Our Destiny (Sequel to Fallen)

It's been a year since Karla started to remember, and everything looks perfect. It feels perfect. But the burden from her being an orphan, and both of her parents dying because of her, keeps adding more weight on her shoulders. When Justin and Karla find themselves in a situation they can't get out of, will their love be enough?


6. Don't lie to me

"What do you mean Rhett?" I looked into his brown eyes, I could see he was frightened. "I mean Rhett as in Rhett. My uncle Rhett." Without really knowing how, I was in Justin's arms. He grabbed my shoulders and looked at me. "He didn't hurt you right?" I shook my head. "Don't worry about it, he just wanted to say hi." I couldn't let him get in the same danger I had put him in last time. It was too dangerous. As long as Justin didn't get hurt I didn't care. He could hurt me as much as he liked. Just not him. "Karla don't lie to me, you look terrified." I took his hands off my shoulders. "You know how he was like before, I was scared that he was going to hurt me again but he seemed.." I swallowed. "Changed." In fact he didn't seemed changed at all. He was the same man. He had the same evil that my asshole father had. Mum once told me they were like that because their father was a complete ass. Apparently he had beaten them and their mother, he had even killed her in front of them both, even though they were both pretty young it affected them. It was a big part of who they were today. Well, at least who Rhett was today, you might remember that my father is, in fact, dead. Justin nodded. I think he actually believed me. He walked towards the kitchen, but then turned around. "You wouldn't lie too me, right?" The purity in his eyes made me weak, and almost made me confess my lie. I couldn't speak. I shook my head. I felt terrible, we had agreed a long time ago, no lying. But I couldn't risk it. I just couldn't risk his life like that. No, he had to stay safe. He nodded with a serious face and then continued on into the kitchen. I could breathe. "You want toast?" I heard him call. "Yeah, sure." I stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. My hands placed on either side of the sink as I stared at my reflection in the mirror over it. Deep breaths. What was I going to do? I shook my head and looked down in the sink. I spotted Justin's razor next to the tap. I looked down at the scars on my wrists, for a split second I considered the idea. No, I was finished with that. No more cutting. I turned the water on as cold as it could get and splashed it over my face. God that was refreshing. I heard a knock on the door. "You okay?" Justin asked. I nodded then realized that he couldn't see me. I tried to stabilize my voice. "Yeah." A few seconds passed. "Okay." I listened too his steps going back into the kitchen, then I collapsed on the floor with tears on my cheeks.

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