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19. Him

Be thankful for what you have; you'll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never, ever have enough.

– Oprah Winfrey



When people often lied to others in front of them, they would either flutter their eyes constantly or avoid eye contact. Rayna did neither of them because her eyes spoke it all to me.

I was the best at reading peoples' eyes. She didn't know that as I felt her unease float to me when I trapped her in my hold. She wasn't going to escape me and she knew it as her shoulders slumped, her drained eyes looked everywhere but me.

"What were you expecting?" she asked.

"I expected you to lie about Mr. Atkins and you proved me right," I replied steadily and she glared at me.

"You knew about the whole thing and you didn't tell me," she accused and I smirked at her.

"Yes, I didn't tell you until I find evidence-" I continued but she stopped me.

"You had no right to hide that from me," she seethed as her caramel eyes hardened towards me when she punched my chest, "how could you do that? you are nothing but a rich and arrogant guy who does nothing but create problems," she insulted and I didn't take it to heart because she wanted me to react and go away.

Those baits didn't faze me one bit.

"What did Mr. Atkins tell you in class?" I interrogated.

"He just told me that he was the one who was responsible and that's it," she stated coldly.

"Do you think that I am an i***t? I know Mr. Atkins way more than you do," I made sure she could hear me when I placed my face nearer to hers, "Mr. Atkins doesn't go by without his threats, I am sure that he threatened you," I muttered as her breaths increased when I was closer to her face. "Save us some time and tell me," I prompted.

"No, I won't tell you anything," she challenged me.

"I guess I'll have to find out from Mr. Atkins himself," I casually implied and she shook her head frantically.

"No, don't. He doesn't know that you know, this will not benefit the case," her worried eyes pleaded with me and I sighed.

"Alright, fine but you are telling me whether you like it or not," I insisted and she gave up.

"He threatened me to get my abusive mom back," she confessed and my stomach twisted at the fact that she shivered while she said those words.

"Don't think too much about it, he won't because I will be protecting you," I calmed her down but to no avail.

"Who do you think you are to protect me? go protect the broken girl, I don't need your protection." She yelled at me as she pushed me away and she stormed out.

The librarian came to see the chaos but I didn't have time for her when I punched the wall and followed Rayna outside.

She disappeared.

Elodie rushed out to me with widened eyes. "Are you crazy? why did you terrorize the poor girl?" she crowded me with her questions but I didn't reply when I strode to find Dray.

Elodie didn't get the hint and took quick steps to keep up with my pace. Dray was near his course classroom and I handled him by the arm as we took a turn when students rushed out of the classes much to Elodie's luck. She couldn't find us and I concentrated on the case.

"Dray, we need to go over the police station and get to the therapist that knows Mr. Atkins," I told him as soon as he caught his breath.

"How will we go? they won't let us see her," he protested and a new idea was made up instantly.

"Professor Diana could get us there, she could even let us talk to her, she has the authority and connections," I rushed out as we both began to walk to her office. We were going to take him down.

"Let's go then."

Her office, more of a suite, overlooked the ocean and she was typing fast on her keyboard as she had the telephone on her ear as well as trying to balance her workload. She used to be model and now, she was a professor.

Not to mention, a workaholic.

She saw us and gave me the green pass to authorize our ID before we got in. Each office had the same detector and it was neatly programmed to accomodate every person that entered.

"We need your help," I began when she closed her work to make time for us. For professor Diana, the students mattered more than desk work.

"Tell me how can I help."

We told her the whole story about Mr. Atkins as her face formed from peaceful to disgusted when we made sure of the connection by showing her a piece of proof from the bottle of pills.

She agreed to help us right away and it was time for action. My mind went to Rayna when I looked at my bruised hand but I dismissed it to implement my plan.

We got into my car and I drove off fast when Dray complimented the professor with heart eyes. Anyone who saw her fell immediately in love with her.

The police station highlighted punishment as the huge sign signaled that there were certain doors to rapists, stealers, fraudsters and so much more. It wasn't a regular station, it was the right station for the therapist. I would love to see Mr. Atkins in it.

Hatred flamed my eyes at the thought of him when we stepped in the office of the employees.

"We are here to visit the therapist, Vivian Kellian," Professor Diana demanded in her authoritative voice as she looked around, her eyes averted to the officer, who seemed at a loss of words over the Greek beauty.

"Right this way." He immediately said as Professor Diana grinned at me and I replicated.