The lunch passed without a single sight of him. As June waved her goodbye to get to her next class, Sara walked unwillingly to her own. Her feet suddenly felt a heavy, she was dragging them in hopes of not collapsing. When did she sleep properly?



She had only reached halfway to the class but the silence around her told her that she will be late.



She did not see the arm which suddenly shot out from nowhere and pulled her in the darkened class. In her confusion, she heard the lock being turned and her brain panicked.



She was going to get raped by some creep and will never be able to walk down the alter as a virgin.



Not that it was the idea in the first place.



She was yet again engulfed by the heavy arm but this time the rough scent which surrounded her, felt familiar, too familiar. Like a flash of fast forward videos, the memories of the scent jolted through her brain. What 

If someone asked him when exactly he fell in love with Sara O'Brian, he wouldn't have an answer for he was already in love with her before he even knew what it was. He was almost four when he had seen her. He still remembered the first time. She was born with a hole in her heart. Watching her from the glass window, he had recognized her small eyes in those many new born. When he held her, the smile she gave him was still engraved in his mind and yet he never was able to remember anything else from those times- not what his parents looked like or his teachers or even himself.



His every memory was imprinted by her face from that moment. He had found the meaning of love when he was twelve. It was just some poet who had described love in one of his mother's literature books. And before he knew it, middle school ended. And each passing year had made him rougher, quieter and crueler. The re

She could feel his eyes, glaring holes in her back. Well, he could suck it for all she cares but she was not turning around. What was he even doing, following her to every class? Who even allowed him! And even if he had started here again then why do he have to be in the same classes as her.



The mark on her neck covered by band-aid suddenly starts burning. She felt like he was staring right at it. Oh, she was furious. He had no idea how furious she was when she went home and saw that almost purple mark on her neck. Like a freaking tag, he had made his mark on her.



Ignoring her racing heart and concentrating on the teacher, she tried to avoid June's eyes as well. What was it with people glaring at her! With everyone's stares and June and Dean's glares, she will end up holy and it was not this nun kind of holy, it was the holes one.



With that she also wondered if maybe becoming a 

The lunch passed without a single sight of him. As June waved her goodbye to get to her next class, Sara walked unwillingly to her own. Her feet suddenly felt a heavy, she was dragging them in hopes of not collapsing. When did she sleep properly?



She had only reached halfway to the class but the silence around her told her that she will be late.



She did not see the arm which suddenly shot out from nowhere and pulled her in the darkened class. In her confusion, she heard the lock being turned and her brain panicked.



She was going to get raped by some creep and will never be able to walk down the alter as a virgin.



Not that it was the idea in the first place.



She was yet again engulfed by the heavy arm but this time the rough scent which surrounded her, felt familiar, too familiar. Like a flash of fast forward videos, the memories of the scent jolted through her brain. What was this guy doing to her?



She was turned around to face the creep and which blinking her eyes to

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