= Chapter 8 =

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"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever."

-Jeremy Lockhart


Dante held my wrist tightly as he pulled me through the empty hallways. Throughout out the time he held my wrist, he didn't speak a word. We made a sharp turn into the girl's toilet.

"Dante, you do know a female toliet is for girls...or do you have some confession to make that you're gay or something?" I smirked.

"Screw the rules. " he muttered before lifting me onto the table where the sink was.

"Are you okay?"

"I have stood up to people a million times Dante, I'm quite sure I'm fine." I smiled.

"I'm proud that you did that cause I must admit it definitely turned me on." He chuckled.

"Well sorry to you turn you down now but I need to get to class." I hoped off and was about to leave when he pulled me back by the waist which caused me to yelp in shock.

"Do you...um...want to skip the rest of school with me?" He asked, uncertain of my answer.

Well, I did really have a messed up lunch so maybe a bit of a cool down would be good. Biting my lip, I thought hard.

"Sure." I smiled mischievously.

My mom would kill me if she found out that I was doing this.

Why am I messing with the bad boy?


"Where are you bringing me? It's been like one hour and this road looks like it's never gonna end!!" I whined.

We've been on Dante's motorbike for the past one hour and he never said a word since we left. It seemed like he was having some internal conflict within him, it was hard to decipher.

Tall trees created a forest along the road and as we drove further, the road become more narrow.

What could possibly be so interesting here?

This looked more like my future grave yard.

"Dante, are you okay? You're making me feel creeped out."

He pressed his breaks abruptly, causing my grip to tighten around his torso. My eyes soon came upon the sight in front of me.

There it stood.

An abandoned church. It's walls were so tall and never-ending, encircling me as if I was the victim of an ambush.

I then noticed something, almost forcefully, an empty space where a window would have stood—shattered, sharp remains of glass still lie, threatening me like someone putting a knife at my throat.

The windows of the church were clouded with a shade of grey and the roof of the the small church had moss all over it, clinging onto it like life depended on it.

Dante got off his bike swiftly and ran his fingers through his raven black hair. I got off the bike unsteadily, my eyes still glued on the church which screamed haunted.

"I want to show you something." He said in a straight tone.

"In there?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Is my Skylar scared?" Playfulness laced in his voice.

"Let's see who's scared when I hurt your family jewels." I gritted through my teeth.

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