossing my phone aside. But my eyes couldn't stop glancing at it. The time: 07:23 AM. Just 7 minutes away from taking the Bus as usual. Something about that message kept me stirring. 7:30 Bus. Trust me. A strange chill ran down my spine. In the end, I grabbed my backpack and left home. It was drizzling. I had no umbrella, yet I decided to walk. The Bus roared past me minutes later. I cursed under my breath. I was getting slightly wet, and I'll be late. Unless I walk super fast, I won't reach school before 8 AM. I was so irritated for trusting a stupid message. I have lived this life once; I should have known better not to act this foolishly. I walked to the next big junction. But then... A crowd had gathered there. Police sirens wailed in the distance. "The bus crashed into a truck!" someone screamed. "There's blood everywhere!" My heart stopped. My hand clutched my jean pocket, where my phone was. I shoved through the crowd. And my legs gave out. I fell to my knees. It was bus 110. The Bus I decided not to take today. Now that the Bus was nothing but a mangled wreck of metal. Paramedics dragged bloodied passengers out of the shattered windows. Some of the faces I recognised. They were regulars on 110. I sat beside those people for a whole month. My chest clenched. Only one thought came to my mind. That could have been me!  And then... Pain... Sharp, stabbing pain in my right knee. I wasn't injured. Not even a scratch on me. But the agony was so real, so excruciating. It was a memory. A memory I couldn't recall until now. In my past life… I was there. I was one of them. My phone buzzed in my pocket. "You’re welcome :)" My breath caught. My eyes scanned the crowd around me. Someone is watching me. But I couldn't find anyone suspicious. Another buzz. "Thank you for trusting me. Keep doing that. You can stop history from repeating itself." My blood froze. My hands shook so hard that I almost dropped my phone. Unknown Point of View Thank God… she didn’t get hurt this time. I got to her fast enough. If she would just listen… if she would just let me guide her quietly… maybe this life won’t break her the way the last one did. And... When the time is finally right… She’ll understand why I did what I had to do...