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Disclaimer: The Selection belongs to Kiera Cass.

"Everything you're running away from is inside your head"

I pounded on the door. Damn it! It was locked. My phone was in my room and I doubted there would any wifi in this small closet.

"Help! Someone!" My hand felt bruised and I knew there would be marks on my neck. Pressing my head to the door, I listened for any noises. Nothing.

The room was dark and I fumbled around for a light switch. My fingers brushed against a small button and a dim light appeared. Mops. Buckets and an empty sink. Sinking to the floor, I took in deep, slow breaths. Looking up, I let out a cheer. YES! An air vent! Thank God!

I quickly stood up and balanced myself on the bottom of an empty bucket. Using my pocket knife as a screwdriver, I separated the grate from the ceiling and hoisted myself up. I knew that there was only one way and that it led to the change room. Hopefully, it would be the girl's change room.

Crawling through the narrow vent, I replayed the past events.

"I know exactly who you are."

"I want you gone by next week."

"I'd hate if anything bad happened to Maxon."

This was bad. Really bad.

I could see a faint light at the end of the tunnel and I let out a relieved sigh. A couple of minutes later, I exited the change rooms; leaving a mob of shocked, screeching girls behind. At least it wasn't the guys.

As I walked into my room, I noticed a blood red letter lying on my bedsheets. No. Way. Quickly ripping the top off, I read the note with trembling hands.

Not a word to any of your precious friends. Unless you want them gone.

I sat down on the bed and sobbed quietly. Why? Why is Aiden doing this? Tucking the letter under my vanity, I dried my tears and walked outside. Calm face America. Maxon will be safe, and all will end well. Heart broken...but safe.

I was going to have to leave.

"Hey, America! Wait up!" I heard Maxon's voice behind me. Smiling, I noticed how carefree he looked.

"Hey," I said. Maxon gave me a quick kiss and grabbed my hand, pulling me to a nearby balcony.

"See those clouds? It's about to rain! Come on!" Pulling me outside, I felt how humid the air was and I could smell the metallic scent of rain. "Do you want to dance?"

I giggled as a fat drop of rain landed on my nose, "Very much, kind sir."

Maxon chuckled and pulled me to his chest. The rain was pouring now, soaking our school uniform. The both of us laughed and for a moment, I forgot about everything around us.

"I love you America Singer." Then everything came rushing back. Hitting me in the stomach and slapping me in the face. I felt the air leaving my lungs and the butterflies filling up my stomach. The world began to spin and Aiden's words came rushing at me.

I couldn't do it.

"I'm sorry Maxon, I don't feel the same way about you." I pushed the sobs back down and watched as his face froze. Lie. Lie. Lie.

"What to do you mean?" He asked, confused. Thunder clapped in the distance. I looked away from him and entered bitch-mode.

Huffing, I rolled my eyes and explained, "I'm sorry, I let this go on for too long. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"America, are you kidding me?" His brown eyes hardened and he shook his head in shock, "after everything? You're just leaving?"

"That's what I said," This was killing me. You have to do this America. Remember Aiden.

"I'm sorry." He looked away from me and I shivered. It was getting cold. Rain dripped from my hair and ran down my back. My eyes were stinging and my throat was sore. The scarf that I had worn today; to hide my bruises, was heavy and drooping. I looked and felt like a mess. I had become one of those agents who let down their emotional shield, the agents who our teachers warned us never to become. I failed. I failed Maxon. I failed Georgia. I failed August. I failed my family. I failed my friends. And I failed me.

Maxon pulled away from me in disgust, "America. What's going on? Why are you acting like this? Is this some type of prank? Did Celeste say something to you? Did my father. Because I can assure you, whatever they said about us, is a lie." This was taking too long and every second was breaking my heart. I had to end it quickly.

"What's there to understand, Maxon? I don't love you. I don't even like you. You were just another casual fling. I'm leaving and thank God I won't see you again. Don't bother looking for me. Just...leave me alone!" I yelled. Maxon stood there, shocked, angry, annoyed and dripping wet. Tears were streaming down my face but I doubted Maxon could see them due to the pouring rain.

"Fine! I'll leave you alone, looks like I'm not good enough for you! My father was right, you're just another gold digging brat!" I gasped in shock and my heart shattered. I hoped this would never happen.

"Don't you dare say that about me! Let me remind you of how you used to treat other girls!" Come on America! Keep on going! Put your broken heart aside and finish up the job!

"Oh, so now it's my fault! You know what, it is my fault. I should never have talked to you in the first place. If you leave, which I hope you do, don't bother coming back," then he straightened his tie, snatched up his jacket and walked away. It was over. Everything I cared about was gone.

I let out a strangled cry and collapsed on the floor.

"Well done." A pop rang through the air and everything went dark.

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