He infuriated me.

Having me fight him? Especially after he pointed out I was using his technique?

I threw my gym bag to the corner of my room, the table next to it smashing into the wall, causing everything on it to tip over.

"Shit," I muttered out, quickly rushing over and grabbing the fallen over items.

I moved my hair out of my flustered face, the anger and frustration rising quickly as I placed everything back on the table.

I couldn't think straight, I couldn't feel.

This throbbing pain in my chest, it consumed me.

I can't breathe.

I rushed over to the bathroom, turning the tap on and feeling the water at my skin.

I cupped my hands and splashed some on my face.

Attempting to feel something, anything.

Anything but him.

Him and his stupid smile, his stupid face.

I splashed more water on my face, trying to get rid of this nauseating feeling in my stomach.

I looked over to the shower, then the bathroom sink.

Everywhere I looked, he was there.

The memories, his touch.

Everything.

I took a step back, quickly putting my hand to my mouth to stop the sob that escaped my lips.

My eyes started to water, my knees wobbled.

I turned, planning to rush out back into the bedroom. But I was stopped, my face slamming into something that wasn't the wall.

When I looked up, Kye's eyes were frantically searching mine, both hands placing themselves on my shoulders.

"Are you okay?" He asked me, eyeing me closely as I tried to wipe the panicked tears away.

"I'm fine, get off me," I said, shrugging his hands off as I walked away from him; back into the room.

"You should leave," I said to him, not facing his tall body, but watching the trees outside the dark window.

"We need to leave," he said to me, and I felt his body come closer.

I shook my head, finally turning around to face him.

I didn't realize how close he was, because when I finally turned, I had to look up.

My breath hitched, and I felt myself backing up.

"We need to leave," he repeated, "we need to leave now."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," I protested, "go away."

"Aliyah, listen to me." He stopped moving.

"It's begun, he's starting the war."

He took a deep breath.

"Everything was fake," I backed away even more, "listen to me." He repeated.

"I didn't want to do it, I fucking said no," he said to me, his voice raising.

"But your father," he gulped, "he forced me to bring you here, capture you and bring you to James."

I shook my head, the tears still falling as I stared at him.

"I don't believe you, this is another trick."

"Aliyah I promise you, I am not lying."

"All those memories we shared were real, they still are."

I shook my head again.

"You don't know how hard it was to watch you all these months, to watch you hate me."

He took a step forward, his hand reaching out to me.

"Don't touch me," I gritted out, backing away from his approaching figure, his face dark as he stared down at me.

"I can't anymore Aliyah," he whispered, each of his steps so slow, taunting me as I continued to back away.

"I don't care," I said, watching his movements, ready to push him back if he got too close.

But as I was pressed against the wall behind me, I didn't stop him as he came closer to me, pinning me to the brick.

"I can't pretend anymore," he whispered again, his breath coming closer to mine, his eyes meeting my own as he pressed my body tighter to the wall.

"I don't believe you," I replied, my chest tightening as he moved closer, his breath quickening.

"I can't-" he repeated, his grip on my waist getting tighter, his body finally reaching mine, our chests pressed tightly together.

"I need you Aliyah," he said, "it's killing me to touch you, to feel you."

He never removed his gaze, his eyes staring deep into mine.

"I fucking need you Aliyah."

I can't believe him, I can't.

But his eyes, his pleading eyes.

Those same eyes I stared into all those months ago, staring down at me, begging for forgiveness.

He hurt me so bad, so much.

But if it's true, I should be mad at my own father.

Kye could be lying, like he's done before.

So the move I did next, was something I didn't regret.

My head was so clouded, I couldn't think straight.

And my lips placed itself against his, and he didn't waste anytime moving them against mine.

"Fuck Aliyah, I missed you so much," he said to me quickly, reattaching his lips as he kissed me harder, his hands roaming against the sides of my body.

He pushed me further against the wall, his hands going underneath me.

"Jump," he whispered, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

His kisses travelled down my jaw and onto my neck, and I let out a quiet moan as he reached the swell of breast.

I placed my fingers in his hair, pulling the strands as he sucked at my skin.

I moaned again when he scraped his teeth against the sore skin, and I clenched my thighs against him.

The sound of a gun shot fired, and he removed his lips from me.

"As much as I would love to kiss you all night, we need to leave."

I nodded, and he placed a quick long kiss on my lips.

"I love you," he said to me.

I took a deep breath and smiled.

"I love you too."

He grabbed my hand and walked us to the door.

"No matter what happens, stay by my side."

I nodded.

"Understand?"

I nodded again, not wanting to protest.

He handed me a gun that was in his belt, grabbing his own and clocking it.

"Let's go kill that fucking bastard."