In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend.
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"Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine.
"What do you mean?"
"You know damn well what I mean."
"I don't know what you're talking about...
AN: Thank you again guys for your continuous support for this story. I'm sorry if I don't have any specific schedule for updates, but it's because I'm trying to update a chapter whenever I have the time to write on my phone. That's why I could be updating in the morning, in the afternoon, late night or even after midnight. Most often, I write when I wake up in the middle of the night, because that's when I can really feel and can adsorb what Melanie and Vaughn are actually feeling.
OK, now on with the story <3
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Derek ends up in the hospital. And I end up spending the night at the police station.
That bastard is fucking lucky that I didn't kill him, because before I could do so, three policemen came to stop me. I remember roaring like a mad person when they pulled me away from Derek, who was already bleeding to death when the emergency response team from the hospital took him with the stretcher.
My hands shaking, I look down and bury my face in them. What the hell am I doing here? I shouldn't be here right now. I should be with her.
Melanie. Melanie. Melanie.
She's the only thing in my mind now. I can't imagine what she's feeling at the moment. She must be scared, not knowing that to do. She must be broken. Hopeless. Alone.
To settle the matters with the police, I've called my lawyer, whom I know from a friend I worked with for one of the influential companies I did my project with. He's good, so I expect that the police can give me some dispensation once they find out that Derek has kidnapped and assaulted Melanie.
I glance at my watch. 10 AM. It's been more than 24 hours since I stepped my foot in this goddamn place. I look like shit, my hands aching to be released from this handcuff.
Footsteps coming into the room draws my attention, and an officer finally comes over and releases the handcuff around my wrists. "We've found the house, but she's nowhere to be found. Someone else has broken into it and took her." That sentence makes me alert as I immediately stand up. My pulse quickens, and I feel something burning inside my chest again as the rage awakens.
"Don't worry, it's her brother," the officer says. "He reported to us too."
Jake. Thank God. I let out a long sigh of relief.
"Derek is still in a very bad condition, so we can't interrogate him yet," the officer continues to inform me. "The hospital is still trying their best to save his life. At the meantime, we have to wait. We'll need Melanie and her brother to give us some details too. Her brother said he'd gladly do it, but as for her... He didn't think that she's stable enough to tell us the story about the incident just yet."
My fists shake with anger while pain strikes my chest again. The fact that I still can't see her is torturing me even more.
Once I finally walk out of the police station, my jaw tightens. Looking around the street, I stop a taxi before getting into it. I hurriedly tell the driver Melanie's address and sink into the seat. My lips tremble as I stare outside the window. The lump in my throat hurts so fucking much.
