The Opposite Of Attraction

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Chapter 37


“Wake up my beautiful star.” A voice cooed as the owner caressed my cheek.

My eyes snapped open when I realized who that voice belonged to.

There he was, smiling down at me with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Memories of what happened with Garrett, Damon, and David came washing over me like a bucket of cold water.

It wasn’t a nightmare this time. It’s really happening.

“Oh don’t look so scared. I’m not going to hurt you unless you make me.” David laughed, walking away to the other side of the room.

This gave me a chance to take in my surroundings. The walls were wood and looked like they could collapse at any moment, and the floor was covered in hay, so obviously we were in a barn type place.

“What do you want?” I sneered and went to stand up only to find that my hands and feet were tied to the chair I was sat in.

“I’m torn really. I want you all to myself, but I also want revenge for being locked up. Do you see my dilemma?” he asked rhetorically.

Cry me a river hun I wanted to say but I knew to keep my mouth shut. I won’t be able to hold back my remarks forever though.

“To kill or not to kill? Now that is the question.” He continued, laughing at his own joke. He always did have a thing for poetry.

As he continued to laugh I studied him. He had the same shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes, giving off an innocent vibe. But he was as far as a person could get from innocent. The only thing really different about him was that he had more muscle now and there was a glint in his eyes that told me he was more dangerous than ever.

At any moment he could snap and kill me without a second thought, but I wasn’t that scared. Death seemed oddly inviting right now. What did I have to live for anyway?

Tori’s been the only thing keeping me alive since everything happened, but she’d be better off without me.

“What do you think I should do Star?” He asked, training his evil eyes on me.

“Either way I’m gonna die so I really don’t care.” I spat back, venom dripping from my voice.

“How so?” He asked, looking at me like he was observing something under a microscope.

“If you kill me I’ll die, and if you don’t kill me, I’ll kill myself.” I explained and smirked when I saw his cocky expression turn into one of pure shock.

“Well I can’t let that happen now can I?” He said, walking towards me like a lion staking its prey.

I probably shouldn’t have opened my big fat mouth. Now he’ll keep me alive to entertain himself and get back at me. The only way I can get out of this is by making him completely snap.

“So how’s jail been?” I asked, forcing a smirk on my face. I need to get him angry.

“I met a lot of people who gave me great ideas for what to do to you when I got out.” He sneered, but quickly composed himself and smiled down at me.

“Why don’t you demonstrate one of those ideas.” I urged him, raising my eyebrows challengingly.

He bent down until he was eye level with me, then he leaned forward slowly.

My eyes widened when his lips were a breath away from mine, but instead of kissing me he redirected his lips to my ear.

“What a splendid idea.” He whispered, then leaned back just enough to smash his lips to mine.

However, the kiss only lasted a few moments because as soon as I got the chance I bit down on his lower lip as hard as I could.

“Fuck.” He growled and shot up from his crouched position in front of me.

I smiled in satisfaction when I saw blood dripping from his lip.

After a minute of him panting in anger, he suddenly looked me in the eyes and smiled a sick, sadistic smile.

“So you like it rough, huh?” he spat, storming up to me again.

“I’ll show you rough!” he yelled and backhanded me across the face.

As my head snapped to the side I bit the inside of my cheek to hold back a whimper. I couldn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing he caused me pain.

“I didn’t like it rough until Dylan showed me how great it could be.” I said smugly, knowing that would get him going.

The reason he went insane in the first place was because he thought I was cheating on him with Dylan.

“You cheating bitch!” he roared and launched himself at me.

My chair fell back with the force of the impact and I hit my head on the ground. Black dots clouded my vision but I quickly blinked them away.

Before I even realized what was happening, David swung his fists wildly, landing punches all over my body.

Somehow as all of this was happening the ropes I was tied to the chair with got loose enough for me to slip out of, so I could block some of the punches.

After a while David started to get tired and eventually stopped beating me.

As soon as he was a few feet away from me I tried to get up to escape but my body was too weak and soar from the beating.

David laughed at my failed attempt at getting up, and walked over to a duffle bag I never noticed.

He sat down on the floor beside it, facing me, and started taking items out.






Those five things sat in a neat line beside him.

I knew I should be scared, hell I should be terrified, but I wasn’t.

I felt nothing but pain from all his punches, and I welcomed it. Pain is better than nothing.

We both sat, facing each other, in silence.

“Are you scared of hurting me or something? What are you doing just sitting there like a coward?” I spat, breaking the silence because I just wanted this to be over and done with.

Like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head, David shot up and looked around angrily. I guess I struck a nerve.

“It’s about time.” I grumbled to myself, but loud enough for him to hear.

David then bent down, grabbed the gun and pointed it at me.

“Just shut up!” he yelled desperately, his voice higher than usual. It almost sounded like he was about to cry.

“Aw did I hurt your feelings?” I cooed as if he were a baby.

“I said shut up!” he yelled, his voice harsh and cold this time. I swear he’s bipolar.

“Why don’t you make me?” I suggested, smirking for what felt like the millionth time since I found myself in this mess.

In the blink of and eye David dropped the gun and had me pinned to the ground.

“You really shouldn’t have said that.” he whispered in my ear, and then trailed his nose from my ear down my neck and to the top of my chest, inhaling my sent the whole time.

What the hell is he doing?

I started to struggle under him but he had both my hands pinned above my head in one hand, and his body weight was enough to hold down the rest of me.

He ran his other hand from my shoulder down to my upper thigh as he buried his face in the crease of my neck.

I internally panicked as I fought away the memories of when he did this before.

What am I suppose to do now? I’m weak and battered and I’m sure there’s nobody around for miles.

David moaned against my neck when I struggled under him again, and that’s when an idea struck me. I knew exactly what I had to do.

“Dylan.” I moaned as his hand crept up my thigh, fighting back the urge to vomit.

“What?” he spat, and quickly sat up, straddling me, releasing my hands in the process.

“He’s the only one on my mind.” I whispered, breathlessly since his weight on me was limiting my oxygen supply.

“That’s it!” he yelled and rapped his hands around my neck, cutting off my oxygen supply completely.

I didn’t struggle, or even bat an eye, I just looked up into his glazed over blue eyes and hoped that this would soon be over.

My vision was starting to get blurry and there was a pounding in my ears as the pressure in my head increased. It felt like my head was going to explode, but I wasn’t scared.

This will all soon be over I told myself, and closed my eyes.

I could feel myself slipping away, the faint light behind my eyelids started to get darker and darker, and then I couldn’t even feel David on me anymore.

I opened my eyes to see if I could see an angel, or the light, or something, but all I saw was the barn roof.

I gasped for air when I realized David wasn’t choking me anymore, and my eye sight cleared up soon after.

I looked around, gasping for air, and saw David standing up, his back to me, pointing the gun at someone.

And that someone just happened to be Damon Blake.


How is he here right now? How did he know where to find me?

I strained to hear what they were saying but the pounding in my ears was still too loud.

Eventually, after a lot of beep breaths, I could faintly hear what they were saying.

“As you can see little cousin, I’m busy right now.”

My heart dropped. Little cousin? They’re related?

“What the fuck Dave?” Damon growled, taking a threatening step forward despite the gun pointed at him.

“Why do you look so angry? I’m doing nothing wrong.” David replied defensively.

“You don’t think this is wrong? You don’t think everything you’ve done to Sophia is wrong?” Damon yelled back, taking another threatening step towards David.

“This girl is a cheating little whore! She deserves all that I’ve done.” David yelled back, gripping the gun tighter.

I wanted to tell Damon to leave. To just let me die and save himself, but I didn’t have the strength to speak.

“I looked up to you. You were my father figure when my dad died, and you turn out to be some psychotic killer? You’re sick and deserve to rot in jail, and then in hell.” Damon spat, standing right in front of David now. All that separated them was David’s arm and the gun.

“There’s a reason I’m like this. Everyone hates me and thinks the worst of me. The girl I love cheats on me and now my own family is turning on me!” David cried, rather dramatically.

His grip on the gun tightened even more and then suddenly he aimed it at Damon’s leg and pulled the trigger.

There was the loud bang of the gun, the thump of Damon hitting the ground, and then silence.

I tried to drag myself to him but I was too weak, so I just laid there, helplessly watching.

David looked at the gun in his hand in shock, like he couldn’t believe he just did that. Then he looked over at me and smiled a heartbroken smile.

Tears started running down his cheeks as he raised the gun to the side of his head.

“To my dearest star,

I’ve always loved you

But I can see now

That we’ve long been through.

Our story will end

One with a tragic death

But we’ll be together my love

Until my very last breath.”

After he said those words I quickly looked away because I knew what came next.

There was one last loud bang and then everything went quiet. It seemed like time froze, everything was still and all I could hear was my heart pounding in my ears.

Then, all at once there was a million different sounds.

Police and ambulance sirens blaring outside.

Damon groaning in pain and dragging himself over to me.

The police busting through the barn door, screaming and aiming guns.

Damon whispering comforting words when he got to me.

And then everything went silent again as I fell into the black pit of unconsciousness.

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