Save Me

Chapter 44

"I thought you changed your mind, you said I was right," I murmur trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle that it's called Corbyn.

"No, I wasn't talking about that." I pull away immediately as the words slip out of his mouth and sit up pulling the sheets.

"So, you still want to figure out who his victims are?"

"For heaven's sake Amelia," He mutters looking around the room before he rests his sight on me. "Can you not understand? He's coming after you! I need to protect you and the only way we gonna do this like I said so many times before, is if can threaten him."

"What if he learns that you go around digging up his past?"

"We would have something by now."

"So that's where you base your whole plan? That we would have something?!" I cry exasperatedly. This is insane and I'll be damned if I put up with this.

"If I can threat him-"

"Threat him for what?"

"Fuck it!" He shouts and gets up. He starts pacing back and forth in front of me running both of his hands through his blonde hair. The light that he switched on make his hair distinguish like a sun in the room. Though what I pay attention to more is the speed he walks, the way his breathing is increasing, the way his hand and whole body are tensed. He's angry.

"What do you..." I start but he interrupts me by halting his movement.

"He wants to rape and he doesn't care if you would like it or not. He fucking wanted to before and now he wants to do it more. He lost his damn chance and now he's craving for the time he can lay his hands on you! Can't you fucking see the reality? He's a monster that doesn't give a shit about you or anyone! And instead of being helpful to put him behind bars or at least make him stay the fuck away from you, you start complaining and murmuring about bullshit! You want to get raped by him? Fine, but don't expect me to fucking save you this time!" He screams and my body freezes.

His eyes are burning as they throw knives and daggers at me. His words...I feel them sink in me cutting my skin in the process before they find their way to my heart and tear it up to pieces. The image and the feeling of disgust of that night, the way my blood run, my muscles were in pain, my eyes hurt from all the crying, the way I couldn't breathe due to the terror that was burning me. I feel my knees break like that night, my eyes widen at his words as I pull the sheets and cover my body that one day he touched.

This time the image of his face doesn't leave my face no matter how many times I blink. Tears sting the corners of my eyes and I do the best no to let them escape; but they do.

My vision clears for a second before it blurs because of the new ones and in that instant, I see Corbyn. His words still hurt and needless to say, they broke me.

"Fuck it," I see him coming towards me but I get up from the bed taking a step back when he approaches me.

"No,"

"Baby, I didn't..."

"Mean them?" I continue his sentence.

"It just came out," He apologizes but I turn and run out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I stop in my tracks remembering that I have no idea where I'm or where should I go.

"Where are my clothes?" I ask instead.

"They must be cleaned by now but can we just talk?"

A small ironic chuckle leaves my lips. "Where are they?"

He cocks his head to the right side gazing at me with caution. "If you want to leave, fine. But you are going nowhere until we speak and clear this out."

I try to speak but he does first stopping me from doing so. "This way,"

I walk around the house following Corbyn's voice while he speaks to the phone. I'm so disappointed in him and mad. The way his words escaped his lips so easily like he has performance them before countless times inside his head and was waiting for the right opportunity to say them to me. How could he say those hurtful things to me? He knows how much that night hurt and feared me.

I stop outside a wooden door that I notice it's unlocked. I peek through to find him talking on his phone walking. Even though I'm unable to see much, I can understand that his room must be the office. Wood fills my small window of vision as I glare at a big wooden desk, bookshelves filled with papers and books. The inside of it seems to be from another era compared to the contemporary aura of the rest of the mansion.

"What else do you need?"

I keep waiting for him to end his call while my mind revisits and analyzes his last words. I shake my head leaving fuming in annoyance. I walk around the mansion and once I found the entrance I entered last night with Corbyn, I head towards the gate.

In the daylight, everything seems different; differently beautiful. The trees are towering above me as the grass is all around them. The sun warms my skin as the light wind caresses my cheeks offering them a little color and help me calm myself down.

The man I remember winning the bet yesterday is standing in the small cubical. His hands are wrapped around a small screen and he seems really lost in what he's glaring.

"Excuse me?" His head snaps up and a small frown forms and disappears before I could be sure of its existence.

"Is everything alright?" His tone is severe showing nothing but professionalism.

"I know it might sound weird but...could someone take me home?"

As I hear my voice I internally slap myself. I sound like a girl dependent on her boyfriend but not so much as I ask nicely to leave his house without his knowledge. There's no way I would be doing this if I wasn't so mad at him. Thankfully, he nods and agrees without making any mean or offensive remarks.

"I'll take you," He vanishes for a minute and I hear voices before he returns with keys in his hands.

"This way," He points towards a big black jeep and I follow him.