**TRACY SCOTT'S POV**The anger overpowered my sense of reasoning. It made me ignore the voice at the back of my head, Antony's voice. Although extremely potent, I shrugged it off nonetheless. Furthermore, I lost all form of reasoning. The screams from Tim zoned out, I just kept moving.I walked farther and farther until they all dissolved into nothing.After walking for a while, I paused and choked on a sob. My emotions had risen up, the main reason why I wanted to go far away. I vowed not to shed an ounce of tears but it was getting much harder to keep that promise, even to myself. Shawn didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve my tears.A huge part of me felt shattered, dead and tired but on the other hand I was also glad I told him, assuring myself a sense of relief. I might've made a lot of mistakes in life but I will be no one's fuck buddy no matter what. I wouldn't be reduced to the level of a mediocre call-girl. Never.The tears were brimming at my eyes and my feets were gettin

**TRACY SCOTT'S POV**In a state of confusion, shock and definitely fright, I did the most childish and stupid thing ever. I ignored the voices of everyone, most of them were yelling and screaming, still in shock as I was. I didn't mind them, I took to my heels and ran upstairs straight into my room and hid under the covers. It was stupid, really weird, and definitely childish, but I sincerely had no other choice. I was shaken to my bones. I took the threat so lightly, as any other one over the years. My bodyguards have been killed before but not like this, not in this way. Beheading someone felt like a triple death. Who knows how they did it? Was he alive? Did they cut it off as he screamed? Did he die slowly and painless or did he yell for his mother as they ended his life?Shivers ran through my spine. I saw him less than two hours ago. Moments ago, I saw his head inside a carefully wrapped box. It resembled the work of a psychopath, that was certain. An unpredictable one. He or sh

**TRACY SCOTT'S POV**"Antony," I coughed, my throat got dried. I must have been crying for quite a while now. He breathed without saying a word. Shortly afterwards, his hands rose up to meet my back. He drew different symbols, tracing lines from the base of my back to the apex and back. I shuddered and let out a sharp breath. I choked on a final sob and relaxed my body into his properly."Stop crying." Those words were meant to sound commanding but with his tone, he was clearly pleading with me. I nodded my head still on his shoulders. He tried to shift my head from his chest maybe in a bit to catch a glimpse of my tear stained face. I recoiled in agony and forced myself back into his chest."Not yet." I begged hoping to receive a little more comfort. I didn't lift my head to check his response but he didn't try to do anything so I assumed he must have heard my pleas."Let's go inside." He suggested, I obliged and wrapped both arms around his torso, locking our position. I just needed

**TRACY SCOTT'S POV**He left. I was the only soul in the room, just me. Antony walked through the door and broke his promise to me. It didn't matter how I felt, he just walked away. I can't comprehend why he would do something like that to me, I can't understand. I don't want to. How!"Fuck!" I screamed, picked a pillow and threw it far away from me. I had no specific target, it was just a way to let out my built-up aggression. Strangely, I don't know why I was angry, or who I was mad at. I just wanted to smash, hit, or break something. Anything."You left me," My messed up hair fell back to my face, I ignored the uneasy feeling it caused and buried my palm in my face, my entire body shook with tears. I laid still and let them all out. Once more, I was all alone."Baby,” My father's voice boomed from the hallway. Moments later, he nearly took the door down, bursting into my room. His eyes searched frantically until they landed on my body. It seemed to calm his nerves or the panic att

**TRACY SCOTT'S POV**I'm coming to get you!" A computerized voice yelled followed by a low cackle, I looked around and covered my ears moaning in both pain and fright."Leave me alone!" I screamed, jolting out of the dream, a really short dream with a clear statement. It was coming for me very soon. I wasn't safe here. I twisted my neck, holding it and moaning in pain. Likewise, I don't sleep on sofas, this was not my regular evening, and I wasn't in my comfort zone."Miss Scott !" The driver as well as the other guy exclaimed, rushing into the living room."We heard you scream, are you okay? Is something wrong?" They threw several questions in my face, I threw them all aside answering none, I only got up from the couch, twisting my neck all the way, so I could feel better."You two must be incompetent. Yes, I screamed but if I was really in danger, my attacker would have either kidnapped or killed me because you arrived too late. Useless." I spat running my hands over my body and sh