- Aslynn's PoV -
I sat in my house as night approached in my robe on the couch watching TV with my tissues and tea. I couldn't believe that I was sick. Phil did warn me, but I had such a great time, its worth the cold. Now I got to lay around and watch movies. When I started to get tired, I took a shower and it helped clear my sinuses a little and made me feel a whole lot better. I brushed out my hair and made myself look presentable as I took out my camera to vlog.
"Hey guys. Yes, I'm home. Yes, I'm sick. And yes, I didn't vlog much of the last couple days. Yesterday after I met up with my friend, I couldn't vlog her since she doesn't like to be filmed and then by the time the end of the day came, I had forgotten my camera was in the car and I didn't vlog anything. So, I apologise. Then, this morning I had to go home because I have a cold. So, I'm ending my vlog here telling you goodnight and hopefully this video will get up tomorrow. Thank you all for understanding and I'll see you tomorrow. Bye," I said, blowing the camera a kiss and then turning it off. I threw away all my tissues, put my dishes in the sink, and turned off all the lights before heading into bed. I was exhausted and wanted ever so badly to call Phil and tell him goodnight but I was too tired and I fell right asleep, clutching the teardrop necklace I wore.
The next morning, I didn't get up from bed till ten, but I did get some editing done before lunch. As I checked my emails when I took a break from editing, I saw one from my editor.
Miss. Cara,
I'd like to inform you that I understand your needs and will get started promptly. Although, yesterday evening I contacted Mr. Pierce and he wished that I notify you that he wishes to speak with you personally. Now, I am not allowed to share my client's information, but I am aware that you have been in contact and I hope that you hear from him soon. I sent the paperwork to your home and it should arrive in a couple days.
Thank you for your inquiry,
Mrs. Samantha Lawrence
I was shocked beyond belief. Andrew wanted to contact me personally? I couldn't stand to think about him, let alone look at his face again. Although, the thoughts of possible being unable to resist him if I see him hung clear in my mind. I wished so much that Phil was here so I could remind myself that I love him and not Andrew, but he was probably already back at home and Dan would never allow me to talk to him. I felt hopeless, so I tried to keep my phone as far away as possible from me, but close enough where I could see if it was Phil. I wrapped myself in my robe again and sat on the couch, turning on the TV to try to distract me. I couldn't eat as my stomach was in knots of anxiety. I would give anything right now to be cuddling with Phil. I thought about going to see him, but then I realised I didn't have a car and I was sick so I couldn't use public transportation. I rocked myself as I tried to pay attention to the screen when suddenly my buzzer rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I fixed myself up to be presentable before opening the door.
"Hi," his voice said as Andrew towered in my doorway. I stood there in shock before slowly backing away.
"A-Andrew. W-Wha-What are you d-doing here?" I stuttered as he stepped in.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to talk about the house."
"No, g-get out," I said.
"Please," he said, putting out his hand. "I just want to talk. Can we sit down?" He shut the door behind himself and he walked in fully.
"Andrew, I don't want to talk to you," I said.
"Come on, babe. This is just about the house," he said and touched my shoulder gently as I backed up against the kitchen counter. "I'm going to sit here and you can join me whenever you like." He sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to him. "I'm not going to hurt you. I've changed." I put my hands in my robe's pockets and walked slowly over to sit on the coffee table in front of the couch. "There you go, love. It wasn't that hard."
"D-Don't call me that," I said, looking down.
"Hey, I can call you whatever I want. We have the history. It's not like it's insulting."
"I-I—" I stuttered.
"Don't worry, Az. Listen, let's just talk about the house. What kind of house are you looking for?"
"Two bedroom," I said, looking down at my lap.
"Oh yeah? Where?"
"London," I admitted.
"Ooh, what's there?" he asked, with a bit of a joking smile.
"M-My—" I tried to say, but I couldn't seem to get the words out.
"It's okay if you can't talk. I know how hard it is for you to concentrate around me. So, why do you want to leave this apartment?" he asked, standing up to look around a bit. He went to touch my kicknacks on the the table under the TV and I stood up in protest.
"Don't touch," I said, this time with a little more confidence.
"Don't tell me what to do," he said, his jaw tightening. I backed away in fear, my hands shaking like maracas. "Oh, no. I'm sorry. I told you I'm not going to hurt you." He came and put both hands on my shoulders. "Hey, relax," he said and his hands ran slowly down my shaking arms. He grabbed my hands and held them parallel to the floor. "Hey, what's this I see?" He started to admire my ring which I just realised was on my left hand from when Phil and I were under our fake names. I guess I had forgotten to change hands. Andrew's grip started to get tighter around my wrists.
"A-Andrew, y-you're hurting me-e," I said, trying to pull my wrists away.
"No, love. You're hurting me. How could you get with someone else? You're still mine."
"No, I'm not," I said and I could feel my hands loosing circulation.
"Yes, you are," he said sternly and took a step closer to me. "And you are gunna listen carefully. I'm not going to release you from this lease until you admit that you are mine."
"I'm not anyone's property," I said, tears coming to my eyes.
"Yes, you are," he said and he pinned my arms to my side and placed his lips on mine forcefully. Tears streamed down my face and I couldn't breathe. I tried to shake myself loose but he was too strong. He wrapped a tight grip around me, keeping my hands down as he deepened the painful kiss. I tried everything I could and finally I decided to bite his lip as hard as I could.
"Ow! What's wrong with you, b—" he said but then I finally got my arm free and slapped him as hard as I could.
"I love Phil! I'm with him and I am going to marry him. Now, get out of my house! I hate you so much, you liar! I don't even care if I get out of this lease or not, I'm going to move far, far away from you!" I screamed, my throat going dry and scratchy again.
"Don't you dare say that," he yelled and punched me in the ribs. I fell over in pain and cried more. "You don't mean any of that." He could care less about me.
"I do and if you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police!" I yelled from the floor and tried to get back up. He had a very angry look on my face and then he punched me hard in the arm and kicked me in the shin. I screamed from pain, but again he didn't care.
"Fine. You'll never be able to leave this house and I'll be able to keep tabs on you every day. I'll see you tomorrow," he yelled and ran out of my house. I crawled quickly to lock the door and I sat up against the door, sobbing my eyes out. I sat sobbing until I couldn't feel the pain anymore and I watched myself cry till my attack was over two hours later. I wiped away all the tears, but I couldn't stop shaking. I went and grabbed my phone and called Raine. She, of course didn't answer so I left a message.
"Hey, Andrew came back. He hurt me really bad, but of course you don't care at all. I'm sorry for lying, but at least I have Phil for a best friend since you're doing such a sucky job of it," I said, angrily and then hung up. I sighed, figuring out what else I could do. I took some more pain pills and sat with an ice pack on my ribs and my leg for a good hour. Then, when I felt up to walking around, I quickly packed as much of my stuff as I could carry and I left my house. I locked it and took a taxi to the train station. I got my ticket and jumped on the train to London at six o'clock at night. I settled in for the long journey and held the ice pack I brought to my stomach. The pain was killing me but I couldn't stop now. I had to get to Phil.