Just then, I hear light rustling from a couple of bushes behind me. Probably just a squirrel or something. But feeling uncomfortable and uneasy I decide maybe its time I go home regardless. But that thought halts right where it came from.

Home. I smile sadly. I haven't got a place I can call that.

But the sun had just about set, I was starving and for no good reason and out of nowhere, I was starting to feel unsafe here.

Deciding to trust my gut, I grab my bag and hurry my way towards the gate. I can decide where I would go on the way, I just needed to leave. The indescribable urge to get the hell out of here had become sickening and I was barely able to register anything as I dashed towards the massive rusted gates.

Just as I reached the gates, I see shadows lurking around it, just in front of them. I figure there are at least 2 people right there, hidden conveniently amongst the overgrown trees and the rough expanse of unkempt bushes. I freeze immediately as my heart starts to beat faster at a crazy rate.

Someone wasn't just there. Someone was hiding.

I slowly back away, trying to seem inconspicuous. There was a very good chance they hadn't seen me yet and I was willing to take it. I take a couple more steps backwards and gently fish out my phone from my bag.

I curse my luck as my phone picks up on zero signal. Continuing walking backwards I figure I can always leave from the back-gate. I had always avoided that area, even as a little girl because it was always so dark and creepy but I had no choice now.

I quietly rush my way towards the back-gates, my memory serving me well. As soon as I reach there I take a breath of relief. That's it. The gates are right in front of me. I'll have to climb my way across it since there was no way I could actually pull these open, but I still felt relieved. I couldn't spot anyone here and the minute I am out of this place I can forget all about how creepy this evening had turned out to be.

I walk closer slowly, trying to steady my breath and my heartbeats that had gotten haywire.

Its going to be okay, I am going to get out of here and its all going to be okay.
There was no need to panic anymore.

Just as I was about to take another step forward, I am yanked harshly back with my hair.

I couldn't help control the scream that escapes my lips as I fall harshly against the rocky ground, the sharp edges of which cuts through my cheek in a horrifying gash as I start bleeding from the side of my face.

I don't even register the sting of the sharp cut as I scramble immediately on my feet, trying to regain my balance. But that effort was useless as I am kicked harshly right in my stomach and I wince in pain. That was going to leave an ugly bruise.

I try to atleast sit up, to see who is the man who's attacking me for no reason; but before I could barely even manage to straighten up he kicks my feet from underneath me and I painfully land on my already sore ankle that Hayden had bandaged up not too long ago.

I wince at the thought. Hayden.

If only there was a way I could contact him. Giving up trying to stand up or stabilize myself I grab my bag and pull it towards me.

I hear a shrill laughing sound as I hopelessly rummage through the contents of my bag. I freeze immediately at the sound.

There was a woman too here.

Not knowing what the shit was going on I hurriedly grab my phone but of no avail as it was snatched from my hands immediately and thrown on the ground next to me.

I extend my hand out to reach it but a scream leaves my mouth instead as the lady steps on my hand and the sharp point of her extreme pencil heels dig into my palm, blood pooling all around it.

She laughs sadistically as she uses her other feet to crush my phone to bits while applying more pressure on her other feet digging into my hand. I wince in pain, as her heel digs further into my palms just before she casually steps over me.

My hand now bleeding even more than before, stings and I bite my lip in order to stifle my screams.

I feel exhaustion taking over my whole body as I feel a wave of numbness inching its way all over when the man who had attacked me earlier grabs me by the back of my neck sharply pulling me backwards into him.

The man's gruff voice speaks harshly with a distinct British accent against my ears as I whimper in pain because of the hold he has on my injured hand, twisting it.

"It is inevitable and it is going to happen. Tell Hayden Knight that there is nothing he can do to stop it." he says before spitting next to my face.

The lady with the sharp heels then squats in front of me, grabbing me roughly by the chin and forcing me to look up at her face. But it was so unbelievably dark I couldn't catch any of her features. All I could tell was that she had her hair tied up in an extremely high pony tail and that she had sharp acrylic nails painted the color of bold blood red, with a distinct black zircon ring resting on the index finger of her left hand.

This was all I could register before the familiar exhaustion makes itself prominent in my body all over again.

"Its cute how hard he is trying to protect you." the lady speaks and I barely note that she does not have an accent like the man accompanying her.

"But the silly boy doesn't realize, you're far beyond protection." she says snickering sinisterly.

"what you need is saving but it wont be of any good. It is inevitable and it will happen. There is Nothing that boy-toy of yours can do to stop it." she says repeating what the man with the British accent had said.

"Nothing at all." she says humor filling her voice, as I finally lose my consciousness and hit my head against the pavement as it drops numbfully.

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