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Before, leaving Andrew came closer to me. I shrink back on thinking that what he'll do now.

But he leaned closer and unties my hands and legs. I couldn't stop myself from thinking why he is untying me. Is he going to kill me now?

But he moved towards the wardrobe. And I looked at my hands while rubbing my wrists slowly. There were dark red bruises on my wrists.

My eyes landed on the door and then the window, and idea of running came to my mind. But I was startled when he spoke.

"Don't even think of running. That will lead you to worst consequences." He warned.

I was shocked that how can he know what I was thinking. But his threat scared me.

He threw a T-shirt and sweatpants on the bed. And left the room. I heard a clicking sound which meant he locked the door.

I ran towards the door and locked it from inside. I was feeling angry, weak, suffocated. But I calmed my self down and what just happens flash back in front of me.

My vision gets blurred by the tears.

"That bastard!" She cursed lowly.

My mind was full of all the questions like. How does he know my name, I don't even know him. The first time I saw him was three months ago, I remembered him because of his dark eyes. I never saw him again after that until now. What different thing happened in these three months, nothing. Except that-

My breathing stopped when the reality hit me. In these three months when ever I left my house, I felt as if someone was following me, or staring at me, I always ignored that. But now it is confirmed that I was being stalked by him. And it all started after I bumped into him.

I sat on floor thinking how could I be so stupid. What will I do now. I just hope mom and Dad will find me soon.

Sobbing, I stood up from the floor and went to the washroom.

I looked at my self in the mirror. My eyes were swollen because of crying and my hair were all messed up. My clothes were dirty. And my lips were swollen. What just happened moments ago played in my mind.

That bastard! How dare he touched me like that. He took my first kiss. I kept staring at myself in the mirror and touched my lips. Again I felt the sensation of his soft, warm lips.
I hate him!

I sighed and locked the washroom door. And took a shower. It felt so good. There was a new tooth brush there, so I used that. After,