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Chapter 10: Scenario

Sara POV:

The cold sands molds around my body as his grip on my hair tightens, my eyes staring up at him as they fill with salty water. His eyes burn with orange and yellow flames as his fist rises into the air, my chest feeling tighter by the second.

"Please, don't do this."

I whimper, lifting my hands up to cover my face. The world goes black as my eyes close, my body shaking with more fear than I've ever known. Tegan. You're supposed to be here.

"Open your fucking eyes."

His hot breath hits the skin on my hands, my body flinching as he tears my hands off.

"PLEASE!"

I shout, my voice trembling as his fist rises once again. I slowly shake my head, my eyes leaking from the corners as he slams his fist down.

My body pulls as I open my eyes, my heart beating at the speed of light as my lungs try to grab for air. I scan the room, feeling my body start to shake as I look for his face. Tegan. I turn my head to the spot next to me on the bed, finding only empty-messed up sheets. He's not eyes close for a second, my brain silently telling my heart to slow down. It was just a dream. Only a dream.

"A stupid dream.."

I whisper, taking in a deep breath as my head starts to pulse. Suddenly, I hear familiar voices. My lips let out a small sigh as I move to the edge of the bed, standing as my bones crack. He must be out there. My feet slowly drag to the door, my head peeking out into the hallway. I trail my eyes over to the kitchen, all of Tegan's friends leaning on the counter with coffee mugs at their lips. As my feet move, my cheek starts to pulse. The memories from last night flash in my head and it makes a chill run down my spine. Unlike my dream, Tegan was there to stop him from hitting me the second time.

"Pretty chicken shit for him to bring up Anna, though."

I stop at the doorway, my ears perking up at an unfamiliar name.

"I don't put shit like that past him anymore. But, speaking of Anna... has anyone heard from her?"

Tom says, setting down his mug on the kitchen counter. My eyes trail to the people around, all of their heads nodding a small 'no' as they sip on their coffee.

"Who's Anna?"

I ask, stepping into the kitchen. My eyes roam over all their faces as last night's events play in my head. 'She doesn't look like your type, man. She doesn't have red curly hair, or freckles. I mean, you went from beautiful emerald green eyes to…' I close my eyes for a second, putting two and two together. 'Pretty chicken shit for him to bring up Anna, though.' Ace didn't say any names last night. He was describing Anna.

I trail my eyes back over to Fran and she's staring at me with a look of confusion. Tom clears his throat and picks his mug back up, bringing it to his lips with the steam sinking into his pores.

"I don't really think it's for us to say, Sara."

I hear another voice behind me. My body jumps and I turn my head, Fran's mom looking down at me with a sad smile. Why a sad smile? I take in a deep breath and she places her hand on my shoulder.

"Tegan's in the garage working on Elton's car. Do you mind taking this to him? The door's right there."

She says handing me a piece of brown and pink bread wrapped in clear saran wrap, her other hand pointing to the door on the other side of the kitchen. I slowly nod my head in defeat and make my way to the door, the smell of oil and chemicals hitting my nostrils as I open it. I step inside and scan the room, my eyes landing on a figure huddled under the hood of a car.

"Tegan?"

My hand pulls the garage door shut, my feet stepping down onto the cold cement ground. Tegan pulls himself away from the car, his body turning to me. My thighs tingle with excitement as my eyes move up his body. His scrapped up docs, the tight black jeans with a white wife beater covering his torso. His arms oiled and greasy arms on full display while they clench a dirty rag and rusty wrench.

"Hey, you're up."

His voice is rough and it makes my heart flutter with nerves. I look up at his face and my heart stops, fresh bruises and cuts littering his pale skin. I wonder what his skin looks like without any bruises or cuts.

"Your face, Tegan. Are you okay?"

I take a few steps to him, lifting my hand and placing it on his jaw. His light brown eyes look straight into mine as his lips curl into a weak smile.

Don't worry about me, I'm always okay."

My lips pull into a small smile and I feel his hand wrap around waist, my mind not even caring about the grease smearing onto my shirt. Soon his other hand joins, encircling me as my head leans against his chest; my eyes closing instantly. Even after the events of last night, I can't help but feel safe in his arms.

"I'm sorry for yesterday, Sara. I am. I just snapped and I wasn't even thinking. Ace wanted to get under my skin and I let him. I'm so sorry."

My eyes open at the second to the last sentence. The previous moments sinking back into my mind. Anna.

"Tegan… the person that Ace described. Was her name Anna?"

Tegan POV:

Her words make my blood run cold. How the fuck does she know her name? My mind goes back to last night, the memories playing on loop as I study it all. Not once did Ace ever say her name. NOT ONCE.

"I heard Fran say that that's who Ace brought up."

I take in a deep breath and slowly untangle my arms, running them through my hair as I turn back to the open car hood. Fucking Fran, man.

"What else did Fran say?"

I whisper, feeling my nerves rise as the scars on my chest start to burn.

"She just said that it was chicken shit for him to bring up Anna."

"That's all?"

I hear Sara let out a small 'Mhm'. I let out a small sigh of relief, placing the dirty rag and wrench on the engine. My hands come up to my face as I rub away the stress I feel slowly starting to form. I'm not ready to tell her about Anna.

"She's my ex, Sara."

I whisper, feeling every bone in my body grow numb. The scars on my chest start to itch, my fingers tingling to give it some relief. I can't believe i'm telling her this.

"Is that why you snapped? Cause he was talking about her?"

Her voice sounds deflated, no longer laced with curiosity. She sounds hurt. Suddenly, it hits me. NO. She thinks that I snapped because he mentioned Anna? My eyes close as they travel back again to last night. I remember rolling my eyes when Ace was talking about Anna, I was honestly not even mad at that. But the moment he insulted Sara, is the moment my mind went blank. 'I mean, you went from beautiful emerald green eyes to . . . shit brown ey-.'

I open my eyes and look down at the engine below me, my blood boiling as his words echo in my head. I didn't snap at the mention of Denise, I snapped the moment he insulted Sara. My nostrils flare as my hands slam down against the car, my anger growing as the image of Sara's bruised face comes into mind. I hear Sara gasp, her feet shuffling as they no doubt take a step back away from me.

"I snapped the moment he mentioned you, Sara. Not Anna."

Suddenly, I feel a pair of soft arms wrap around my stomach. I flinch as her hands rest on my ribs, my heart racing at how close she is to the wrap around my chest.

"Is she the one that hurt you?"

She asks, her thumbs slowly moving up and down as my chest begins to heave. My eyes start to sting, I'm not ready for this conversation at all. My head nods weakly, my eyes closing shut as they prepare for the number of questions I know she wants to ask. The questions I'm not at all ready for.

"No matter how different you are, Tegan. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Her words cut through my skin like a knife, the pain in my chest immediately subsiding as her arms tighten their grip around me. What? I push my body up and turn around in her embrace, my eyes instantly connecting with hers as mine begin to sting even more.

"Sara, I -"

"You don't have to tell me anything right now, Tegan. Only when you're ready."

My eyes scan her face, the weak yet reassuring smile forming on her lips makes my hands shake. I don't know how to feel right now, in all honesty. I feel too many emotions. Part of me feels a sense of relief, a wave of stress taken from my shoulders because she's not pressuring me to tell her. But, I can't help but be worried at the same time. Shouldn't she be pressuring me to tell her? Even then, only one thought comes to my mind. She cannot be anymore perfect. I let out a small whimper and lean down, crashing my lips against hers. Her lips pull into a wide grin and I can't help but whimper again, my eyes leaking at the corners as her tongue hits mine. Relief washes over me as her hands grab fistfuls of my shirt.

"As much as I love kissing you, I kinda need to go home."

She whispers against my lips. I let out a small sigh and lean my forehead against hers, feeling for the first time in years...safe. I feel safe.

"Guess I gotta get you home then, huh?"

"That would be ideal, yes."

She laughs, my heart racing at the sound. It's a sound I don't think my heart will ever forget.

"Thank you, Sara."

I whisper, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Her cheeks rise with a cheeky grin and she nods, pressing her forehead into my lips again for another kiss. I let out a small chuckle and kiss it again, feeling my stomach flutter.

"Let's get you home."

Sara POV:

I set my plate down on the dining room table, my parents gaze burning from the other end of the table. I pull my chair out and sit down, looking up at them as I place my hands down on my lap. The room stays silent as my mom looks down at her plate and grabs her fork and knife, slicing into her medium rare steak.

"So, where were you last night? Before you use Reesa as an excuse, I called her mom this morning and she said you weren't there."

I take in a small breath and pick up my fork, twirling around the mashed potatoes on my plate. Shit. In all my life, my mother has never been the kind of mom who checks on me before bed. In fact, for the past few years we haven't really spoken much. She's been too busy with work and I usually spend all my time with Reesa.

"I went to the beach with some friends."

I whisper, shoving a fork full of mashed potatoes into my mouth. They were bland, no butter or salt. I make a slight face of disgust and swallow, setting down my fork to grab my glass of RC.

"Friends? If Reesa was at home all night, which friends did you go with?"

My dad's voice is taunting, it makes my nerves rattle beneath my skin.

"Some new friends from school, Dad."

It's quiet for a moment, the sound of all our chewing filling the room. I grab my knife and cut into my steak, my mind going to a greasy Tegan. I wonder how he likes his steak?

"Our neighbor Pamela said she saw you get into a dirty van last night with some people playing hideous music way too loud."

I stop chewing instantly, my fork dropping to my plate. I look up at my mother and she has a blank expression on her face. I turn to my dad and he's busy cutting a piece of fat from his meat. I take in a shaky breath and slowly nod my head, feeling my stomach curdle. Fucking Pamela.

"There was also a boy."

"His name is Tegan."

My eyes grow wide and I close my mouth, feeling my heart race. SHIT!

"Tegan? Isn't that a girl's name?

My dad asks, looking over at my mom with a mouthful of food. My mom looks at him and gives an unsure nod, trailing her eyes back to mine. I look down at my plate and pick my fork backup, stabbing a pile of peas.

"Should we be worried?"

My mom asks, making me look back up at her. The expressions on their faces are now readable, unsure smiles dawning their features. I let out a small sigh and slowly shake my head, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.

"No mom, nothing to be worried about."