Wrong Number

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Angel Harper admits to herself that she does have a crush on the school's player: Jake Bentley. Angel's best friend, Claire Adams, gives the player's number to her and told her to start texting him to spark up a relationship. What Angel doesn't know is that she had made the mistake of a lifetime.

Accidents do happen but this accident of Angel Harper will change her life forever.

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38. Chapter 37

 

I woke up the next day, to the smell of mint and a fresh shave. I opened my eyes slowly, trying hard to block the blinding light from my eyes. I groaned in frustration then turned around on the comfortable bed, facing the other side and the first thing I saw was washboard abs. My eyes widened and I covered them and a laugh escaped Chris’ lips suddenly.

 

“Put on a shirt or something!” I shouted at him, covering my eyes and feeling my cheeks heat up.

 

“My house,” he said cockily. “My rules”

 

I removed my hands from my eyes and tried hard to not look at anywhere below his face, I glared at his eyes and he just smiled back at me, waggling his eyebrows. I gritted my teeth and threw a pillow at him which he successfully caught. I stuck my tongue instead and pulled the covers over my head. I breathed in heavily and let the scent of Chris invade my system, it was a comforting scent and it felt like home. I let the black silky blanket cover me whole and honestly, I could stay here all day and it’d be completely normal. I was about to drift off into a peaceful sleep until the covers were pulled over my body and it fell helplessly on the floor. I felt exposed since I was only wearing short shorts and a tank top. I squealed and tried to cover as much skin as I can. I looked above me and saw Chris eyeing my body up and down shamelessly. I felt my cheeks heat up even more and I threw another pillow at him and this time it hit him hard in the head.

 

“You pervert!” I accused, jumping out of the bed and running towards the bathroom but before I could even grab the doorknob, I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and he carried me over his shoulder.

 

I groaned inwardly and started slapping his back as he spun around quickly, making my head go wild. I’m glad that I didn’t eat anything last night or his floor will be filled with puke. He spun about 5 more times before walking me towards the bed and dropped me on it, causing a loud scream to come out of mouth but his lips immediately silenced it. I was taken aback by the sudden action but a few seconds later, I kissed him back but this time more passionately. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect morning despite all the drama that is going on right now.

 

A few minutes later, when his hands were riding up my stomach, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly. He stopped kissing my neck and pulled away, giving me an apologetic smile. Even though we’ve been dating for quite some time, we’ve never gone as far as touching each other and I knew he understood the fact that I get uncomfortable.

 

“Sorry, I didn’t know-“

 

“Shhhh…” I whispered, giving him a kiss on his forehead.

 

The morning passed by quickly and before I knew it, it was already 3pm. I was walking around the house wearing dark jeans, a tight fitted black shirt and knee high dark brown boots. Unfortunately, after begging Chris about a million times if I could fix his living room he never said yes so here I am, staring at the wild mess on the floor, ceiling and on the couches. I wanted so badly to just fix everything up because of my crazy OCD. I walked towards the middle of the living room and stared down at the picture of his happy family. His mother was beautiful and his father was handsome, no wonder Chris is perfect. I stared at his sister and she looked about 5 years old that time and she had a smile that melted my heart. To think that all of these people except for one, was murdered made my heart ache and I couldn’t stare at the picture any longer. I signed heavily, placed my hands inside my pockets and looked up and Chris was standing by the stairs with his phone on his ear, I raised my eyebrow at him and he raised his finger, telling me to give him a minute. The call looked important and I hope it related to the mysterious guy stalking us. Even though it’s been days, I still can’t quite believe the fact that someone was following me, that someone wants to kill me; it always left a chill down my spine every time I recall the text message from the unknown man. About a minute later, Chris ended the call and placed his phone back in his pocket then he walked towards me and once he was right in front of me all I wanted to do was run into his arms and cry but I knew that I had to be strong for him.

 

“What is it?” I asked curiously.

 

“Good news and bad news” he said seriously, his right hand rubbing the back of his head. He’s nervous. “Good news, I’ve got a friend who can track any number, whether blocked or not”

 

“Oh! That’s great then!” I said happily, clapping my hands together.

 

“Not yet done,” Chris said then continued on to the bad news. “Bad news, he’s moved locations so we don’t have an exact location”

 

“Dang it” I hissed to myself then it hit me like cold ice. “I know how to find him”

 

Chris’ hopeful yes diverted towards mine and I continued.


“What’s the point of looking for him? We wouldn’t get a lead and we’d just keep tracking numbers and end up with deserted locations. I mean, we can just wait for him to come to us” I said proudly, smiling widely at Chris but unfortunately, his brows creased and he frowned.

 

“Babe,” he said soothingly. “We can’t do that. It’s too risky. I mean what if he brings about a whole gang with him? We wouldn’t stand a chance at all. We’d be dead before we knew it”

 

“But we have no other choice!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air dismissively.

 

“We do have a choice” he snapped. “We just let my friend do the tracking and we’ll find him in no time”

 

“That will take weeks, Chris! Weeks! I don’t have the luxury to wait weeks locked up in your house while he’s out there probably looking for me and planning my death! Who knows? Maybe he’ll go to mom and torture her? I can’t take that, I’d rather die,” I said loudly then sighed heavily. If only we had no problems.

 

Chris sighed as well and placed both his hands on my shoulders and his look still told me that he wasn’t buying it, that he was still convinced that it was a too risky idea. And he was right, it was risky but I don’t have time to wait any longer, running around, hiding and escaping.

 

“We have time, Angel,” he said slowly.

 

“No. You’ve got loads of time, Chris” I explained, giving him a wary look. “But I don’t”

 

He shook his head slowly then leaned his forehead on mine and I suddenly felt calm. His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me close to him, my body collided with his. I could feel his heart beating slow which meant that he was trying to be calm too. His eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly, taking in every moment and I was doing the same thing. I was just so tired and I wanted this all to end. I want to catch this guy and be free. I’m done escaping.

 

“Chris,” I whispered to him.


“Mhmm?”

“We gotta go,” I said, trying to sound as calm as possible, hiding the obvious fear in my voice. “Like now”

 

“What? Why?” he asked in shock, pulling me away from him which left a stabbing pain on my chest.

 

“Because we have to face him, he’ll come to us. You never know he may be outside waiting for us so it’s better to confront him now and end it all”

 

“No, absolutely not. I wont let you get in danger. You are my angel, and you’re the only person I have left in this world and there’s no way I’m letting you risk your life. Don’t you understand that I wont be able to live another day without you?” he exclaimed, his eyes full of fear and right now, as I eyed him up and down, he was completely vulnerable which I believe was rare of him to be.

 

“I’m sorry,” I said shaking my head at him. “It needs to stop”

 

“No, I’m not letting you go!” he shouted, tears forming around his eyes.

 

I ignored the stabbing pain on my chest once I saw the tears on his eyes. All I wanted to do was hug him and let time pass by but there was no time for that and if I did do that I would be a selfish person. There’s no point in waiting and I just don’t see why he cant understand that.

 

“Chris, it’s okay,” I cooed, smiling up at him.

 

He shook his head violently and grabbed my arm harshly. My eyes widened in fear and I tried to wriggle out of his grip. His grip tightened which made me wince in pain, his arm was extremely tight and I can feel a stinging sensation on my right arm. I raised my other hand and tried to pull away his hand but it wouldn’t budge.

 

“Chris! You’re hurting me! Let go!” I shouted at him as tears started to form in my eyes as well.

 

Chris didn’t respond but instead he pulled me violently, causing me to nearly lose my balance. I stumbled on my feet, nearly landing on my knees but I fought the courage to stand up. What is going on with him? His grip on my arm tightened and I looked up at his face and I gasped when I did. His face was pale…blank, like there was nothing inside of him. His eyes was dead black and it scared the life out of me, I knew he would never hurt me…even though he’s doing it right now. He looked cold as ice and he stood immobilized, like he was being possessed or something.

 

“Chris!” I wailed when the pain on my shoulder was unbearable.

 

I didn’t know what made me do it but suddenly, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. Luckily, he let go of my arm and took a few steps back and a few seconds later his expression changed and realization dawned on him on what he just did. His eyes widened and he looked straight at me and I at him, a tear fell down his cheek and the deafening silence was unbearable. I sniffed back a sob, my hand cradling my arm. He was breathing heavily and I felt a pang of pity because right now he looked lost…

 

“Angel…” he whispered, his voice full of guilt.

 

I shook my head at him and once again, I was afraid of him. Never in my life would I ever think he would hurt me. Ever. I bit my lip as I tried hard no to cry because just by looking at him, it left painful stabs in my chest. He reached his arm out for me but I backed away and his face fell one I did. He looked so guilty, so scared, so submissive and fragile that maybe a second later, he might just break. I know that I should help him but my mind was clouded and I was beyond disbelief at the moment.

 

“Angel, I didn’t mean to…” he said in a whisper as a tear fell down his cheek.

 

“You don’t need to say anything,” I said with my shaky voice.

 

I sighed heavily then stood up straight, I shook my head at him, turned around and ran towards the door. I know I left some of my stuff in his room but I didn’t need that right now. All I needed was my mom and my best friend and all I wanted was to get away from his as possible. He hurt me. As I thought of those three words as I ran out the door, the pain on my chest was more excruciating than the pain on my arm. Once I was in the cool afternoon air, I slammed the door shut and ran down the stairs, my vision blurred by my tears but I managed to run down the stairs without tripping. I heard the door open behind me but I didn’t dare look back. I looked left and right and there was no cars coming by so I ran across the street and kept running forwards, not even knowing where I was going.

 

“Angel! Stop!” Chris shouted from behind me and I can hear his footsteps running after me.

 

My eyes widened and I broke into a sprint, then I looked to my left and saw a familiar dark alley then I ran towards it and luckily, Chris didn’t see me. I was breathing heavily against the wall as I watched Chris ran forward, not knowing that I was right by his side. Once I was sure he disappeared, I took another deep breath. Even though he might find me later on, I just needed some time alone.

 

I slid down the wall and sat on the hard concrete ground and that’s when I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I started crying hard, my hands covering my eyes. I can hear footsteps drawing near me and a deep sigh. Chris. There’s no point in running away now, he’d just catch me. So I just sat on the ground, crying hysterically. The event came back into my mind and anger rushed into my system. I am furious. He hurt me. Even thought he promised he never would. I knew he was standing feet away from me, probably not even knowing what to do with me. I rubbed my eyes furiously with the palms of my hands then I stood up straight. I turned towards and him and let the words fall out before even thinking.

 

“You liar! You said you would never hurt me again-“

 

My words were cut off when I realized that it wasn’t Chris standing in front of me. Instead, it was a man wearing a black hoodie, black pants and black shoes. It’s him.  My eyes widened in fear and I backed away, I was about to break into a sprint until heavy arms went under my shoulders and held me captive. I screamed in agony until a hand went over my mouth.

 

“Dear, did you fall from heaven?” the man in black said in a horrifying tone. “Because you’re my angel now”

 

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