Chapter 86
Getting out of the car, I ignored Monic's protests and questions. I remembered what Preston told me and it was enough to convince me that this wasn't the Adam that we knew.
"Jake, drive and don't look back," I told him sharply. He looked at me as if I was crazy.
"What about yo-" I shut the car's door before he could ask another question and I shot him a look that made him turn the car and drive away.
This man wasn't my Adam and I won't let him hurt anyone I love.
He was after me so I knew Monic and Jake would be safe as long as they weren't anywhere near me.
I narrowed my eyes at him, glaring at the man before me darkly.
"What do you want?" I asked into the night, knowing he could hear me loud and clear.
I was hurt and if he was going to pick a fight with me, I would lose in a nanosecond. But Bryant has always told me that if I'm going to go down, I should go down with my head held high and I should fight until they bring me to my knees.
So that was exactly what I'm going to do. Fight him even if I knew the outcome wouldn't be pretty.
He had an advantage over me. He was wearing the face of the man I love. Even if I wanted to hurt him, my heart wouldn't let me because all I'm seeing is the guy who I care about.
But he doesn't remember me. To him, I was the person who killed his mother; and that certainly won't be stopping him from hurting me.
He started walking closer but I didn't move from my spot. My feet remained rooted to the ground; partly due to shock and partly due to my injury that was preventing me from moving freely.
One wrong move and he'll notice. Not that anything indicated that he didn't spectate my earlier fight. That would make my efforts in hiding my injury futile since he would've witnessed my side being kicked twice.
Would he really hit you though?
It sure looked like it during dinner. Adam wouldn't have the heart to lay a hand on a lady but then again this wasn't Adam and I wasn't exactly a ‘lady'; which was unfortunate because I was obviously in the losing end of this fight and that completely sucks for me.
He kept walking forward until he was only a few feet away from me, watching me with an indescribable gleam in his eyes.
"How long have you been here?" I answered coolly, as if I wasn't about to be beaten up by my own "boyfriend", if I could even call him that.
He didn't answer. He finally stopped inching closer when the distance between us was small enough to allow us to see each other clearly.
It was painful, looking at him like this. At first glance, you could've missed that tinge of hatred in his eyes but if you look closer, you would see that it was practically burning through him. I could feel my body urging me to take a weary step backward to create a safe distance.
With this proximity, it wouldn't take much for him to land a blow. With my whole body throbbing in pain, one abrupt move would cause me more pain than I could hide.
I was praying for some of that adrenaline to come back but I couldn't gather enough energy to will it to come.
"Why did you do it? Why did you kill her?" I shook my head at his questions.
"That's the thing, I didn't!" I shouted in aggravation. The whole ‘accuse Casey of committing murder' was getting on my nerves real quick. This is stupid.
"Don't you dare lie, I saw you!" He yelled at me, his fist swinging. My eyes widened before I quickly ducked, gritting my teeth to keep myself from whimpering in pain.
So much for not laying a hand on a lady, don't you think? But I guess there could be a valid argument here. No lady would be in this place, fighting in this God-forsaken competition in the first place anyways.
"I don't know what you saw or how you saw something that never happened but I would never, within any lifetime, hurt your mother. I respected your mother." The words about our relationship before the crash were right on the tip of my tongue but I bit it in. It would do no good even if he came to know about it.
"Well you didn't respect her enough to not kill her." He roared, his hands flying and his fingers wounding themselves around my neck, cutting my air supply.
