(Lydia)I kept my smile fixed on my face, letting Nathan stand near me. I had to do this because we had a goal and I needed to do everything in my power to get it done.Every second I spent in Nathan’s presence made my skin crawl. The weight of everything I knew hung over me like a heavy cloud, thickening the air between us.Clara’s words echoed in my head, louder now than ever. How he could charm anyone with a smile and his easy going nature, but underneath it all, there was something else. Something darker.Clara hadn’t held anything back. She told me how possessive Nathan could get, how he crossed lines that normal people wouldn’t dream of crossing. The image of the two of them sitting together entered my mind again and I had the sudden urge to recoil away from Nathan.He was so close that I could smell his breath that was hitting the side of my neck in hot puffs.Nathan had been stalking me for who knows how long. He had broken into my home and yet, here I was, standing next to hi
(Thomas)I pushed through the crowd, my heart pounding in my chest, but Lydia was nowhere in sight. She couldn’t have gone far. Just minutes ago, I had left her at the edge of the dance floor, telling her I’d be back after grabbing us drinks.It was so crowded that it was difficult to breathe. People were packed in together like it wasn’t a big deal for them to be in a room this stuffy. I know most of them were probably intoxicated on more than just drinks. I didn’t care about all that though, I only wanted to get to Lydia before anything could happen to her.I called her name, "Lydia!" but the sound was swallowed by the pounding bass and flashing lights. I knew it was no use but I couldn’t help but cry out for her. All around me, people were laughing, spinning, and dancing, oblivious to the knot of anxiety tightening in my gut.I elbowed my way through, scanning faces, hoping she was just blending into the crowd. Maybe she was having fun, dancing with some friends she bumped into. Bu
(Lydia)The room buzzed with low chatter and bursts of laughter, but I couldn’t focus on any of it. I sat there, surrounded by Nathan and his friends, feeling like an outsider despite the circle of people closing in around me.From the way they joked and leaned into each other’s words, it was clear they had known each other for a long time. Their comfort with each other was palpable, yet it unsettled me.What did they really know about Nathan? Did they know what kind of man he was, the manipulative, deceitful monster hiding beneath his charming facade? Or were they just as blind to it as I had been at first?Maybe, like Clara, they were trapped in his web, each of them tangled in different ways, each of them tolerating his bullshit because they didn’t know how to escape. Or worse, maybe they were just like him, a circle of people who shared his darkness.I shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the others as they continued with their small talk. One of them, a tall guy with a sleeve of ta
(Lydia)Utter silence followed my words as everyone blinked at me. And then as if synchronized, everyone started screaming, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” at the top of their lungs.The noise around me was deafening, the chant reverberated in the room like the pounding of a drum. The cacophony of noises made my head swim until I didn’t know what to do. My throat tightened, a lump forming so large I could barely swallow. I shook my head, unable to speak, unwilling to do what they were asking. No. I couldn’t do this. Not with him.Nathan’s eyes were on me too, gleaming with something cold, calculated, hidden beneath a mask of charm. He didn’t say anything, just leaned back slightly, watching as his friends screamed louder, egging me on like I was a piece of entertainment.I swung my head around, to see whether there was at least one person who would be at my side, but no one stood out.I shook my head again, more firmly this time. "No," I managed to croak out, but my voice was drowned out by the n
(Thomas)I spent the next fifteen minutes weaving through the crowd, calling out Lydia’s name again and again, but it was useless. The music was too loud, the lights too disorienting, and the people were far too absorbed in their own drunken fun to notice me.I scanned every face, and pushed through every group of partiers, but Lydia was nowhere to be found. My heart was racing, the anxiety clawing at me like a feral animal. I couldn’t shake the sickening feeling that something was wrong.I finally made my way to the far end of the mansion, where the music wasn’t as overpowering. The sound was muffled here, and the air felt different. It was calmer for sure but also much more eerie.I stumbled upon a small room, the kind of hidden spot where people went to escape the chaos for a while. The door was half-closed, and as I peered inside, I saw a group of people sitting in a loose circle, playing some sort of game.Laughter spilled from the room, but it was subdued compared to the riotous
(Lydia)Warning: The following chapter contains a depiction of attempted sexual assault, which may be distressing for some readers. Please go right to the next chapter if this topic can upset you.Everything was hazy, like I was underwater and the world around me was a blurry and distant echo. The sounds filtering into my ears felt like they were coming from another dimension, muffled and distorted as if someone had turned the volume down on reality.I could see colors in bright and swirling shades that didn’t make sense, dancing in front of my eyes, refusing to stay still. I tried to focus, tried to make sense of what was happening, but everything felt so far away.I tried to speak, but my tongue felt strange like it was too big for my mouth, thick and useless. I tried to call out for help, tried to form words, but all that came out was a small, pitiful sound. Panic surged through me, but even that felt dull like it was swimming through molasses before it could fully reach my mind.W
(Thomas)I ran up the stairs, my breath ragged and my heart pounding in my chest. Every second felt like it was slipping away from me like I was too late. I couldn’t shake the image of Lydia, vulnerable, alone, possibly in Nathan’s grip. The thought made my stomach turn. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t.The upper floor of the mansion stretched out in front of me with wide hallways on both sides and the doors lined up like an endless maze.I paused for a split second, feeling a strange tug in my gut, something primal telling me to go left. I didn’t question it. I followed the instinct, veering left and charging down the hallway, throwing open doors as I went.Most of the rooms were empty, though some were locked. I pressed my ear to each locked door, straining to hear any sound or any kind of movement. But there was nothing except for silence. Some of the rooms I opened had small groups of people inside, sitting around in threes or fours, laughing or talking in hushed voices.Th
(Thomas)As I looked down at Lydia’s unconscious form, my chest tightened. I couldn’t leave her like this, not even for a second. Her skin was pale, her breathing shallow, and my heart raced with fear that something worse might happen.I didn’t have my phone to call for help, and every second spent waiting felt like too much. So I did the only thing I could.I scooped her up in my arms, bridal style, as gently as I could and cradled her head against my chest. Her body felt light, almost weightless, but that didn’t ease the sickening knot in my stomach.I couldn’t just leave Nathan’s jacket either. It might have something important, some clue, anything that could be used against him.He was a ghost now, disappeared down those stairs, but I wasn’t going to let him vanish without consequences. I grabbed the jacket, tucking it under my arm as best I could, even though I loathed touching anything that belonged to him.With Lydia in my arms, I headed toward the stairs that Nathan had taken.