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Chapter 4

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"Brooke?" I asked in child like way.

"Nala! Oh my goodness were are you! I've been worried sick! I was about to call the police and report you missing!" She yelled.

I looked at him, expecting him to be doing something but instead he was looking at me. This intimidated me, but also made me feel safe.

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine" I said in an unsure way. Was I fine?

"Did Drew do something to you? I haven't seen him since last night. What happened?" She asked. My heart hurt at the mention of Drew and last night. I closed my eyes for a minute and when I opened them, I found him looking at me again, but this time his eyes looked sad, almost worried.

"I'd rather not talk about it. I'm fine Brooke" I finally said.

"Sure? I can still call the cops and..."

"I'm sure. Please don't. I love you" I said before she could finish.

"Love you too" she said and I ended the call.

I gave him his phone back and sat down on the bed. I covered my face with my hands and before I knew it, I was crying. Tears slowly fell from my eyes to the pair of jeans that weren't even mine. After about a few minutes, I heard his voice again.

"Umm, i'll be in the living room if you need anything else" he said before closing the door and leaving.

Once he left, the tears starded coming down even faster. I starded crying like there was no tomorrow. My heart and eyes hurt but the tears kept coming. I was now, on the ground, hugging my knees and wishing that this was a dream. I had never felt pain like this. I had never been physically and mentally bruised like this. I felt like I couldn't trust anyone. I felt that everything was a lie and all because of Drew. When I felt like I couldn't cry anymore, I fell asleep.

I was woken up by the sound of a piano playing from downstairs. I looked at the clock by the window and noticed that I had been asleep for about an hour. It was now 1 pm and my eyes felt heavy and swollen. I got up from the floor and tried to make myself look decent which was hard because there wasn't a mirror inside the room. I twisted the door knob, and slowly opened the door. Once I opened it, the sound of the piano playing filled the entire room. The sound was delightful. It was like an angel playing. Suddenly, someone starded singing.

"I missed the first train, stood out in the rain all day, little did I know..." The voice sang.

I followed it until I reached some stairs. The singing stopped, as if it heard me coming. I wasn't sure if it was safe to go downstairs but once the singing starded again, my feet starded walking for me. I slowly made my way towards the end of the stairs and there he was, playing the piano. He looked so peaceful, as if he did not have a care in the world. Each time his fingers touched the piano, my heart jumped. When he sang the last line, he stood up and turned towards were I was standing.

"Liked it?" He said in a playfull tone.

"Yes. How did you know I was listening?" I asked, curiosity obvious in my voice.

He starded messing with the piano keys as if he didn't hear me. "I heard you coming down the stairs" he responded, his eyes still on the piano keys.

"Oh. Okay." I simply said. The awkwardness from when I spoke to him for the first time was back. Deja vú. "So, why are you really keeping me here?" I asked without thinking.

His hands automatically stopped playing with the piano keys when the last word left my lips. He turned to look at me, anger in his eyes. It seemed that he was angered by my question.

"I just am and you're not leaving." He responded with no emotion in his voice.

"You can't do that! You're not gonna keep me here against my will!" I yelled.

He quickly came up to me and covered my mouth with his hand. He looked me straight in the eyes which sent chills down my whole body.

"Stop yelling." He scolded me. "You're staying here and that's it." He said after a few seconds.

He removed his hand from my mouth and took a couple steps back.

"Well, can you atleast tell me who you are?" I asked, not sure how he would react.

He smirked. "Peter. But to you and everyone else I'm Mars. Bruno Mars."

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