The Game

PART 9

"Esmae?" I hear a soft voice whisper.
I slowly open my eyes to see Michael wrapping his arms around me.
I shoot away from him, my breathing rapidly increasing.
"D-don't hurt me..." I whimper
Michael scoots closer to me, but I continue to back away.
"I won't hurt you I promise" he murmurs and takes my hand.
I shake but relax slightly as he smiles at me.
"Luke and Ashton want to kill you." Michael whispers into my ear.
"No shit" I reply.
Michael laughs slightly.
"No but they seriously do, you need to get out of here." He says, lowering his tone.
I shake my head. "No, because they'll find me and then they'll kill everyone."
Michael puts his head in hands.
"I'm trying to help you Esmae!"he snaps slightly.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because I fucking love you!! Luke has asked me to kill you but I delayed it! That's why Ashton got 'tortured'. All because of me!!" He replies.
I look into Michael's honest eyes and smile slightly.
"I love you too" I slowly whisper to him.
"Don't say that..." He whimpers.
Why shouldn't I say it?  I do love him.
"Why?" I question.
"Because it'll make it one hundred times harder when it comes to killing you..." Michael cries.
I shoot away from Michael.
"You've come to kill me?!" I cry.
Michael looks up and shakes his head.
"Not today, but they're going to make me kill you in a few days. I can't do it. Just don't look at me..." Michael whispers, tears falling. "I've got to go now. Esmae, if I were you, I'd get out of here as fast as you can..." He mutters as he leaves.

After listening to Michael telling me to leave, I decide I can't do that. Instead I'll try a different approach. Fall in love with Luke... If I do this right, Luke will love me and not want to kill me. I can save myself and others by doing this.

It's finally dinner time, this is when Luke comes in. The door un-bolts. I lay on my mattress and stare at Luke.
"Thank you" I smile as he gives me my food.
He looks confused.
"Why're you thanking me?" He asks.
"This is hard to explain..." I mutter.
Luke sits beside me on my mattress.
"Well explain it then, dumb bitch." He nastily growls, making me face him.
"Since you've had me here, I've realised that I-I-" I can't do this. I don't love him one bit,
"Well get on with it" Luke snarls.
"I'm in love with you." I manage to spit.
The words sting my mouth. I can't believe I just said that.
Luke's face changes.
He grabs my cheeks. What's he going to do?? Was this the correct decision?!