Cerelia's POV:

,,What did you say?" I asked, obviously I was confused. 

,,I- I didn't mean that, it's just I don't like to talk about my mum." he said while he was still holding onto me.

I looked him straight into his hazel eyes. I don't know how to explain it, but it wasn't hate that I felt this time, it was something else. 

,,I'm sorry." I tried avoiding eye contact, but I could feel that he fixed his eyes on me. I was genuinely sorry for starting that topic. It's probably just as hard for him as it is for me.

,,It's okay." he spoke, making me feel warm. ,,Does your father always treat you like that?" as he asked I froze in place. Why would he ask that? Does he maybe have a little bit of kindness in him.

,,Why would you ask that?" I     said, while I was looking at the ground.

,,I don't know just answer it." I could feel his warm breath on my skin, which Made me shiver.

,,Yes." I answered quietly, while he placed his thumb on my chin forcing me to look up.

,,What an asshole, how is he able to do that." he looked furiously at me. He looked like he had pity for me.

His eyes were kind of addictive. You had to look at them. I know, that it wasn't a good idea to think of him in that way, but I couldn't help it. I had to admire how attractive he was. His messy hair, the tattoo's, necklaces and everything was so fucking hot. If I was him I would be full of myself too. Every look, every touch makes me wanna give him my heart. 

Out of nowhere he looked down and let go of my face. He started walking away from me.

,,Really?" I shouted with an obviously irritated voice. 

,,What?" He said as he leaned on a bench.

,,What is wrong with you? At one moment you are being nice and the next second you're an asshole again? You are always changing personality's! You are confusing me for fuck's sake!" I screamed as I was walking towards him. And I meant every word I said. He was confusing me.

,,I'm not changing personalities, I just don't want to get your hope's up. You're not my type." he said with a straight face, so I couldn't really tell if he was serious.

,,Fuck you, Barclay" it was the only thing I could say due to the fact I was still surprised by his behavior.

,,Fuck you too, Clyborne." he said with his back faced to me while he was wandering away.

I watched him get into his car and drive away. Ladies and gentleman this is the exact reason why I don't trust people. They can change in less than a second. Every single time I trusted someone I got fooled. That's why I won't trust him either. For a second thought that the devil had a bit of angel in him, maybe I was wrong. If only someone could hear me, they would think I'm insane. The words that come out of my mouth make it look like we knew each other for ages, even if it was just a week. How am I supposed to move to Los Angeles with him. I definitely have to go, I can't run away. My father owns a mafia, so it won't be difficult for him to find me within a day. It wouldn't even take him a day. 

I didn't have much of a choice so I went to a place that I once called home and packed my things. ,,We will just hire a hitman." my dad's words were going through my head all day. I for sure have skill in fact I'm a trained assassin. But I don't know if I would be strong enough to fight the guy they will hire. Blake wouldn't even listen to me even if I tried to tell him. Why would I even want to tell him. H e would make fun of me. So what if I get killed, it's not like I would loose something.

A week later

A week has passed and it was time to go. I really didn't want to go. I didn't want to face him. It sounds childish, but I don't have enough energy. One of my dreams was to go to Los Angeles, but for sure not with him. The last time I left my hometown was ten years ago. My father always said it was too dangerous, however he obviously does not care about my safety anymore. I put on the clothes I prepared for today and put my hair in a messy bun.

Today I wasn't allowed to drive my own car. Just, because they think I would disappear. Whatsoever the driver drove me to the airport. When I got out of the car I looked around, hoping I won't see a familiar face and luckily I didn't. Coffee, I could smell it all over the place. I had to get one. The driver made sure that I'll be back in twenty minutes. I was under a big pressure so I took the shorter way through some abandoned hallway's. I wasn't scared, I knew that I could defend myself. When I arrived at the shop I ordered a large black coffee. I really needed it. On my way back I walked into a tall guy and spilled my coffee all over me. He apologized, anyways he was in a rush just as me so he didn't stay to help me. The clock said I still had some time left so I searched for the nearest toilet. 

I opened the door and walked over to the sink. Luckily it came off effortlessly. But it didn't go fast enough. Now I was about ten minutes late. 

I rushed through those lonely hallways again, this time they weren't lonely actually. As I looked over to see who was sitting at the bench in a corner I saw Blake. Do we always have to run into each other I asked myself. He was wearing headphones. Probably he was listening to some music to calm himself down. One thing that I was sure about was that he was as frustrated as me about the whole situation. And again I'm not angry, I'm thankful that he's so rude, it made it easier for me to not get my heart broken. As I was about to leave, he looked at me.

,,Hi." he said to me while still having his headphones in. I was surprised that he even talked to me.

,,Hey." I crossed my arms to stop myself from playing with my hands.

,,I don't know how to say this, and I'm not good at apologizing but I'm sorry." he said before closing his eyes.

I couldn't respond to him, because I had all my attention at the person standing behind him with a weapon in his hand. I was terrified, I didn't want someone to kill him. We aren't in the best terms but I had to do something. It was helpful that I always have a knife under my clothing, 

I took it out and raised my hand to throw it at the person. I couldn't see who it was, just a black shadow. I pointed it to where I assumed the neck was, it was the easiest place to get someone killed.

The person fell on the ground and Blake widened his eyes at me. I ran over to the person.

,,Cerelia, what did you do?" Blake yelled at me in obvious shock.

When I saw who the person was I shred a tear.

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