MFor all the stars out there. Always shine, don't let anyone steal your light. ❤❤

*~*~Brody's P.O.V~*~*

"You watch me bleed until I can't breath, I'm shaking, falling onto my knees, and now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches."

As I continue to do my homework, I hum silently to myself to the tune of Stitches by Shawn Mendes.

Quality song, that. Quality.

I try to lose myself in Calculus and Percentage change, but I can't help but let my mind drift back to that person.

The person I adore.

The person I love.

Natasha.

She really scared me that day. With her sudden Fearful demeanour. She looked so frightened. So, so frightened. I'd never seen her that scared before. I had always thought that she was this strong, bold, confident girl who wasnt afraid of anything. Though, I can't say I wasn't. Because I was. Very. Who wouldn't be shitting their pants when they are literally two metres away from an ongoing murder?

But I knew that I had to help that woman. Fear is just a feeling, you can't let that feeling take over you. I was scared, so, so scared. But I knew I had to do it. I had to help her. I couldn't let fear consume me and stop me from doing the right thing.

But I did.

And it wasn't fear of the murderer. It wasn't fear for that woman. It was fear for Natasha. I feared for her. For her safety. For her health. When she fainted, that's when I let fear consume me. I didn't know what to do. I didnt know what had happened or why she had fainted.

That's where I had to make a decision.

I had a choice. I could help the woman. Or I could help Natasha. And in my eyes, that was an easy choice.

So, like the knight in shining armour I am, I decided to save Natasha. I took her back to my car, and drove her to the hospital; ignoring the desperate pleas of help from the woman.

Because after all, fear is just a feeling. Love, is an emotion.

And I couldn't let my feelings overwhelm my emotions. I couldn't let my fear be the reason due to which Natasha could have ended up being seriously hurt.

I would never be able to forgive myself.

But, speaking of which. What did happen to her? The doctor said that there was nothing wrong with her that should have caused her to lose consciousness, and that she was perfectly fine. So, what was wrong with her? Why did she faint? I had so many unanswered questions, and nobody to ask for answers.

It was all a big mystery.

Snapping me out of my deep thoughts, was the sound of my music being paused, and my phone beginning to ring loudly.

Hoping that it was who I thought it was, I excitedly grab my phone from my study table; swiping the lock screen in order to see said caller; only to scrunch my face up in displeasement.

Ugh. Amelia. Again.

Just what I needed.

Deciding that I was really not in the mood for her pointless bullshizm, I ignore the call and let it ring; placing my phone back on my table.

Just this once.

As I place the phone on the table; I grab my pencil and continue to do my honework.

Ok. So. If x is 4, the-

Ring. Ring.

The sound of my phone ringing, once again, causes me to lose my focus and divert my attention towards it. Placing my pencil back down onto the table; I grab my phone again, annoyed, and see who is calling me. Again. As I read the caller I.D, I groan loudly in annoyance and exasperation.

Amelia. Again.

Once again ignoring her call, I place my phone back on my table; tired of her whining and constant phone calls.

Why can't she just leave me alone.

Repeating the same steps from before; I grab my pencil from the table and attempt to do my homework in peace.

For a few minutes-thankfully-there is quiet. No phone calls. No Amelia. And I am able to study in peace.

But, obviously, I spoke too soon. Just as I had thought she would leave me alone, and take the hint that I didn't want to speak to her sorry self, I hear my phone beeping, indicating that I had a notification. Only this time, it was a message. Unwillingly grabbing my phone from my table, again, I am not surprised when I unlock it to find a message from Amelia awaiting me in my inbox.

It was too good to be true.

As I open my inbox; I click on the message from her. It's hard to miss. She saved her name on my phone as 'My Sexy Bae'.

More like 'My Unsexy ex'.

As I read the message, anger surges through my whole body; the vein in my forehead threatning to pop right out.

My Sexy Bae: Tashy boo is currently lying on her bed doing some serious revision. Call me back if you want it to stay that way.

Seriously. You have got to be kidding me. She's resorted to stalking her as well. Is she really that desperate?

She's full blown crazy.

Tapping violently against my phone, I go to my contacts and scroll through them until I find her. Furiously, I press her name and call her; placing the phone against my ear as I hear it ring.

She picks up almost immediately and starts speaking as soon as she does this. She doesn't even give me a chance to say anything.

"What the hell! Why didn't you pick up my call?" She questions furiously through gritted teeth, I could feel the anger radiating off of her. And I was nowhere near her.

"Erm. Sorry.....I.....uh......." I stutter out, not being able to form any words.

One wrong move and she'll hurt Natasha.

"You what!" She asks, even more annoyed and impatient now.

C'mon Brody.

Think.

Think.

Thi-

"My phone was on silent. I only just saw your calls. Sorry babe." I lie blatantly, putting emphasis on the word 'babe', in an attempt to sweet talk her so that she buys my bullshit.

There is a short, deadly pause for a few minutes until she finally responds.

"Oh. Ok then. Its ok baby. I forgive you. Don't be sad." She tells me, a little too sweetly if I may add.

I am about to say something, but am cut off mid-word when she continues to speak.

"Anyway. Baby, I miss you. Come over to my place and I can show you how much." She purrs seductively.

I saw her like, two hours ago. What is she talking about?

"Babe, I just saw you." I say extra sweetly as I laugh nervously.

I really don't want to see her face again today.

"I know. But I miss you. So come over, right now. See you in ten." She commands, hanging up immediately after so I don't even get a chance to say no.

Great. Just great.

Groaning exasparatedly, I get up off of the very comfy chair that I was sat in, and go to my cupboard. Not in the mood to change out of my clothes, which I had wore to meet Amelia earlier, I just grab the first hoodie I can find and throw it on.

Strolling towards the door to my bedroom, I quickly run down the stairs into the main corridoor. Sitting down on the last step; I grab the first pair of shoes that I own from the shoe rack, and put them on; fiddling with the laces.

As I get my shoes onto my feet, I stand up and walk over to the key rack. I grab my car keys and head for the front door.

Opening the door hurriedly, I step out of my house; locking the door behind me. My mom was at work, so I had to do it myself.

As I stride over to my car, I press the button on my keys; unlocking the vechile. Quickly, I go over to the drivers side; opening the door as I take a seat in there. I buckle my seatbelt before I place the key in the igniton and swiftly turn it; the engine roaring to life.

Taking control of the wheel, I place my foot on the pedal, and begin to back out of my driveway. As I exit the driveway and take the car onto the main road, I think of only one thing.

Will Amelia ever leave me alone? Will I ever get to be with Natasha?

I guess time will tell.

***
Upon arriving at Amelia's house; I scowl greatly as I think of all of the possibilities as to why she wants me here. I mean, she wants to 'see me'. Because she 'misses me'. Yea right. She wants something from me and that's why she called me over.

She ain't that nice.

Walking over to the freshly painted front door of the magnificent mansion of the Parkers'; I frown confusedly. You'd think that they'd be modest with their money and spend it more wisely than on a home that they aren't even going to use for long. But no, they were those type of rich people. The kind who believe in the life motto that 'If you got it, flaunt it'.

And believe me when I say that their daughter has caught on.

Lifting my hand up to the doorbell, I ring it multiple times, hoping that someone would open the door soon and let me in, because I'm not too fond of dancing in the rain. Five minutes has passed and still no response. Now utterly annoyed, I angrily press the doorbell; ringing it repeatedly.

So she forces me to come over to her house and doesn't even have the liberty to let me in. What kind of treatment is that?

As angry and venomous thoughts begin to fill my head, I hear the sound of somebody coming closer towards the door, and then it opens to reveal a beautiful woman with stunning features and a strong resembalace to my 'she devil' of a girlfriend. She looks to be in her mid forty's, but I wouldn't be surprised if she was any younger.

This must be Mrs Parker.

"Oh Brody. Lovely to see you! Im Brenda, Amelia's mother. Amelia said we should be expecting you. Why don't you come on inside and I'll make you some lovely, warm hot chocolate." Mrs Parker greets me in a motherly manner as she ushers me inside her exquisite home, hurriedly shutting the door behind us.

I watch shell shocked at how kind and caring she is, my mouth threatening to hang open, my eyes wide.

She can't be Amelia's mother. She's too nice.

"Amelia's upstairs in her bedroom. I'll just let her know you're here and then you guys can do whatever it is you young couples are into." She says sweetly as she walks towards the gigantic spiral staircase and begins to climb it. I watch her until she gets to the top and until her figure is no longer in my line of sight.

While I wait, I decide to have a look around the gorgeous mansion. And it is only then that I notice the beautiful interior. The walls are high and decorated with cream tiles that have cute floral patterns on them. A massive chandelier hangs from the ceiling, the glimmering diamonds reflecting the light onto every single corner of the room. And there is a door in almost every inch of the room, predictably leading to even more rooms.

This place was stunning.

At first, I think, how can someone afford such an exclusive home. But then I remember the rightful owners of the place and I have no doubt that the Parkers could afford a place like this, and many, many more.

They were the definition of loaded. Like, in the dictionary, next to loaded, it doesn't have a definition. Its has a name. The Parkers. Because like I said, they define loaded.

With Mrs Parker being a world famous fashion designer, and Mr Parker a world famous Movie director, it's not quite a surprise.

The sound of a very well known, high pitched whiney voice causes me to trail my attention away from my thoughts.

"Brody! Babe, I missed you so much!" Amelia shouts loudly as she excitedly runs towards me from the last step and throws her arms around my neck; hugging me tightly.

"Hey babe." I fake enthusiasm as I gently unwrap her arms from around my neck, and push her a little farther away from me.

Bitch was practically strangling me.

"Well. You know what they say. Distance makes the heart grow fonder." I tell her sweetly, but from the look on her heavily caked face, I'm positive she can see right through my facade.

"Aww. That's cute. But next time, don't act like you like me Brody. I liked you better when you hated me. Nice and feisty." She says as she starts to seductively trail her fingers up and down my chest, sending tingles down my spine.

And not the good type.

"So. Welcome to my humble abode, boyfriend. Beautiful, isn't it." She says, her voice dropping to a whisper as she nears me more.

"It's nice, I guess." I answer boredly.

Lie.

The place was absolutely stunning. But I wasn't going to tell her that. Wouldn't want her head to get any bigger and her ego to increase, now would we?

"Whatever." She brushes away my previous comment; moving closer and closer to me as she sways her hips violently in an attempt to lure me into her trap.

I don't like where this is going.

"Anyways. I missed you so much baby. Wanna give me something to go by for when you leave again?" She says flirtaiously, leaning closer to my face and leaving a trail of kisses down my jawline.

Disgusted, I push her away from me; watching her as she loses her balance and stumbles backwards.

"That wasn't very nice. I just want to have some fun." She tells me quietly as she pouts fakely, once again moving closer to me; running her hands all over my body.

I grab her hands and grip them tightly, stopping them from going any further.

"Amelia, no." I tell her strictly as I look into her icy blue orbs.

This was going too far.

"Why not baby. Just go for it. I promise you I will make it the best you've ever had." She sticks to her adamancy as she begins to touch me all over.

What the hell?

"Amelia. I said fucking no!" I scream at her face in annoyance as I once again forcefully push her off of me.

"Why Brody. Why! I'll give you the best sex ever!" She screams back just as loudly and violently, once again coming onto me. Infact, even louder. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole of Japan heard her.

"Because I dont want to!" I tell her angrily as I furiously shove her body away from me.

"But why! I'm your fricking girlfriend! You're supposed to want this!" She screeches at the top of her voice; tears rolling violently down her cheeks."

"But I don't love you! Why do you keep forgetting that this is a forced relationship! I don't want this!" I shout at her all in one go, breathing heavily as anger bubbles up inside of me; threatening to explode at any given moment.

"NO! YOU DO LOVE ME! YOU DO! I KNOW YOU DO! I-

"I LOVE NATASHA! UNDERSTAND! ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL. YOU WILL NEVER-

"No. No. You don't. You love me. You have to fucking love me!" She screams; cutting me off as she begins to furiously yank at her hair; effectively ripping it out.

What is wrong with her?!

"Amelia. I don't love you. I love Natasha, I-

"No. You have to! You have to love me!" She grabs more fistfuls of her hair and begins to yank it even harder.

"Amelia, calm down-

"No. You fucking love me! You have to! You have to!" She shouts as she lets go of her hair, and steadies her breathing.

But it only lasts a minute.

Just as I think she's calmed down, she grabs an expensive looking China vase from the table next to her and energetically throws it in my direction.

Using my fast reflexes, I move out of the way and watch as the vase hits the wall behind me, smashing into millons and millions of tiny pieces; just missing my head.

Is she crazy?

"What the hell, Amelia?!" I scream loudly, a shocked expression on my features.

"You love me! Not that bitch! Me!" She continues to scream like a madwoman as she grabs a lamp from beside her on a different table and throws it to a different wall.

Has she completely lost the plot?

"Amelia, calm the fuck down. Just-

"No! You fucking love me! Do you get it. Me! Only me!" I try to move closer to her in an attempt to grab her and shut her up, maybe even knock some sense into her, but she just grabs the next valuable piece of China she can find and throws it anywhere.

She continues to smash anything, and absolutely anything she can find as she tugs at her hair at the same time. Her nose is bright red and tears stream down her already tear stained face.

Not knowing what exactly to do in a situation like this, I do the one thing a guy would do when his crazy, stalker of an ex girlfriend gets even more crazier.

"Mrs Parker! Mr Parker! Anyone! Help!" I shout at the top of my voice, the sound echoing off of the walls of the magnificent building.

No response.

"Hel-

I begin to speak but shut my mouth immediately when I notice what I think is the whole Parker household running frantically down the stairs, worry evident on their features.

"What ha-

Mrs Parker begins to speak as she comes to a stop infront of me, but stops immediately when she notices her daughter frantically throwing and smashing things.

"No. No. Not again!" She cries as she runs over to a now completely crazy Amelia, and grabs her arms tightly in order to stop her from throwing or smashing the expensive looking glass ornament in her hands.

"Richard, Help. Grab her other arm." Mrs Parker shouts at her husband for assistance in controlling their psychotic daughter.

Mr Parker doesn't take two seconds to respond as he immediately runs over to where his wife and daughter are currently standing, and assists his wife in holding down Amelia. All in the blink of an eye.

"Let me go!" Amelia screeches violently, struggling to get out of her parents' grip.

"Amelia. Honey, please calm down. It's all going to be-

"No. I said let me go! I want Brody. I need Brody." She continues to wriggle in her parents' grasp; attempting to break free.

All the while I just stand there, confusion evident on my features.

"What's wrong with her?" I finally question as I watch Mr and Mrs Parker hold their daughter; trying their best to calm her down and keep her still.

Realizing that I was still standing there, they both turn to look at me, sorrow taking over both of their features.

"Brody, just go. Leave. You're free now. You don't have to stay with Amelia. Just go." Mrs Parker tells me; a sad emotion flashing through her eyes.

They knew?

"Wait. You guys knew that your daughter was forcing me to be with her, and you let her?" I question incredulously.

How could they?

"Brody, please. Just go." Mr Parker practically begs me, ignoring my query.

"No. Not until you answer my question. Why? And w-

"Because our daughter was going crazy!" Mrs Parker shouts at me as tears begins to roll vigorously out of her eyes.

"She's crazy! When you guys broke up, it was too much for my baby to handle. She still loved you, Brody. That day was just a drunken mistake, she didn't mean to. She was off her face, she had no clue what she was doing. And it didn't help that you weren't giving her much attention. But you didnt believe her, and you left her. But I dont blame you, I would do the same. But my daughter didn't agree. She thought you were unjust to her. So she started going crazy. She started seeing things, she started talking to herself. She started seeing you everywhere, Brody. She was going crazy for you. The doctors didn't know what to do. We wanted our daughter back, and she wanted you back. So when she forced you to date her again, we didn't say anything, because we thought it would make her better. But no. It didn't work. It has made her even worse, Brody. You're not good for her. Her love is toxic. It's gonna get her killed. But we're going to fix her. We're going to help our daughter. We're going to get her sanity back. And we're going to do it the right way. A way that won't hurt anyone. You're free, Brody. You don't have to keep up with this forced relationship. Natasha will stay safe. Don't worry. Just go. Leave. Live your life. And we don't ever want to see you near our daughter again. Please. Just go." Mrs Parker finishes, now sobbing uncontrollably.

I take a second to let her words sink in. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Amelia wasn't just some selfish bitch who couldn't get over me. She was just a girl who wanted her boyfriend's attention, and when he didn't give it to her, She made an unforgivable mistake.

I begin to see the situation in a whole New light. This wasn't Amelia's fault. It was mine. All mine. I was the one who broke her. I was the one who provoked her. If only I had paid her more attention. If only I was a good boyfriend.

It was all my fault.

However, this also brings me a new realisation. It changes everything. I didn't love Amelia. I just liked her. If I loved her we wouldn't be having to deal with this situation today.

Love was what I felt for Natasha. I was sure of it. I understand now. I understand the value of love.

I understand that I need love.

Natasha's love.

And I will gain my love.

Because I've been too selfless now. It was time for me to be selfish for once.

For Natasha.

For my love.

"Brody, leave. Please." Mr Parker tells me; snapping me out of my thoughts as he continues to cry at his daughter's frail condition.

And this time. I don't stop. I don't just stand there and do nothing.

I leave.

I leave, because I have something to leave for.

I leave, because I was going to get my girl.

And I was going to get her soon.

***

Now. I wasn't usually the type of guy to lose sleep over a girl, but that's exactly what was happening right now.

It was 11:45, and I was currently lying in my bed, tossing and turning every five minutes. I had tried so hard, but I just couldn't get to sleep.

I couldn't contain my excitement for tomorrow. I was finally free from Amelia, which meant that there was nothing stopping me now. I was going to tell Natasha what I felt tomorrow, and I couldn't wait.

I would have done it today, but by the time I got back from Amelia's house, it was already late. And if Natasha did feel the same way, then I was planning on taking her out somewhere special, and it was too late to do it today.

I close my eyes once again, atempting to sleep. But it doesn't work. Ten minutes pass but I'm still wide awake. My excitement was bubbling up and I just couldn't wait any longer. You know what, the date can wait.

Better sooner than later.

Ripping the thick, warm blanket off of my body; letting the chilly air hit my figure, I get up off of my bed and stand up.

Not bothering to even change, I hurriedly walk over to my wardrobe, and grab the first hoodie I can find; quickly chucking it on my body.

Running out of my room; I hurry down the staircase and reach the landing. As I grab my shoes from the shoe rack, I sit down on the last step and put my shoes on one by one. As I tie the last shoelace, I stand up and brush the dust off my joggers.

Now clean and ready to go, I grab my keys from the shelf, and head for the front door.

I unlock the door with the keys; stepping out into the chilly April air. The cool, vicious wind hits me hard, nearly blowing me away from my spot on the ground. Shutting the door behind me and locking it securely, I step out onto the cobbled pathway that leads to the now empty street outside my house.

As I reach the street, I begin to walk in the direction of Natasha's house. She only lives a few minutes away from me. Maybe twenty, give or take.

Regretting not getting changed, I sigh heavily. It was freezing and I was going to profess my love for Natasha in my PJ's.

I know. I know. It screams romantic.

But, it doesn't matter. Clothes could wait, This was more important.

As I continue to stroll through the desolate, dark streets, I decide to practice what I would actually say.

Taking a deep breath, I begin to speak.

"Natasha. Hey. I just wanted to tell you that I love you." I say nervously, even if I was just saying it to myself.

Imagine how I would be when I say it to her.

Shaking my head in disagreement, I try a different aproach. That one was too straightforward.

"Natasha. Hi, how are you. I love you." I say once again, but immediately cringe at how terrible I sound.

That's even more straightforward than the other one.

I suck in a deep breath; calming my nerves down before I continue my practice session.

Scratching the back of my head, still a little anxious, I begin to talk again.

"Natasha, I-

I begin to speak but am cut off almost immediately by the sound of a blood curdling scream in the distance.

"Ahhhhhhhh. Help! Help me! They're going to kill me!"

The pleading cries of a man can be heard in the near distance.

A panicked expression on my face, I start to frantically look around; trying to locate the source of the screaming.

"Help. Please!"

The voice continues to beg for help, and I begin to follow the trail of the sound of it.

Walking forward, closer to an empty alleway around the corner, the voice gets more and more clear, as well as a little muffled.

As I near the corner that leads into the alleyway, some more voices can be heard over the muffling sound of the man from before.

"Lo encerró." Says an unknown voice with a thick spanish accent to it. I can't quite make out the gender because I'm not close enough.

"Sólo matarlo ya, y date prisa. las órdenes del jefe." Answers another unknown voice, and this time I can tell that it's male.

Then, it suddenly stops.

After that, there is no sound. No noise. However, I can hear some quiet whimpering, but even that dissapears after a moment.

And then, it all happens too quick. A gunshot. A scream. And a loud thud.

My breathing quickens and my eyes widen as I peer around the corner. My eyes still wide, it's not a surprise that they widen even more at the sight imfront of me. There, lying on the floor, in a pool of his own blood, is a man, who I'm assuming is now dead. And infront of him, covered from head to toe in black, are two unknown people, with dangerous looking guns laying in the palms of their hands.

For a second, I forget where I am. I stop and just stare at the scene infront of me. I had just beared witness to a murder. And I was just standing there like nothing happened.

Finally snapping out of my trance; I understand the amount of danger I am currently in, and decide to move.

Still watching the two figures infront of me in case they spot me, I begin to slowly tiptoe backwards, careful not to make even a single sound.

However, I know I'm not successful in my act when I hear the unmissable sound of a loud crunch of a twig as I stand on it; closing my eyes in annoyance.

Damn it.

Opening my eyes; I look ahead of me to see both of the figures in black, standing there, a few steps ahead of where they were before, looking straight at me as they point their guns towards me.

Uh oh.

For a few minutes, we stay in the same position. Them, standing there pointing their weapons at me. And me standing there with my fearful expression.

Luckily, I realise the amount of danger I have gotten myself into, and decide to do the best thing a guy in my situation could do.

I run.

Spinning quickly on my heel, I lift up my feet; pushing into them all of the force I have within me as I speed off down the street.

And I have never been more thankful for the lack of people.

As I run further through the streets,  I turn my head around to find the two hooded figures running a few metres behind me, chasing me.

Picking up speed, I pant heavily as I turn a corner at the end of the street. No longer being able to hear the sound of loud thuds behind me, I turn around once again. Only this time, I find an empty street.

No hooded people. No nothing.

Under the illusion that I had finally gotten rid of the two murderers, I tirefully run into the park beside me and hurry over to the first tree I can find; slowing down a bit.

leaning against a large oak tree, I calm down my once frantic breathing and relax a little; sighing happily as I begin to respire normally again.

However, my joy is short lived.

It all happens in the blink of an eye.

I hear noises. I turn around. I feel something cool and hard hit the back of my head.

And then, I am out.

***

"¿Qué quiere decir, que trajo un niño?"

"Un nino. A un adolescente. Lo vio todo, pero no matan a inocentes."

"Así que lo llevó a usted. Su hasta usted lo que quiere hacer."

"Idiotas . No puede hacer nada bien . Simplemente, vamos a ver qué hacer . Quédate aquí."

Slowly and painfully, my eyes flutter open as distant foreign voices can be heard speaking. The voices suddenly come to a stop; the last sentence coming from an exremely angry and annoyed sounding person. Due to the throbbing pain in my head, and the intense headache taking over me; I can't quite decipher the exact gender, though I think I heard a controlling and feisty female.

As my eyes finally open-the pain never ending- I begin to look around and try to pinpoint my current location.

I can't remember much. I remember running away from the two hooded figures, and then hiding out behind a tree. But I can't quite figure out what happened after that.

As I take a good look around, I try to make out where I am. Taking a good peek around the place, I begin to clearly see what seems like an old warehouse. The walls are battered and bruised; the wallpaper peeling off greatly in many different places. The ceiling is at a great height, at least a few metres away from my head. In the middle of the room, a short distance away from me is an old, tattered chair, on its last legs.

Sitting silently in the corner of the desolate room; are a ton of boxes filled with what I think are lots and lots of guns.

Lifting myself carefully off of the cold, hard, concrete floor, bewilderent taking over me; I begin to make a bee line straight towards the boxes. As I reach the crowded corner, I take my hand and use it to open one of the boxes, grazing my hand over the top of one of the hard metal weapons.

This is dangerous.

I need to get out of here.

Looking around, I try to find some form of exit. Somewhere that I can escape from.

As I swivel my head in circular motions, a small glint on the left side of the main wall catches my eye.

Bingo.

Running towards the glint, I find myself getting closer and closer to what seems like a tiny window.

Nearing the now clearer window; it starts to become bigger and bigger, until I finally see a medium sized window on the wall.

Rubbing my hands together in preparation, I roll both of my sleeves up so that I could climb it. I don't even begin to climb the wall, when I hear the sound of loud incoming footsteps thudding loudly against the floor.

Then, as I turn around, the door slams open forcefully, and in walks a black hooded figure.

The figure stops suddenly and abruptly when they notice me near the window, standing there without even uttering a word.

Lifting their hands up to their head, the figure grasps the end of their hood and pulls it off of their head, revealing their face.

I freeze.

It's as if time has stopped.

I can't move. Can't speak. Can't do anything.

There, standing infront of me, matching my expression of shock, is the last person I would have ever expected to see here.

"N.....N.....Natasha?" I stutter out, shock and bewilderment laced in my tone.

What is she doing here?

"Brody." She says, her voice shaky, just as shocked and confused as I am.

Running hurriedly and worriedly  towards her, I gently cup her face in my hands as I reach her, worry evident on my features.

"Are you ok? What are you doing here? What did they do to-

I begin to frantically question as I caress her smooth face in my rough hands, until a loud, manly voice booming through the room in a foreign language interupts me.

"Jefe, ¿qué vas a hacer con él?" Another voice says.

"Yo digo que sólo lo debe matar, de Aurora."

Then, Natasha powerfully and fiercely rips her beautiful face away from the tight grip of my hands, and angrily walks over to the two men, whose faces I still haven't seen.

"¡No! No voy a matarlo!" She shouts viciously into his covered face, jabbing him in the chest with her perfectly manicured nail at every word.

"Why not? You've killed many times before, so why not now?" Exclaims the bulky looking man, a strong foreign accent rolling fluently off his tongue.

And then, I begin to see the reality.

I begin to understand everything.

"Que es inocente." Natasha sighs heavily, sadness laced into her fragile tone.

But by now I've lost any sympathy I felt for her. Any worry. Every thing.

I'm beginning to see her for what she really is.

"Bueno, entonces, qué hacemos?" The other bulky man says exasparatedly in Natasha's direction.

But I don't really care anymore.

Backing away fearfully from the dangerous, hooded trio, fear and angst take over me as the truth dawns upon me.

Its her.

It's been her all along.

She played me like a toy.

"Voy a hacer algo. Sólo se perdió, los dos de usted." Natasha says angrily to both men; her teeth gritted and her expression furious, causing them both to ultimately spin on their heels, and walk out.

Leaving only me and Natasha.

"Brody, I-

She begins sorrowfully as she reaches out to me, but I only flinch away from her as I cut her off.

"You're a murderer." I state.

"It's you. It's been you all along." I continue to state the obvious facts, angry, salty tears rolling down my cheeks.

I cant believe this. I finally find love, I finally find the one. And she's a cold blooded killer.

I'm in love with a monster.

"Brody. I....M.....You." Natasha manages to stutter out, guilt written all over her gorgeous face.

"It's you! It's been you all along! You're a murderer. A bloody killer!" I scream furiously at her at the top of my weary voice, my face most likely bright red.

It's her.

"I.....I'm sorry, Brody." She cries out, choking on a sob as tears fall vigorously down her already tear stained face, just like her hands are stained with blood.

The face that I love.

She immediately walks closer to me.

I immediately walk away from her.

She continues to do so, and I follow suit in the opposite direction, but it doesn't last long as my back eventually hits the solid brick wall.

She continues to boldly move towards me until she is almost millimetres away from me, her hot breath fanning my face.

"I'm sorry, Brody." She whispers genuinely as she trails one of her soft fingers down my tearful face.

I close my eyes unwillingly; enjoying the feel of her small hand against my face.

"But I'm not sorry for what I've done. Bastards deserved it. Every single one of them." She spits viciously as she continues to cry uncontrollably, only now, they're angry tears.

This isn't her.

Sorrow can be immensly identified in my shaky voice as I speak back. "But, why. Why Natasha. Why did they fucking deserve it?" I ask her furiously, still not having the nerve to push her away.

Despite all. I still seem to want her.

No matter how much I shouldn't.

She smiles a sad, weak smile as she wipes away a few stray tears from her red and swollen face.

"I can't tell you. I'm not done yet."

By now, I'm a crying wreck, with smelly clothes and hair sticking out in many different places on my scalp.

"What do you mean?" I question, my eyebrows furrowing in bewilderment.

"Nothing. I don't mean anything." She begins with no expression in particular on her features.

"But you have to promise me one thing. You won't tell anyone about me. Please. You can't." She pleads to me; closing her eyes shut as she once again begins to cry viciously.

"Why though?" I push on; wanting to know the full story, also crying horribly.

"Brody. I cant tell you. But why do you even care about that, I'm-

"WHY DO I CARE? WHY DO I CARE? BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU. THAT'S WHY." I scream at her furiously right in her face, but her expression doesn't seem to change one bit.

She gives me a knowing smile.

She then begins to slowly lean in closer and closer to me, her lips brushing against mine as our noses collide.

"I know." She murmurs to me as she gently presses her plump lips against mine; kissing me sweetly as I inhale her sweet strawberry scent. She pulls away after a moment too soon, though I can still taste her salty tears in my mouth.

"I love you too." She tells me, tenderly and peacefully, though her voice comes out as a whisper.

I freeze.

Time freezes.

I replay the words over and over in my head; savouring her confession, her voice still ringing in my ears.

She loves me.

She loves me.

She fucking loves me.

"But I'm sorry." She continues, resting her forehead against mine as she sighs sadly.

I relish in the warmth of her body heat as I frown confusedly, shutting my eyes tightly; my eyebrows shooting up.

"What?" I question in bewilderment, but my voice barely comes out as a quiet whisper.

"I'm so, so sorry. I didn't want to have  to do this. But I do. But just know, that I love you. Too the moon and back." She tells me solemnly as she presses her beautiful lips against mine again, not even giving me the chance to speak, and I once again taste the sweet salty tears pouring out of her eyes.

This kiss isn't sweet, it isn't tender. Nor gentle. In fact, it's hungry. She's kissing me like she'll never get the chance to do it again. Like her life depends on it.

Then, suddenly and abruptly, she pulls away from me, a sad look shining brightly in her emerald eyes.

Like a diamond.

She's my diamond.

For a few short and deadly moments, we just stand there quietly, staring intently and lovingly into each other's eyes, entrancing each other; attempting to captivate each others soul.

But it doesn't last long.

I don't even begin to register what happens next. It all happens too quick for my brain to catch on.

Natasha quickly pulls out a small gun. Hits me hard over the head; shedding bright red, oozing blood, and it all happens in the blink of an eye.

All too soon.

"Te amo." She whispers gently to me,  clearly upset, sorrow laced in her shaky and weary tone, which is the last thing that I am able to hear.

Then, for the second time in one dreadful day, I am out cold.

***

This time, when I slowly and excruciatingly open my eyes, the imemse pain in my head is even worse than it was before. Double, even.

Despite the aching headache rapidly making its way into my brain, I pick myself up off the same floor from before, for the second time today, my body physically throbbing and extremely tired and exhausted.

As I finally get up, a dirty white piece of paper falls off of me, landing silently onto the floor next to me.

Huh?

Curious and intrigued, I exhaustedly grab the piece of paper from beside me; unfolding it while being careful in an attempt to not crease it up or rip it any further.

As the paper opens in my hands; it reveals some beautifully written words. Like a letter.

Recognising the writing almost immediately, I begin to read.

Brody,

Hey. It's me, Natasha. I know I'm probably the last person you want to see or even hear from right now, but I had to do this. I had to tell you this. Brody, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry that I hurt you, but you have to understand why. I'm a murderer, Brody. And you're an amazing high school kid. Its not going to work. I shouldn't have fallen for you. I shouldn't have. I should have just pushed you away like I did everyone. I should have just let you go. But I couldn't. When I first met you, something clicked. It's like, even if I wanted to, I couldn't push you away. There was something about you that me want to not push you away. And then, I did the one thing I promised myself I wouldn't. I fell for you. Hard. And I shouldn't have. Brody, I'm a killer. You deserve someone so much better than me. Someone who doesn't kill as the clock strikes midnight. I'm no Cinderella, Brody. I'm a bitch. And you deserve better. And I know you'll keep my secret. It's just a gut feeling. I don't know, maybe it's because I love you. I just know. Maybe one day in the future, if Destiny grants us permission, I'll see you again. And we can be together. And we'll stay together forever. You know what they say, if you love someone, let them go. And I love you, Brody. So, so much. Words can't even describe. But for now, maybe forever, this is goodbye, Brody.

I love you.

But for you, I'll never be good enough.