A/N: This is a continuation of chapter 46 but from Carl's point of view. Also, this chapter has some self harm and sexual harassment scenes. You are free to skip those scenes.

CARL

"Hello my prince. I was beginning to think that you won't wake up." She regarded me, a smile lingering on her lips. My mind was foggy with vestiges of sleep. Pain shot through my head, like a sharp arrow through flesh. A wince slithered past my parted lips.

"It's okay my love, the pain you're feeling is temporary." She assured, running her fingers through my hair. She placed a kiss on my temple, causing my body to recoil in protest. Suddenly, the events from earlier paid a visit to my mental realm.

She came to my place wanting to hang out. I let her in. She went to the kitchen and I followed her. She took out leftovers from the fridge and warmed it. She asked me to have the wine with her but I refused. We started revisiting old childhood memories in a conversation we were having. Sensing where the conversation was heading, I told her that I needed to go finish my homework. She got angry. Last thing I recall was her drugging me before I passed out.

"You drugged me." The words escaped my parched throat in form of a hoarse whisper.

"I'm sorry my love but it was a necessary precaution." She pointed out, stroking my hair like some pet she owned.

"My love? Why would you call me that?" I shifted in bed, trying to get away from her but was restrained by something. My hands were cuffed to the bed and so were my feet. Okay, what the actual fuck?

"Sorry, I had to tie you up. Didn't want you running away from me again." She giggled, shifting her position such that she was straddling me. She traced her hands on my naked chest. I don't remember taking off my clothes. Could she have done it? What else did this psycho do while I was passed out?

"Melissa, where are my clothes?" I inquired in a calm tone of voice, masking the nerviness that was consuming me from the inside.

"Somewhere in the room. I wanted to see you like this...shirtless." She replied with a coy smile while fondling my chest. "You are a masterpiece, my prince." She spoke in awe.

"Uncuff me, please." I made a request, swallowing a lump that had formed in my throat.

"I will do that but not now. What I want is for us to savor this beautiful intimate moment as a couple." She declared in a gleeful tone of voice.

"A couple? Are out of your freaking mind? You and I are not a couple and never will be." I fired, wriggling my hands in an attempt to get them out of the metallic cuffs. Pain stabbed my wrists in response to the friction caused by the metal rubbing against my skin.

"It breaks my heart that you refuse to see the truth. That I love you so much and would do anything for you." Her voice was clouded with melancholy.

"I'm sorry that you have feelings for me. But Melissa, I don't feel the same way about you. I know that our moms have been trying to make us date for a while now. And maybe, you thought there was hope for us someday. But that's never going to happen. Please understand." I spilled my truth.

"Oh. So you don't feel anything for me? I know how to change that." She leaned in and started trailing wet kisses along my chest.

"Stop." I protested, but she ignored me and kept kissing down my body and sucking on my skin. Disgust was crawling in every pore of my body.

"I know you feel something now. My kisses are doing something to you. Soon, you'll start moaning my name." She mumbled while pressing kisses on my posterior. She tugged off my briefs, exposing my dick which was completely on sleep mode. "You'll be hard for me soon. I'll make that happen." She mumbled then took my manhood in her hand and began stroking me. Against my will.

I was defenseless and scared. I felt violated and disgusted.

"Melissa, just stop! Please." I yelled louder hoping she would stop. Tears had gathered in my eyes.

"Not until you moan my name and cum for me." She was pumping my dick faster, not caring for my please. "Only I have the right to make you cum, my prince." She muttered, stroking me.

"No matter what you do, I will never moan your name. I will never have feelings for you." I cried. She halted her activities and pulled up my briefs, covering up whatever was left of my dignity.

"You might not feel anything for me right now but soon you will. I will make you love me, Carl." She declared, releasing a confident smile.

"For the last time Melissa, nothing will ever happen between us." I was getting tired of saying the same thing over and over to a psychopath who was hell bent on making me hers.

"Why? Because of him? Gavin. Is that it?" Resentment dripped from her speech when she spoke of him.

"Gavin and I are broken up. You know that. " I answered. Our relationship was best kept secret for certain reasons. It's what Gavin and I had decided.

"Really? You can fool everyone including your mom but I know that you guys are seeing each other. In fact last night, you had a wonderful time together...right in this room." Her revelation prompted my heart to skip a beat. How did she know that?

"I have been keeping an eye on you for a very long time. Last night was no exception. I admit, you did a great job fooling your parents about the break up. I wonder how aunt Lucia will react when she finds out that you lied to her. She'll disown you for sure. It'll be really sad to see you out on the streets with nowhere to go." Threats were knitted in her speech.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, threatening to rip my rib cage to shreds. I was petrified but I couldn't let her know that. Couldn't give her the satisfaction of letting her win.

"Go ahead. Tell her everything. I don't give a fuck." I mustered what was left of my courage and spoke up.

"Is that what you really want?" She crawled out of bed and took something from her bag. It was her phone.

"Yes. You wanna tell her about Gavin and me, then go right ahead. That's if she'll even believe you in the first place." I dared her.

"I have videos of you two getting cozy in this bed. With one press of a button and it goes straight to your mom's phone." She typed something on her phone and placed the screen in my line of vision. A video of Gavin and I in bed, making out was playing on her screen. It was from last night.

"How did you get this?" My voice was trembling.

"A little thing I call a micro-camera. I planted it in your room sometime back. It was the only way I could watch you, my love." She traced her hand on my cheek. What the fuck? She has been watching me in my own room? That's really fucked up.

"There's something seriously fucked up in that head of yours." I spat, anger and shock taking over my composure.

"My love for you has turned me insane. I can't think straight when you're around. I want you in ways that I never thought possible. You are my prince charming and I won't let anyone come between us." She muttered, a maniacal smile gracing her lips. I was feeling really creeped out.

"You are delusional Melissa. I don't think you even know what love is."

"I know love because I have been in love with you for years. But every time, you ignored me. Pushed me aside like I meant nothing. Do you know how painful it was for me to be treated like that? It hurt worse than hell, Carl." Her demeanor had shifted to that of anger.

"I did everything for you. Looked out for you, even when you were not aware of it. Do you remember that night in the school bus, when miraculously, your erotic texts turned into bible verses? That was me. I did that for you. Because I love you." Her confession shoved me into a tornado of shock. What I thought was a miraculous act was nothing but Melissa's doing?

"I was there that night. Managed to convince Mrs. Hanna to let me join you guys in the trip. I wanted to be close to you during that trip but looks like fate had other plans. You ended up spending a lot of time with Gavin. At the beach and the resort, I was there watching all of it. I couldn't stand that he was touching and making love to you so I alerted aunt Lucia of your whereabouts." Every word that came out of her mouth added shock to my thumping heart causing it to beat faster.

What the actual hell? Mom walked in on Gavin and me that afternoon because of Melissa? It's because of her that my first time with Gavin was ruined.

"You intruded on my privacy numerous times, ruined my life and now you claim to love me? Bitch, you are obsessed with me and it's disgusting." I shot the words at her like an arrow. Not caring whatever psychotic thing she would do or say next.

"I did it all for you. If I hadn't switched the texts then..." She was trying to defend her actions.

"So what? You want me to sing a love song to you in appreciation for saving my life which you ended up ruining? Bitch please!" I could feel the anger radiating off me in waves.

"I won't apologize for looking out for you. In fact, I will destroy anyone who gets between us. Even if that person is Gavin." She spilled the words that acted like fuel to the rage that was feasting on me.

"Don't you fucking lay a finger on my man or so help me God." I didn't think that I was capable of being this angry. I could literally feel smoke puffing out of my ears.

"Carl, I'm going to give you a choice. Break up with him and date me or I release the video to your parents and as bonus, I have Gavin beaten up so badly that he won't ever play basketball in his entire life. The choice is yours." An impassive expression had settled on her face. Is she seriously black mailing me now?

"You know what you are? A psychotic coward who thinks she's powerful because of her stupid little threats. The truth is, I will never love you Melissa. You can tie me up, drug me, blackmail me but this heart, it will never be yours. Because it belongs to only one guy and that is Gavin Mileford. So go ahead and do whatever you want. But know this, if you as much as lay a finger on Gavin, I will end you." The words streamed out of my mouth, my eyes darkening with each word.

"Oh my, little Carlie has finally grown some balls. So hot." She spoke in a mocking tone then released a laugh. "But let's see whose balls are bigger. Mine or yours." She stepped out of bed and while she was looking for something in her bag, I tried to free my hands from the cuffs. The pain on my wrists intensified with each attempt.

I need something oily...it's the only way, I'll get out of these cuffs. Because she obviously won't hand me the keys to the cuffs.

"Hey...Melissa." I called out her name.

"What more do you have to say?" She inquired while strolling towards the bed with a lighter in her hand. She straddled me and ignited the lighter. She watched the yellow flames dancing before her eyes. "You know why I love fire so much? Because it's beautiful and yet it can destroy anything it touches." She placed her palm on top of the flame.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled in stupor as I watched her burn her own hand.

"Testing my limits. Seeing how much of pain I can endure. I'm sure this is nothing compared to the pain of losing you." She replied. The smell of burnt flesh was wafting in the air.

"Stop!" I barked.

"No. If you don't want me, what's the point of living? What's the point of anything?" She was crying, tears flowing freely from her eyes as she continued burning her hand.

"Hurting yourself is not the answer." I tried to reason with her.

"Then what is? Please tell me. I'll do anything to have you in my life." She sniffled.

"I don't want you to harm yourself for me, Melissa." I offered an advice.

"But I love you and I want you to love me back. I need you to love me back. Even if it means hurting myself." She was sobbing.

"You don't love me. This is not how love works. It is pure and selfless. Love doesn't make you hurt yourself or someone else. Mel, you will find someone who loves you with everything they have. That person isn't me. I'm sorry." I calmly explained everything to her.

"Why can't that person be you? What is so hard to love about me? Is it because I am a girl and you like boys?"

"Yes. I am gay Mel. You know that."

"You are right. You can't love me because you are gay. What If I change myself into a boy, will you love me then?" She inquired, hopefully.

"That's not how it works. And no, please don't do that to yourself."

"I'm trying so hard to understand your reasons for not loving me back but all I hear are excuses. I am done with your excuses. You are going to love me...I don't care if you are gay or not." Seriousness took over her tone of voice. She switched off the lighter.

"What will you do if I refuse?" I challenged her.

"I KNOW WHAT I'LL DO IF A BITCH DOESN'T GET OFF MY NEPHEW! VOY A COMETER UN ASESINATO EN ESTA CASA!" Someone suddenly yelled just as the door to my bedroom flew open. A woman in a leopard print fur coat was standing at the doorway. Her long, straight black hair was tied in a neat pony tail. A pair of pink winged sun glasses obscured her eyes.

It's been a decade since she last visited. I can't believe she's here.

"Aunt Paloma?" I said in disbelief. Blinking my eyes severally to confirm if I was dreaming. Nope I wasn't. My tia really was here.

"Hola sobrino. Was knocking but nobody came to open the door so I decided to let myself in. I'm glad I did." She stated, walking into the room. Her animal print heels clashed noisily with the tiled floor.

"Hey. Nice to meet you auntie. Carl and I were just having a conversation. I am gonna leave now." Melissa stated politely. She sounded like an angel. A girl who was incapable of harming anyone.

"Oh, so a minute ago you were not threatening my nephew? Bitch, you think I am stupid? I overheard the despicable things you were telling my nephew."

"You are mistaken auntie..." Before she could finish her sentence, my aunt gave her a sounding slap that sent her falling on the floor.

"Escuchame puta loca, if you ever think of hurting my nephew or his boyfriend in any way, I will tear your throat out with my own teeth. My nephew is a proud gay boy. Don't you dare take that away from him. Now, get your bony ass up and uncuff my sobrino!" Damn. I love you aunt Paloma.

Melissa was literally shaking like a chameleon on a frail twig, as she unlocked the cuffs. She grabbed her stuff and was hurriedly made her exit. Not once, turning to look back.

"Thank you so much aunt. If you hadn't arrived on time..." I stated, while sitting up with difficulty. Every inch of my body was sore. She sat on the edge of my bed and drew me for a hug. I hugged her back, letting the warmth of her fur coat soothe me. "I missed you." I whispered in the hug.

"I missed you too, sobrino." She retorted, running her hand comfortingly along my back.

"I'm glad you came. It's been years since I last saw you." I stated after breaking off the hug.

"Yes. You were about seven when I last visited. Look at you now, all grown. Soon, you will have a stubble." She tugged at my chin, a smile dancing on her noir lips. A giggle departed my mouth at her comment.

"How long do you plan on staying, aunt?"

"Why? You want me to leave already?" A frown sat on her face.

"No. I want you to stay for as long as you need." And I meant it.

"Okay then. Now get dressed real quick. My suitcases won't carry themselves to the house." She declared, then got up from the bed. "Oh and by the way, there's a dead gata outside the house. I think a car ran over it. Poor animal." Her final statement caused my eyes to roam the room in search for fluffles who was nowhere to be seen.

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A/N

This is by far the longest chapter I have ever had to write. I wanted to write more but I had to cut it. I was feeling this chapter so much. And aunt Paloma, I'm in love with her already. I don't wanna bore you with a long author's note so I'm gonna quickly translate some of those Spanish phrases/words:

Gata means Cat.

Sobrino means nephew.

Escuchame puta loca stands for, listen to me you crazy bitch.

Tia means Aunt.

VOY A COMETER UN ASESINATO EN ESTA CASA! translated as I AM GOING TO COMMIT A MURDER IN THIS HOUSE.