Anastasia's POV: A Short Story

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Anastasia's POV: "How about we go back to my place?" Christian speaks and I nod needing to be gone from this place. He brings the car to life and we head out of this secret society. I gaze out the window endeavoring to forget the whole night, perhaps all of this was a mistake? I shake my head dismissively. This had to happened, I needed to witness this to understand Christian. I just wish he would of have given me a warning of what was inside. I remain quiet and close my eyes for a minute, my sanity is holding on by a string. I wish I could remember everything that my life was before the accident. I lay my head back into the car seat as the soothing sound of the rain relaxes me and soon I find myself drifting into oblivious. "You stupid girl." He shouts out, extremely loud. I back up as he comes forward, closing the space between us. I am scared. "You thought you could hide from your daddy." He laughs and the smell of liquor invades my nose and I feel sick to my stomach. I panic, I am suddently back to when I was ten. …show more content…

There is machines all around, where am I? I cry. "We are leaving now." He grabs me by the arm and I struggle to get out of his hold. "Ana, we are here." Christian whispers into my ear as he carries me into the lobby and into the lift. "You fell asleep, you looked so sweet and I didn't have the heart to wake you up." He smiles and I nuzzle into his neck. He smells divine and being around him is making the trace of the dream disappear. When we arrive inside the apartment he puts me down slowly. "Thank you." I smile

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