Chapter 43 NOT AGAIN
~ Elara ~
I couldn't really comprehend the words on my phone screen. I could see them, sort of, through my eyes which had slowly been flooding with thick tears.
I didn't want to cry, I never did really, but I could never stop it. My tears always took control over me, it's the only way I felt some sort of relief. Like I was removing all the pain from my body.
When Andrews name had popped up on my screen while I was walking to school I thought I was hallucinating, until I scanned my eyes over the line of words that seemed to terrify me more then any words ever have.
2 weeks left sweetheart
I didn't really have any options.
If I didn't give Andrew the money my life would be over instantly, and I wasn't ready for that. I only ever dreamed of experiencing at least one bit of normalcy, for years.
I knew there was no way my check would contain the $25,000 left in my mothers debt, but I hoped that maybe, if I'd give Andrew at least some money, he'd give me more time.
The rest of the money had to go to Roger.
I couldn't afford spending any money on myself, for anything. I needed every last penny if I wanted my freedom.
The walk to school today seemed extra long, maybe because I was drowning in my own thoughts crashing into me wave after wave.
Like always, I never had any control.
The sounds of the students walking towards the school doors reach my ears as soon as I reach the gates of the large building.
The weather was nicer today, the sun was out, it wasn't too windy, everyone seemed so happy. I couldn't help but watch in envy as a group of girls ahead of me giggled and joked around with each other.
I felt the eyes of the students on me, most judgmental, others just disgust.
Apparently word spread to the entire school that i was from the poor side of town. And, after that incident with Calvin in the cafeteria I only seemed to be hated even more.
I suck in a breath as I try walking faster towards the entrance.
Maybe I should've looked at my surroundings more, because when the sound of a loud vehicle hits my ears, and my head turns towards the sound, I feel my heart nearly leave my chest.
A black motorcycle slams to a stop right in front of me, and my books all fall to the ground from the shock of nearly getting run over.
I reach down, frantically picking up my books as I try to calm my racing heart from the near death encounter.
Regret instantly floods through me when I look up. I could already feel Calvin’s ice cold presence, even before looking up. His hand briskly runs through his dark hair after he'd taken off the black helmet covering his face.
I instantly see the fresh cut on his nose.
Did this guy just get into a fight every day? And didn't he go to school in the private car Wayne had been in?
His eyes glance down at me, a taunting glint in them as he pretends to look confused at my terrified state.
I don't even think twice when my eyes quickly move back down as I reach for my last book.
Once it's in my arms I stand up, not looking back once as I reach for the door and walk into the hallway filled with students.
The sound of a group of girls laughing at me fill my ears as I walk towards my first class, barely holding onto my books that I'd just pushed into my arms so I could get away from Calvin .
I open the door of the classroom, trying to push it back as far as I could so I could walk in with the weight of the books in my hand.
My escape from Calvin obviously hadn't worked well, because once the smell of his cologne hits my nose from behind me l feel my entire body cover with goosebumps.
His large hand suddenly reaches above my own as he pushes the door open completely at my failed attempt.
I walk into the class, feeling his eyes on me the entire way to my desk.
To say I was uncomfortable would be an understatement.
He nearly killed me back there with that motorcycle, and I wouldn't be surprised if he'd done it on purpose to scare me.
Mr. Silas wastes no time as he gives a stack of papers for each row to pass out. I internally groan at the thought of having to pass one back to Calvin .
As soon as the stack of papers reach my desk I quickly move them behind my head, waiting for Calvin to take one.
When he doesn't take it I turn around, only to see him leaned back in his chair, his eyes looking me up and down as if he was waiting on me to do something.
"Your paper, y.you didn't take it." I say, holding out the stack to him.
"Really? I never noticed." His deep voice grumbles sarcastically.
" Aren't you going to take one?" I say, completely ignoring his sarcastic remark. I just wanted the conversation to be over so Calvin could take a paper and just pass it to the person waiting behind him.
"Put it on my desk." He says, watching me closely with amusement laced in his eyes. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, and I only wondered why he had to embarrass me at school as if I hadn't already been embarrassed enough.
I put the papers on his desk before turning back around, keeping my eyes focused on finishing the assignment instead of my classmates talking bad about me as if I wasn't in the same class with them.
When the bell rings I'm already out of the door, heading to my next class. As I'm walking I make eye contact with Wayne who was standing by a locker with his friends.
He smiles at me, and when I realize he's about to call me over I quickly keep walking away. I didn't want anyone to hate me or talk about me anymore than they already did.
Somehow, I'd gotten through the rest of the day without bumping into Calvin or Wayne . I thought I'd finally be free the rest of the day, until I had reached the gates of the Conner Estate.
The first thing I noticed was Calvin’s motorcycle parked outside of the gates, which was odd since they had a private garage for that.
My steps get slower as I nervously look around me. I speed up to the door when I see no one is around for now.
A loud gasp leaves my mouth when I feel a hand suddenly grab my arm, pushing me against the large brick wall next to the entrance gates as the other hand covers my mouth from making any more noise.
My eyes widen when I see Calvin’s cold eyes glancing down at me, his brows furrowed as he looks at my terrified state
I consider biting his hand so he could remove it from covering my mouth, but I don't think that'd get me anywhere good.
" Stop fucking moving." He scowls, holding me in place. His hands were off my mouth now, holding my arms down from moving anymore.
I felt the terrified beat of my heart as my body took control over me again. My head was pounding as hot tears rolled down my cheeks.
This is what Roger did before he touched me, before he hit me, and now it'd happen again.
Not again
Not again
"P..please no." I shake my head, and he lets go of me, trying to look into my eyes but I look away every time he tries.
"Why the fuck are you crying?" He says, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes.
Everything was blurry from the thick tears covering my eyes.
" W..what? I thought y.you were gonna..." I don't finish that sentence. All I do is look up at him, seeing the slightest bit of softness in his gaze.
It quickly goes away as it's covered by his usual cold stare and he drops his hand from my chin.
"How long are you going to keep pretending you don't know me?" He says, brushing past what I'd just said.
"I..I don't know what you're talking about."
I lie, crossing my arms over my chest nervously. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I was too scared to admit it. I wanted to forget about all of that, avoid him as much as I could and never have to talk to him again.
"I can see right through your pathetic lies. What were you doing in that fucking alley way all beat up?" He orders, waiting on me to answer.
"T..that wasn't me you m.must be mistaking me for someone else o..or..." The words completely stop leaving my mouth when he moves closer to me, his jaw clenched in annoyance.
"If I find out you're some sort of spy, I won't waste a second to kill you angel." He glares, shooting daggers into my head as I look down at my shoes.
When I don't respond his hand grabs my hair, tugging at it so my head is pulled up to look into his eyes as he leans down to my height.
" Understood?" He states, venom laced in his voice as his eyes burn with hatred. I nod my head, my lips slightly parted in shock at how close he'd been to my face.
I could see the storm brewing in his eyes even closer now, and it only looked more cold, dangerous. The mixes of dark gray's in his eyes swirled like a tornado, growing bigger and bigger.
Calvin glances at me once more before letting go of my hair. He walks over to his motorcycle, grabbing the helmet hanging on the side and swiftly pulling it over his head before turning the loud vehicle on and speeding past me.
My eyes follow the speeding motorcycle until it's completely out of sight before walking back towards the estate entrance and walking in, trying to calm my body from whatever had just happened.