chair.
“Lillith. Come with me.” I follow him blindly to another room, stumbling on the way. He supports me as we enter an empty, noiseless room with a bed and a chair. Immediately, I sit down in the chair. I don’t have the energy to stand. All I can think about is …
In my seat I tremble, my fingers shaking, the tips feeling numb. Tears drip from my eyes while his hands move down my arms and squeeze my flesh, bringing me back to reality.
“What do you remember?”
I can’t speak. My mind is going numb from the pain. I want to block it all out. I must.
“Listen to me, what do you remember?” His questioning scares me. Not because of his aggressiveness, but because I truly can’t remember. The longer I dig inside my mind, the more it slips away from me. The memories aren’t in my grasp anymore. I’ve lost them; I’ve lost it all.
“Nothing,” I answer with a long, drawn-out sigh.
His eyes study me for a moment, and then they travel down to the floor. He looks defeated and relieved at the same time. I don’t understand. Is he glad for me? Or is he afraid I’ve even forgotten about him?
“I remember you,” I say.
His head tilts up again, his eyes widened. “What?”
“You told me your name. Sebastian. Sebastian Brand.”
He swallows, squinting. For a moment, there is silence. It feels like an eternity before he opens his mouth again. “Is that all you remember? Me?”
“Yes …”
He lets go of me and stands up. From down here, he looks taller than I remember. “How much?”
The longer I think about it, the less I know about him. I don’t even know why he knows my name. However, it doesn’t matter. He made the bad memories go away. He took me out of that miserable place and put me here with drinks and food. I found comfort in his arms. He saved me. He’s the only one I can trust.
Speaking the truth to him is my way of saying that he can trust me, too. I need his trust. I need his presence. I need everything about him, and so I’ll do anything to keep him near me. Anything.
“Your name. And that you saved me. You’re my hero.”
He looks down upon me with contempt in his eyes, his lips pointing downward. “Don’t call me that. Ever again.” He cups my chin with his index finger and thumb, caressing my cheek softly. “I am not a hero.” A smile builds up on his face—not one of happiness, but of disappointment. “If only you knew what a monster I can be.”
With his finger, he wipes away the tear running down my cheek and presses it to his lips, kissing it off. I smile at the sight. He’s so sweet and kind to me. I don’t care if he says he’s not a hero; he’ll be my hero forever.
His lips part and he pauses only just a second. “You should’ve listened when I told you not to pick up the phone.”
The words reverberate in my ears. He was the one who warned me. The man at the beach. Holy shit.
Before I have a chance to respond and ask him how much he knows of what happened to me, he’s walked out the room, leaving me here alone with my spinning thoughts. It’s not long after that a lady opens the door again.
“Miss Carrigan?”
I look up, still fazed as to what happened. “Yes?”
“Who were you talking to?”
“Sebastian.”
She makes a face. “Who?”
“He just walked out the door.” I point behind her.
She looks outside but shakes her head. “No one’s there.”
My jaw drops, and I get up from the chair and walk over to her. When I stare out the door, I don’t see him. I turn my head to the other side and notice a man in a suit walking away.
“There he is.” I point at him with one hand while keeping the other firmly on the doorpost, trying not to fall over. I’m still too shaken to stand on my own.
I look at her again, but when she turns her face, all she does is raise an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She shrugs. “No wonder they sent you here. C’mon.”
She grabs my arm and pulls me through the door.
My
“Lillith. Come with me.” I follow him blindly to another room, stumbling on the way. He supports me as we enter an empty, noiseless room with a bed and a chair. Immediately, I sit down in the chair. I don’t have the energy to stand. All I can think about is …
In my seat I tremble, my fingers shaking, the tips feeling numb. Tears drip from my eyes while his hands move down my arms and squeeze my flesh, bringing me back to reality.
“What do you remember?”
I can’t speak. My mind is going numb from the pain. I want to block it all out. I must.
“Listen to me, what do you remember?” His questioning scares me. Not because of his aggressiveness, but because I truly can’t remember. The longer I dig inside my mind, the more it slips away from me. The memories aren’t in my grasp anymore. I’ve lost them; I’ve lost it all.
“Nothing,” I answer with a long, drawn-out sigh.
His eyes study me for a moment, and then they travel down to the floor. He looks defeated and relieved at the same time. I don’t understand. Is he glad for me? Or is he afraid I’ve even forgotten about him?
“I remember you,” I say.
His head tilts up again, his eyes widened. “What?”
“You told me your name. Sebastian. Sebastian Brand.”
He swallows, squinting. For a moment, there is silence. It feels like an eternity before he opens his mouth again. “Is that all you remember? Me?”
“Yes …”
He lets go of me and stands up. From down here, he looks taller than I remember. “How much?”
The longer I think about it, the less I know about him. I don’t even know why he knows my name. However, it doesn’t matter. He made the bad memories go away. He took me out of that miserable place and put me here with drinks and food. I found comfort in his arms. He saved me. He’s the only one I can trust.
Speaking the truth to him is my way of saying that he can trust me, too. I need his trust. I need his presence. I need everything about him, and so I’ll do anything to keep him near me. Anything.
“Your name. And that you saved me. You’re my hero.”
He looks down upon me with contempt in his eyes, his lips pointing downward. “Don’t call me that. Ever again.” He cups my chin with his index finger and thumb, caressing my cheek softly. “I am not a hero.” A smile builds up on his face—not one of happiness, but of disappointment. “If only you knew what a monster I can be.”
With his finger, he wipes away the tear running down my cheek and presses it to his lips, kissing it off. I smile at the sight. He’s so sweet and kind to me. I don’t care if he says he’s not a hero; he’ll be my hero forever.
His lips part and he pauses only just a second. “You should’ve listened when I told you not to pick up the phone.”
The words reverberate in my ears. He was the one who warned me. The man at the beach. Holy shit.
Before I have a chance to respond and ask him how much he knows of what happened to me, he’s walked out the room, leaving me here alone with my spinning thoughts. It’s not long after that a lady opens the door again.
“Miss Carrigan?”
I look up, still fazed as to what happened. “Yes?”
“Who were you talking to?”
“Sebastian.”
She makes a face. “Who?”
“He just walked out the door.” I point behind her.
She looks outside but shakes her head. “No one’s there.”
My jaw drops, and I get up from the chair and walk over to her. When I stare out the door, I don’t see him. I turn my head to the other side and notice a man in a suit walking away.
“There he is.” I point at him with one hand while keeping the other firmly on the doorpost, trying not to fall over. I’m still too shaken to stand on my own.
I look at her again, but when she turns her face, all she does is raise an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She shrugs. “No wonder they sent you here. C’mon.”
She grabs my arm and pulls me through the door.
My
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