CHAPTER 3

Nina Pov

I walked out of the lift with keys in my hand. Emy may or may not have been back.

As I entered the hallway I could feel oxygen sucking out of me from the sight in front of me.

Cotton filled with blood lying everywhere near the sofa and there she sat all in her glory.

Her fist was bleeding with a blue black mark forming on her head.

"What the hell Emy?" I groaned.

"Don’t start again Nina" she spoke avoiding my gaze focusing on her bleeding fingers.

"Unbelievable... why do you even do this?" she asked.

"How was your date?" She asks avoiding my question.

Knowing she won't listen like always, I answer her.

"It more like 'get to know Emelia' kind of dinner" I reply avoiding the sight ahead of me.

As much as I wanted to help I knew that I would probably end up vomiting on the couch, increasing her task.

"What does that mean?" She asked finally bandaging her hand making it safe for me to look.

"I told you he's into you" I replied calm.

"Stop beating around the bush Nina" she replied.

"Well it was basically like he was paying for my dinner.... in return for me to answer his questions about you" I explained.

She just gave me a look.

"Nah I didn't tell him a lot about you .... Except for that you love black" I cleared.

"Good" she replied getting up and walking to her room.

"I don’t even know you" I stated. She paused for a moment and mumbled lightly

"It’s best for you" as she walked in locking her room.

Emy and I had been sharing this apartment since a year and half and we had been buddies but Emy had her own secrets that she never spoke of.

She covered things too well and now that I realized that I knew nothing about her as she knew everything about me.

Emy had her own way of avoiding discussion related to her past and her life.

After staring at her closed door for all this while

"Get over it Emy... get a life" I stated hoping that she would hear me as I decided to call it a night.

Emelia Pov

"Get over it Emy... get a life" I heard her say before I heard her close her door.

I wish I could.

Even if Nina was a truly unique friend I just couldn't bring it in me to speak about it.

So many times, So many questions.

Where are you from?

Where are your parents? Are they dead? Why don’t you visit them?

Nina had now stopped trying to know because she knew that I anyway never give away anything.

She wouldn't have discovered about my sudden Saturday disappearance and injured states if she wouldn't have followed me.

I was strong but not enough.

Enough to remember that time.

Enough to think about it.

And lastly

Enough to bear the thought of him.

Pressing my fingers to my head I laid on the bed closing my eyes.

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"Doll ... my darling. .

You are mine" he spoke holding her hand.

"All yours" she replied smiling.

"Don’t" I screamed looking at her . He would ruin her and I knew it. I wanted to save her but she wouldn't look at me... she wouldn't hear me.

"Don’t" I bolted awake.

Sweat dripping of my body.

Swallow breaths now replacing my once menacing memory.

It was over.

She was dead now and I didn't have to think about it again.

James Pov

"Baby" a voice cooed in my ears disturbing my sleep.

"Get out" I grumbled without opening my eyes.

"But after last night... .. " I cut her off by opening my eyes.

A naked figure was lying beside me with her red fiery hairs flowing everywhere.

I would rather prefer the sight of the golden brown hairs.

"Get out before I invite the security to escort you" I gave her a stern look.

Shook by my cold voice she scrambled running out immediately.

Last night had been frustrating. My plan damned to nothing but waste of time.

Firstly Emelia was anything but jealous

and

the Nina girl practically knew nothing important.

Walking towards my bathroom I brushed my teeth and took a bath.

Making my way towards kitchen I mAde scrambled eggs with banana pan cakes for breakfast.

After finishing up I dialed my private investigators no.

"Did you find anything" I came straight to the point.

Oh yeah hell yes... I already informed him to find about her.

"No sir, nothing new" he replied nonchalantly.

"What the hell is that even supposed to mean" I groaned.

"We only know about her history since last year and a half except for that there is nothing like she just came out of nowhere. And for last year and a half we only know a little bit like where she worked" he replied.

"Try and keep me informed" with that I hanged off.

What are you Emelia?

Why are you so different?

What are you hiding?