11

I got home feeling more relieved than ever, Lucas decided to give me a break and so did Jenny who just cast looks of hatred to me from where she was sitting with Lucas.
Them not picking up with me in the school canteen was a world break in record.
I just pray they do that always and won’t look my side ever again but Lucas was staring at me all along.
Beatrice dropped me and zoomed off, her mum called her to do something important for her.
I opened the door and got in as I dropped my bag pack on the seat.
“Mum, I’m home!” I called out.
“Mum!” I called again but didn’t get any response.
I thought she said she isn’t going to work today, where could she be?
I made my way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water when I saw a small folded paper on the fridge.
I took it and opened it.
‘Camilla dear, I went out to get something and might not come home on time, take good care of yourself,’
I sighed and opened the mini-sized fridge and took a bottle of water.
I gulped down the cold contents as I felt light-headed.
“Just exactly what I need” I muttered.
I walked into the sitting room sluggishly, as I grabbed my bag and began going to my room.
Ding dong!
The bell rang and mum just said in the letter, she won’t be coming home on time.
It’s not Lillian either, cause she has always come home late.
Beatrice just dropped me off, and my heart hammered wondering who it could be.
I took cautious steps to the door and turn the doorknob gingerly opening the door.
I gasped in terror not believing what I was seeing.
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All the blood in my face got drained and I was lost for words.
What the hell is he doing in my house?
Even his presence alone got me weak and horrified.
How did he even know my house?
My brain searched for answers but couldn’t find one.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in, little sparrow?” He asked tauntingly.
I tried to reply to him but was lost for words, what the hell is wrong with me?
‘What does he want from me?’ I asked myself inwardly.
Thoughts of me closing the door came into my mind as I did so immediately but was not lucky as he stopped the door with his foot.
We gazed at each other before he brushed me aside making me fall as he found his way into my house.
I stood up immediately, closing the door, and turned slowly to meet his scrutinizing gaze at me.
“You can’t be here?” I said, finally finding my voice.
“And why is that?” He asked with a raised brow as he sat on the seat comfortably.
I was thinking he and his crew ignored me today at the canteen but he had other intentions already.
“This is my house, Lucas and you’re not invited here, so leave!” I said with the courage I managed to accumulate in me.
His gaze darkened as he stood up from the chair as took steps towards me.
I found myself returning to my frightened state as I moved back slowly until I got stopped by the wall.
I gasped as he pinned me to the wall, raising my hands above my head.
I tried struggling with him to let go of me, but he just held me in place.
“Don’t you fucking tell me what to do, bitch!” He barked as his gripped tightened on my wrist.
“You can’t terrorize me at school and also do that in my home, for Christ’s sake Lucas,” I cried trying to wiggle free from his hold.
“Calm down little sparrow, I’m not here to hurt your fat ass,” He smirked and I gazed at him.
We stared at each and I bit my lips furiously out of fear.
His gaze traveled to my lips and his jawline twitched.
He moved his head closer to mine as panicked hit through as the thought of him kissing me came into my mind.
‘C’mon Camilla, he would never want to do that,’ My mind informed.
He leaned closer and I closed my eyes foolishly, pressing my lips together.
“Do you think, I want to kiss a trash like you?” He sneered at me.
I opened my eyes slowly looking at his tilted head by my side.
“Where’s your room?” He asked moving closer to my ear as he bit them.
My body shuddered as I felt those strange feelings in my stomach.
Different thoughts ran in my mind, only then did I realize he had started dragging me towards the steps.
He was with my bag pack too.
“Lucas, leave me alone!” I shouted as I hit his hand that was wrapped painfully against my wrist with my free hand.
“Leave me alone!” I cried as we started walking upstairs heading to my room.
How does he know my room?
Had he been stalking me?
All these questions ran through my head but I didn’t get an answer for them.
I gasped as he opened my door and dragged me inside closing the door.
He backed me immediately to the door as he dropped my bag on the floor.
His hands were by the sides of my head trapping me there.
We stared into each other eyes for some minutes.
“How did you know–”
“Cut the crap, I came here for you to do my homework,” He smirked and I looked at him dumbfounded.
“Really, you can’t be serious!” I chuckled before I realized what I said.
“What did you just say sparrow?” His gaze darkened as his voice dropped cold.
“No-Nothing, it was a slip of tongue,” I stammered.
“How do you feel, when your prince charming left you out of the blues?” He asked with an evil smirk.
My gaze snapped to his, wondering what he meant.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” I stared at him.
“Stop playing dumb sparrow, the new guy,” He said tauntingly.
“You caused it,” I snapped angrily at him.
“Little sparrow, has some nerves now,” He smirked.
“You tore the letter, right?” I asked curiously.
His gaze bored into mine and that was enough for me to get my answers.
He was the one.
“Why did you?” I asked as a tear slipped down my face.
“Cause you don’t fucking deserve anyone good, you’re nothing but a bitch,” He growled.
My eyes stung with pain, did he purposely come to my house and say all this nonsense in my face.
“Why do you say something that hurts me so much, what did I ever do to you?” I cried hitting my fist on his chest.
“You wanna know, you never should have existed in this world, and you bring painful memories back that I want to torture you every second,” He growled with hate.
“That doesn’t give you the reason to pass your aggressions on me, I didn’t do anything wrong to you,” I cried still holding on to his shirt, I felt like ripping it off.
He always frustrates my life and now he’s giving me some dumb reasons, I brought back some painful memories.
What’s my business with that?
“I’m sorry if I looked like someone who brings back painful memories to you but hurting them wouldn’t make you feel better,” I advise and his eyes sparkled with fire.
He lifted me up like I weighed nothing.
“Lucas, what are you doing?” I asked out of fear.
“What do you think it’s likely to happen when a boy and a girl are left in the room?” He asked.
“No-Nothing!” I said trying to calm myself.
He wouldn’t rape me in my own house.
My back hit the bed and before I could stand up, he hovered over me.
“Lucas, I beg you please don’t rape me,” I cried.
He ignored me and attacked my neck, biting me and sucking at the same time.
“Lucas!” I cried trying to wriggle free from him but his hands clasped with both of mine, pinning me to the bed.
“Why are you doing this?” I cried in frustration.
He sucked even harder as I gasped.
He released one of my hands, as he tried to remove my big cardigan.
“No!” I gasped trying to stop him.
He glared at me, and in go my cardigan came over my head.
I was left in my bra alone and I felt so open in front of him, feeling my dignity leave me.
His gaze trailed to my cleavages as he looked at me.
I tried to use my free hand to cover my exposed breast but he held them away and attacked my neck.
“You don’t even like me! So stop!!” I cried loudly fisting with his clothes but he was too strong for me.
His hands came in contact with my bare skin as I jerked from the spark I felt.
He gazed at me and moved closer to my lips.
“Luca–”
And his lips came crashing on mine, it felt as if the time got paused.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I can’t believe the boy I hate so much, is kissing me at this moment.
I tried to push him away but he drew me to his body by my waist and deepened the kiss.
I found myself moving along with his lips as we deepened the kiss, his tongue found its way into mine telling me how dominant and possessive he is.
His hands trailed on my bare stomach and I gave up.
He withdrew away like he was told to and we both panted staring at each other.
Lucas stood up from my bed as he brushed his hair to the back like he was regretting what he just did.
“Fuck!” He muttered.
I used my bedsheets to cover myself as I stared at him telling myself it was a dream.
He headed for the door.
“If you hate me so much, then why do you want me badly?* I asked curiously stopping him in his track.
“Get my assignment done,” He said and with that, he left.
I slumped back on my bed shocked.
This can’t be happening, it’s a dream.
I have to wake up.