2.

**Present day**

My bare feet carried me back into my room, feeling the slight chill caress my damp skin as I hadn't bothered to get myself some clothes before entering my bathroom to wash my freshly dyed hair and shower.

Few droplets trailed down my arms and onto the soft white carpet, hugging the fluffy towel around my body as I hurried to the floor-length mirror.

A small smile graced my lips as my gaze fell onto the figure staring right back at me, that particular cotton candy color in her loose curls only bringing back to surface so many memories.

Blowing out a small sigh, I slowly traced my fingers through it, reminiscing the first day of school in this big city and the first true friend I've ever made. Blake.

Another sigh made its way past my lips as I couldn't help the deep sadness that almost instantly washed all over me at the thought that I haven't seen her for so long.

It's been almost two months for crying out loud!

I was really missing her, and the very rare phone calls and texts weren't exactly helping either. I needed to see her and be there for her as I had promised two years ago, since I knew things were going pretty rough for her lately. I didn't know exactly what was going on in that house since Rick wouldn't tell me anything but I knew it was bad. I could tell just by the way she usually avoided getting into details whenever we spoke on the phone or whenever he came by to see me. Which was painfully rare by the way.

Ever since we had openly expressed our feelings towards each other we had barely had the time to see each other, let alone spend some time together.

I swear sometimes I even feel like we had jinxed it ever since we firstly kissed that day...

I bitterly thought as my gaze casually refocused back on the silhouette in the mirror, my eyes finally noticing the tall and dark figure looming from right behind my back. But before I could even let that blood-curdling scream erupt from within a rather large palm covered my parted lips while the other arm quickly wrapped around my body, effectively restraining my movements.

I squirmed and struggled in the person's strong hold for a few times before he eventually let go, allowing me to turn around and get a better look at the culprit since the sun was already setting and I hadn't bothered to turn on any other lights besides the tall tulip-shaped lamp by the mirror.

"Oh my god! You scared the living crap out of me!" I half-yelled at him, tightly holding the towel over my still fastly-beating heart.

He simply let out a chuckle, those amber eyes taking in the very obvious change in my appearance, once again giving me that heart-stealing smile. And before I could even say another word in two strides he was right in front of me, not even giving me the time to react as his hand went around my waist while the other buried itself in my still damp curls, crushing my lips into a fervent, merciless kiss.

My hands landed onto the thin shirt under his jacket, feeling his chest muscles contract just as his hands went under my thighs, effortlessly lifting me up in his embrace.

I broke the kiss to let out a squeal, widely staring back into his eyes as I felt him move, seconds before my back landed onto the firm mattress of my bed.

And without a second thought his thin lips found my own once again, moving into a slow, sensual kiss as his hand slowly trailed upwards over the outside of my thigh.

A small, muffled whimper erupted from within me as soon as I felt his fingers reach the hem of my towel, feeling my heartbeat increase as I was pretty much aware that I didn't have anything else underneath -other than my freshly shaved hoo-ha- the thought of him actually seeing me naked for the first time making me feel so anxious and yet so...incredibly hot at the same time.

"I need you," He breathlessly stated just as he broke the kiss, my eyes widening as I stared up at him in pure surprise and a little bit of nervousness as well since I had never expected it to happen so...sudden like this...

"Back home," He abruptly blurted out as the probably very noticeable blush tinting my cheeks and the tiny hint of anxiousness glinting in my eyes gave away my current train of thoughts, my brows instantly rising at the sound of those two words.

"I need you to come back home with me,"

I only blinked a few times, not sure if I had heard him correctly even after the second time as I simply stared up at his handsome face, speechless.

He let out a deep and tired sigh, his visibly saddened honey eyes following the action whilst his long fingers gently brushed aside the pink strand fallen over my cheek.

"It's...Blake,"

"I need your help..."


**



Pushing the car door open, I didn't waste another second to wait for him and ran to the front door of their house as the deep worry and anxiousness kept eating at me with every passing second, picturing the worst since Rick didn't exactly tell me what was happening with her, other than the fact that she...wasn't herself anymore.

What was that supposed to mean anyway?

Why couldn't he just tell me what was going on? Was it that hard?

What could be possibly happening so bad that would make him act like that?

What is-

I let out a gasp as soon as my gaze landed onto the few dark red splatters staining the marble flooring, barely holding myself together as I hastily followed the trail through the house, only to find myself staring at a pair of closed double doors.

Oh god...Please be ok...

I chanted in my head, nervously biting at my lower lip before my hands eventually landed on the handles and pushed them to the sides, effectively rushing inside.

Only nothing could've prepared me for the sight that greeted my eyes.

Between the piles of glass shards scattered all over the place, there stood a large, hardwooden dining table, smeared by a massive amount of dried-up blood, the said substance trailing all the way to the floor and seeping through the deep cracks surrounding the table, creating a truly grotesque picture, a single being sitting huddled on the floor in the midst of it all in a crouching position, holding her knees close to her chest as she ever so slowly rocked herself.

"Blake?"