What He Doesn't Know {Completed}

MakeDamnSure

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"I'm gonna make damn sure that you can't ever leave

No, you won't ever get too far from me

You won't ever get too far from me..."

- Taking Back Sunday "MakeDamnSure"

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My steps were slow and steady, but nevertheless I was making my way — gradually — to Colton’s office after he ordered Chey to send me back to his office. While I was going to adhere to what he wanted, that didn’t make me hurry to his office any faster. In fact, I was taking my sweet ol’ time. 

There was something inside of me, clearly, that didn’t want to see Colton. I truly felt like this, my situation, was all his fault and because of that I didn’t want to be around him. However, that thought was always pushed to the side as I realized the events that led me here were all because of the choices I made — not him. 

Still, blaming him was easy. It was easy to say that everything that’s happened to me over the course of the past two years were because of Colton. But, at the same time, blaming him is the hardest thing to do because it’s not the truth. It’s a lie I’ve fabricated to make myself feel better. I’ve humored myself with the fact that I’m stuck as, practically, a slave to Mr. Sharp is to nobody’s fault but Colton - the guy who abandoned me. 

Abandon ... Guess that is another lie I allow to linger in my thoughts. Did he truly abandon me? Is sacrificing a life long friendship for the other person to live a life without you, for once, really abandonment?

Whether it was or wasn’t didn’t matter, it felt like it. It felt like Colton left me to the harsh world that he once sheltered me from. Without him, I was vulnerable and easy to be swayed. People played off that...

Maybe, I should blame those people. The people that tricked me, that lied and that paved the green mile I’m walking on now. 

Shaking my head as I reached Colton’s door I paused. 

No, I couldn’t blame them for it was just easier, somehow, to force all the blame on Colton...

“You wanted to see me?” I asked as I walked into his office and closed the door. Facing Colton, I waited for him to answer me. Yet, he didn’t right off the bat as his attention was solely focused on his computer screen. 

Colton, after a minute, looked up at me and blinked. “Yes,” He stated and then closed his laptop after a few clicks with his mouse pad. “I have a meeting in ten minutes.”

I started to think of what he wanted me for, “Do you need me to sit in with you?” I question, with slight hope that I could see what a gang meeting would look like. 

“No. I need you to stay in here,” He exclaimed as he got up and grabbed a few folders that were on his desk. Walking around, he looked at me with a stern look, “Don’t leave.”

“What? Why?” I inquired feeling as if I was excluded from this for a reason I yet to see. 

“Because, I said so.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “Colton-”

“Don’t say my name here,” Colton hissed with an angered expression. It was clear as daylight that he was mad that I spoke his real name. 

Feeling guilty, I quickly apologized. 

“Don’t make the same mistake twice,” He said in a calmer voice before walking up to me. “All I ever do is for your safety, Allison. So, please, stay in this room. Don’t leave. Chey, should bring you lunch in an hour or so. Everyone else knows not to come in here, so no one will bother you. I’ll be back in two hours, max.”