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"Please tell me what's wrong?" he whispers, playing around with my hair while he sits me down on the sofa then he takes place close next to me.

I shuffle away from him and focus on a spot. I stop crying but don't stop remembering.

"I can't. He said he'll kill me Kyle!" I scream. "Please don't let him!"

"Who Sasha? Who said this to you!?"

I'm having such a great day and I don't want it to end. Mom's bought so many clothes and they're all on the quite expensive side. Which is something she never does, but I ask no questions. But for real, where did she get all this money from? I've never seen her so loaded I guess. And she's happy, I guess money can buy you happiness. We stagger into a posh fancy restaurant for lunch with our hands filled with shopping bags. We enter the restaurant which smells of delicious food and warm drinks. A young waitress walks towards us and indicates where we should sit. Tasha leads the way to a smooth polished wooden table by the corner. I sit next to the cold wall and tuck my shopping bags under the table, Mom sits opposite me while Tasha sits next to me feeling giggly. A young man strolls over to us holding a small black notebook in one hand and a fancy blue pen in the other, I'm guessing he's a waiter.

"Hello, how can I help you?" he warmly greets us, flashing his crystal white teeth at us then flicking his strawberry blond hair out of his face. His dark gray eyes pierce through me then I slowly cock my head to one side with a foolish grin

"Can I have chicken fajitas extra hot with a side of potato wedges and coleslaw," my Mom softly responds then turns her head to face me, but I'm mesmerized by this waiter. Oh shit! Now they're both looking at me! Mom bulges her eyes out at me, signalling me to place my order.

I shake my head a little then helplessly blink more times than I have to. I quickly scan the menu and try to find a dish that I might enjoy but I can feel his gray eyes burning into me. I look up and smile at him again, he smiles back. "Can I just have a plate barbecue chicken and chips. Oh! And Cesar salad on the side please."

He rapidly scribbles on his notebook then tilts his head up back at me. "That's a good choice, the salad is delicious here," he sweetly exclaims. I rest my elbow on the table, place my palm under my chin then gaze into those hypnotizing eyes of his.

"So are you," I quietly say in my head, but that somehow escapes my lips and he hears. A smirk forms on his lips and I spot the warm radiation on his cheeks as he tries to tightly clench his jaw.

"Woah okay! Tasha will have a bowel of spaghetti Bolognese, thank you," My Mom quickly says before turning to me and pulling a straight face.

I bury my head under my arms and wait until he leaves before I pop my head up again.

"Sasha why would you even try to hit on him?" my Mom laughs uncontrollably.

"Yeah! And you have Kyle as well! You're not a very nice girlfriend!" Sasha shouts punching my arm a little and pouting out her bottom lip as if she was actually affected by all of this.

"You stay out of this you little rat!" I jokingly shout, throwing my tissue at her but failing badly when the tissue doesn't even reach her and instead slowly sways onto her lap.

"She has a point, I thought there was intimacy between you and Kyle, Sash?" my Mom intriguingly continues as she peers at me with her warm chestnut eyes.

"Mom no way! Kyle is way too physical for me!" I explain taking a sip of my drink then peering back at her.

"Wait! You mean he hits you!?" She yells bulging her eyes out and slamming her hands on the table. I choke on the drink then knot my eyebrows closely together.

"No no! I mean physical, leading towards the more sexual category," I quietly explain placing my hand on hers, hoping that would calm her down, then glare at Tasha to make sure she's not listening.

"Oh you mean, you two haven't yet made love?" she whispers back.

"Mom! No one even refers to it as that anymore!" I yell with disgust in my tone.

"Oh so you have had your fair share of Mr Carlson then Sash?"

"Ew no! No way! Never! " I cry out disgusted, when inside I'm feeling lonely and upset that I can't even have him at all.

She nods in understanding.There's a long silence between us and I can tell she's thinking of something but trying to find a way of saying it. I'm ready for it! I can already tell what she's going to ask. "You're still a virgin aren't you Sash?" she finally exhales.

"You make it sound like a bad thing," I murmur to myself, putting my head down in embarrassment.

"No its not! I never want you to rush into anything sweetheart, especially not a big decision to whom you want to lose your virginity to babe," she softly replies, taking hold of my hand and gently caressing it.

Then all of a sudden, tears start prickling down my cheeks and I can't stop them. Not because of Kyle but because of the flashbacks I keep getting. I wanted to forget them ever since I was little but they never seem to disappear, the demons just keep chasing me. Now that my Mom's brought up this whole virginity and sex thing, I just want to tell her everything, but I just can't, I don't want to rememeber any of it and no one needs to know.

"Why are you crying honey?" she confusingly asks me.

"I just want Kyle to be the kind of prince I've always dreamt of," I softly lie through my teeth but a part of me wants that to actually be true. So technically I'm not lying at all, just smartly avoiding the question.

She doesn't need to know, the sooner I forget, the better. She shuffles next to me and pulls me into a tight hug and nuzzles my hair delicately with the tip of her nose. I quickly wipe my tears before Tasha notices I'm crying and right on cue as well, because Mr Strawberry Blond is walking over here now with our food.

Is he an angel sent by God to distract me from the thought of Kyle Carlson?

"Here are your orders. Spaghetti Bolognese chicken fajitas with a side of potato wedges and coleslaw and finally barbecue chicken, chips and Cesar salad," he articulates while he places the plates on the table according to the meal read first.

I can't help the foolish grin that appears on my face again when he places my food down and doesn't take his eyes off me. Tasha digs into her spaghetti and Mom tucks into her chicken fajitas. I can't stop looking at him, his face is so angelic and he doesn't say much. He just flashes his perfect teeth. "Sean! Hurry up your shift is almost over!" An angry man calls from behind him in an Italian accent, dressed in a black uniform.

Sean! Cute name!-He quickly turns around and rushes towards the Italian guy then turns back to me, smiles and waves a little. I wave back without hesitation then bite my lip a little, which may of came across a little too seductive than I wanted it to.

"Why are you biting your lip?" My Mom curiously asks me.

I quickly blink at her then shrug my shoulders and rapidly look down at my food. "Maybe it's because she's hungry," Tasha innocently shrugs.

"Yeah hungry for Mr Strawberry over there or maybe Kyle. Can't quite figure it out," my Mom mutters under her breath then slowly shoots her eyes up at me and stretches her lips into a smile.

I smile back not knowing what to say then I bite into my chicken. The conversation flows well and we talk about random stuff that I never thought I would ever speak about. I spot a man in the far distance observing our table. I've spotted him a few times now but I just try not to over think things. He's dressed in a gray tracksuit and he has his hood up.

Wow I never knew that it rained indoors...

"Girls stay here I'm just going to nip to the toilet," Mom softly utters, getting up from her seat and making her way to the toilet. Her tight purple dress clings onto her curvaceous body, making her bum look huge. All the boys turn to stare at her, even the creep in the gray tracksuit.

Oh Mom please don't go! There's a weird creepy guy in the gray tracksuit whos' been watching us for the last half an hour!

But unfortunately she ain't no fucking mind reader so she continues her strut towards the toilet. Tasha is too busy eating her food and listening to music on my iPod that I've kindly lent to her. I stuff a few more chips down my throat then peer at the guy who still remains seated and still looking over at my direction. Okay so he obviously wasn't staring at my Mom, it's either me or Tasha. Er the thought of that makes me sick! I sip some more of my drink then I hear the loud ping from my Mom's phone which means that she has a message. I know its rude to read other people's text messages but then again I'm a nosey person so it all works out well. I reach for the phone and click the little envelope icon which reminds me, I need to tell Mom about the letter I got from school about my tuition. I stare at the only message she has in her inbox then click to read it:

What the hell is this all about?- "How well you've been pleasing me" - What's that supposed to mean? And who is this Ricky dude? Mom's never mentioned him before, I quickly delete the message before she returns from the toilet and position the phone exactly where it was before she left.

"Ready to go?" she asks me as she gets closer to the table.

"No!" Tasha cries.

"Erm yes! Most definitely! Lets go!" I quickly grab the shopping bags from under the table and shuffle away from the delicious smelling food still left on the plates.

Anything to escape this creep who won't stop staring...

The evening starts to rapidly approach so Mom decides to call for a taxi. There's an awkward silence in the taxi as my Mom is continuously texting on her cell phone and I'm just looking out the window biting on nails nervously. Okay how should I tell her?-"Oh Mom I have this strange feeling that you might be a prostitute!" No way!

"Mom..." I slowly exhale, fiddling with my fingers.

"Yes hun what's wrong?"

"Have you met someone new?" I finally manage to ask.

"No baby, why would you say that?"

"It's just that you've been really secretive lately and I don't want you getting hurt and everything."

"Well nothing's up, you just need to chilax"

"Mom, just stop with the slang, it's not working. Well why do you keep disappearing in the middle of night? And you don't even call so say where you are!" I loudly protest staring out the window.

"Look Sasha not now. I'm not gonna leave you two if that's what you're worried about. Now's not a good time for these kind of conversations," she quietly responds running her hands through her hair.

"It's never a good time with you," I mutter under my breath then roll my eyes.

"You really need to drop the attitude before I slap you back and forth child," she threatens me. I kiss my teeth and continue to stare outside, watching the trees and buildings as we pass them by.

"Aye! Don't you kiss your teeth at me!" my Mom firmly orders.

I ignore her and rest my head of the soft head rest. She curses some more in Spanish but I really cannot be bothered to listen to her. I want Kyle. I want him to hold me and kiss me and tell me he loves me. But that's never gonna happen. We pull up closer to my street and I spot someone leaning outside the house door. I squint my eyes a little trying to make out who it is but I still can't make out who. "Who's that by the house?" my Mom asks me while she unbuckles her seat belt then leans over to help Tasha with hers.

I quickly leave the taxi and stroll towards the mysterious person. They quickly turn around and them remarkable blazing blue eyes automatically burn into me. "Kyle," I quietly whisper to myself. And I can't help the small smile that forms on my face. He smiles back and keeps his hands down his pockets.

"Sasha, we need to talk," he murmurs, walking closer towards me.

I can't help my emotions, I drop my bags on the floor, run towards him and wrap my arms around his neck. He quickly wraps his around my waist tightly and buries his head in my neck. Tears start to run down my cheeks but I quickly wipe them off before he sees them. "What's wrong Sash?" he quietly asks me cupping my chin with his hand and lifting it up so I can face him.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, shifting my eyes away from his and onto my feet.

"No! Don't say that. I'm the one who's sorry!" he snaps at me, placing both his hands on either side of his face and piercing his eyes through me.

Wow he's so intimidating.

"Oh about last night," I softly mumble.

"Yeah that's what I need to talk to you about."

"Look lets just forget it, I don't wanna think about it anymore. I understand I looked like an idiot, so therefore I'm sorry."

He sighs in frustration then vigorously runs both hands through his dark brown almost-black hair. "Come back to my house so we can talk properly," he suggests, running the back of his hand slowly up and down my cheek, giving me chills and butterflies.

"Oh hey Kyle! This is a surprise I don't see you around that much anymore!" my Mom yells with a load of shopping bags and Tasha following behind with her stuff.

"Hello Yasmin. I've been pretty busy, just popped here to talk to Sasha about stuff," he huskily replies. Since when did he start calling my Mom Yasmin?

"Kyle!" Tasha screams running towards him and wrapping her arms around his knees. A big grin appears on his face and his whole face lights up.

"Hey Tasha!" he shouts back picking her up and swinging her around. This makes me smile, Kyle Carlson is good with kids aye?

"So can you come back to my place with me?" he asks me as he places Tasha back on the ground.

"I'd love to but I might need to help my Mom with the housework and-" I softly reply fiddling with my sleeve.

"Don't be daft Sash! Kyle take good care of her and bring her back at half seven!"

Before I could say anything Kyle drags me away and towards his Audi R8 Spyder. Seriously? How many cars does this boy own. I slide into the passenger seat as he makes his way into the driver's seat. I don't say anything, I just look out the window and hope this conversation of his goes well...

"What do you want to talk about?" I ask as he pulls up to his huge garage.

"Stuff."

I hate one word replies, they really piss me off. I get out the car and walk towards his house. I wait for him to catch up and so he does. I feel him behind me, he has this weird affect on me. He pulls my hair away from my neck then starts planting soft kisses on it.

"Not now, not here," I softly moan.

"I know your soft spots Sasha. Don't worry, I'm not gonna go do anything." he teases with a small smirk.

I want to kiss him, I want to touch him.

"Kyle!" a voice cries behind us.

We both look back and there's a beautiful tall girl running towards us. Now who's this bitch running towards us? There's fire burning inside me and I want to blow the bitch in the face. I glare up at Kyle and his face looks mad pissed.

"Kyle look we can try again, I'm ready for you!" she shouts louder, coming closer towards us.

"Melisa what's wrong with you!" Kyle shouts back.

Melisa? Who's Melisa? I raise my eyebrow at him and then he tries to scurry me inside the house but I refuse to not know what's going on.

"Sorry who are you?" I ask her as I cross my arms over my chest.

"I'm Kyle's girlfriend," she responds. My heart drops and my throat starts to ache. Oh not another one.

"Sasha don't listen to her she's a crazy deluded bitch!" Kyle spits out.

I screw my eyebrows at her but then my eyes quickly moves away from her face and focuses on her chest. I examine the object that hangs around her neck. I know it!

"That's my necklace," I murmur.

They both stop arguing and glare at me. She places her hand on her chest and feels for the necklace. "Bitch this is mine I don't know what you're talking about!" she screams.

"Where did you get it from?" I softly ask not taking my eyes away from the necklace.

"Some dude sold it to me for a good price and I quite fancied it," she sings, swaying from side to side.

"Take it off it's mine!" I sharply order. I pounce on her like a leopard and reach out to rip the necklace from her chest. She pushes my arms away from me and starts to squeal like a stupid bitch.

"Kyle get this animal off of me!" she winces in pain as I tug on her hair and try to get a hold of the necklace.

I feel Kyle's arms around my waist as he tries to pull me off her. But all I want is my necklace!

"Just give me my necklace back!" I yell before ripping it of her neck and Kyle swings me away from her. "Kyle! Put me down! I know how to walk for myself!" I yell in frustration as I attempt to punch his hands off me. But of course I fail. Epically.

"Yeah we'll I'd much rather carry you inside," he softly breathes into my ear as he opens the front door and shuts it in Melisa'a face before she can rant and complain anymore.

He puts me down and then locks the front door. "No interruptions," he slowly exhales as he runs his fingers through is wild hair.

"So you and Melisa were getting cosy?" I coldly ask as I play around with the necklace. It doesn't feel the same but I know for a fact it's mine.

"It wasn't like that."

"Oh wasn't it? So what was it like then? Actually don't answer that, I'm out of here!" I yell.

"You're not going anywhere Sasha!"

"Try stop me!" I snarl at him. He takes a deep breath then runs his fingers through his hair again.

"Stop doing that," I command.

"Doing what?" he confusingly asks.

"Running your fingers through your hair."

"Why? You wanna do it for me?"

Yes!

"No way! Now let me go home! You're a waste of my time!" I shriek.

"Sasha I brought you here to talk to you but you keep having these mood swings! What's wrong with you?!" he yells at me.

I roll my eyes at him and try to walk past him but he's taking none of my bullshit attitude, he grips onto my arms and tries to stop me from walking out. I drop my eyes down at where his hands around my arms are, cross my eyebrows together and gasp. "What are you doing? Get off me!" I order trying to struggle out of his grip. His claws dig into my skin and it really starts to burn now.

Why is he so angry? What's gotten into him?