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13. Him

“As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.”

—Audrey Hepburn

Some people face heartbreak, loss or even toxic love. Others wished they had a fulfilling life and what was left of those others were on the 'yet' phase. I couldn't decide for my life anymore when I saw a person in front of me wished had a better life when she almost surrendered to toss her pain away like it was nothing.

Somewhere deep inside of me I thought that this was a sign for me to open my eyes and save Rayna like I saved the girl. I was crazily urged by the feeling that this might happen to her and what she said only consolidated my fear.

She was hurt. But not by herself.

As we stared into each other, the time traveled slowly. The sight of her being vulnerable about a part of her life as her cheek softly grazes my arm as her caramel eyes gave into my demanding emerald ones. It was like a telepathic communication; our eyes met and our hearts spoke secretly.

It overwhelmed me, I never let anyone in and I couldn't stay in front of her while she read me like an open book.

I did the only cowardly thing to do. I left after she opened up about her bruises.

My arm felt like she still had her cheek on me and the vision of her crying in front of me as she leaned for support drove me insane. I felt helpless to her sight when she acknowledged how I left her bare with nobody to hold onto.

Fists bunched up, I went to the therapy section to see the receptionist. The lady assessed me before she asked.

"How can I help you?"

"There is an emergency, Mr. Atkins needs you in his office." I alerted her and luckily, there was nobody since everyone left for the near evening. She didn't think twice as the dumb-founded girl hurried to see the professor.

The halls were empty and everyone were in their courses, some of them left already. I quickly took the hidden lock pick as I opened the counter drawer with the pick and pulled it open with all my strength when it was nearly opened.

My eyes searched through the keys and papers until I found what I was looking for: therapy papers, I searched through the order of names and I mentally thanked my sister for telling me her full name.

Rayna Harrington, new student in Juilliard.

I took the file to place it under my shirt and closed the drawer with everything in place, I made sure to lower my head for the security cameras as I scurried to the room, my eyes automatically searched around for anyone who might caught me but there was nobody.

The file dared me to open it when I got into my room and dropped my bag on the bed.

It was the time for the big, mysterious reveal. I wanted to understand where she was coming from and my curiousity riled up when I saw what the therapist wrote.

Headaches, throwing up and dizziness from past trauma caused in an abusive family environment: herbal pills once per evening to take for sleeping and to cure retching. Session tomorrow in the morning.

I was speechless when I read the rest of the symptoms she experienced, that explained why she was always fatigued and disconnected from everyone. I didn't realize that my fists were clenched around the piece of paper until it ripped apart.

Was it her dad? Was it her mom? Was it both?

I had too many questions which Rayna wouldn't answer when I decided to leave her out alone in the library. I showed her not to trust me.

Juilliard was a warm place that accomodated everyone but to her, it was an escape from her reality, she wanted to make something for her own.

My phone rang and I saw that it was Alana, the girl who I saved earlier. I had a bit of time for the training.

"Hello?" I responded when the line went dead.

"H-Hello, Xavier, I am scared," she whispered frantically and I stood up when the sounds of things broken was heard behind her.

"Could you come get me? I will send you the address, please hurry-" the line cut off and the location was sent as I dressed up to drive off to the location.

My heart raced through my ribs as I pressed on the petrol when I speed off, it was a five minute drive and I stopped at a deserted building filled with spider webs, that girl seemed to be in a whole lot of trouble.

I got out of my car as I ran up the stairs, scared for the girl and breathed out when I finally saw her but this time with bruises all over her. The broken glass formed around her and she hugged her knees as her back shook forward and backward.

"Hey, what happened?" as soon as she heard me, she hugged me as I lifted her from the wreckage. she was frightened by the way her body tightened around my arms like she wanted to be out of here.

"I don't know, I was blindfolded and they tortured me by throwing glasses all over me and-" her eyes fluttered close and I had to get her to a hospital, I placed her fainted body onto the backseat and I didn't have the seatbelt as I started the car to drive off to the nearest hospital.

As soon as I got to the New York hospital, the emergency unit came out the minute I shouted for them when I carried the injured girl and they helped me effortlessly to put her on the stroller as they rolled away to see her condition.

I opened my phone to see that training began but my mind was worried over the eighteen-year-old Alana.