HIS HOSTAGE

"What do you want from me?, Why are you wandering? Why are you next to me? What do you know?..."

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ASHER

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I trudged across campus, my legs heavy with the weight of my past. My name is Asher, and my life has been a never-ending struggle, so don't ever expect anything lovely from my story...

Why?..

Simple, it's because there is nothing called a happily ever after, no prince charming saving anyone, no heroes, no fucking thing at all, and I realized it the hard way when I was younger...

My mother worked multiple jobs to make ends meet after my damn father's abuses and torture, before he finally became missing up till now, but the scars still lingered, both physical and emotional.

The memories haunt me: Nightmares of his drunken rage, the feeling of helplessness as he hurt me, as his drunk fucking self wipes me with his iron belt, and make my skin cry blood.

My younger brother: Alex, is my only solace. We cling to each other, trying to heal from that mascara of a childhood we had and endured, we cling to each other trying to survive.

University life isn't easy either at all. To be frank, my mother barely got any money to sponsor my studies, so I work a million and one jobs all at once, and got no time to even look at the books that am suppose to actually study.

So in summary, I'm a struggling student, but I refuse to give up. Yes, I do know that it is pointless to have any shitty hope in a life that has already been so fucking unfair to you since childhood, and anyone in my shoes would be adviced to literally give up for their mental health, and blah blah blah, but I wasn't anyone...

Hell no, so even though life is nothing but a bitch, I distract myself with other things like my job, pardon...my jobs, and playing my guitar, but mostly my guitar, cause it's llike my antidote, and a way to clear my head, mind, and soul, but I don't play my guitar anywhere...No!...

I have this special spot, it's on the beach, and away from the eyes of every single animals called humans. To be more precise, it's like this dark scary sandy beach side, but I like it that way, and it's my little haven...Well it was, until he ruined this haven for me, and destroyed my already messed up life even more..

At first, I thought I was insane like my fucking dad, when I felt presence, creepy strange fucking presence, but I wasn't, cause there was really someone watching me, even though I don't know the reason why, and that someone was him of all people in the entire freaking universe.

God, I would have fucking appreciated it if it was someone else, but no, it was him that shitty bitchy fate chose to send to ruin my life.

Him- The mysterious, intimidating senior, Kaiden. He got this really scary tatooes on his neck down to his left arm, and has this sharp eyes that was enough to peek into your soul and eat you up alive, so no one dares approach him.

Yes, he was really like this venom, plague...He really did had no friends, and was a lonely wolf, well I was too, but...he had this murderer vibe aura (if that was even a word), but it was true, and it was the biggest mistake of my life not to have informed the police when this "I am stalking you" mad game started...

Oh fuck, what am I saying?...

The police? Pff!, They are all bunch of trashy goddamn people as well that are all useless.

Like I said, no one was a hero here, so thinking about it now, my fucking fate of colliding with him was already destined without my permission...

To be honest, my fate was never in my own hands to begin with, my fate that played me like a ball...How wonderfully shitty indeed, being a pawn in your own life, but I guess I also killed myself as well, cause when I noticed him, his presence that was close to me, and sensed danger, I still didn't look away

God, I knew it was fire, hell fire, but still, I walked right into it.

I could still vividly remember how I tried to shake off the feeling of being watched, focusing on playing my guitar and trying to live a normal life, but that was another fucking mistake I made, cause Kaiden's gaze kept on lingering...it kept on haunting me, to the extend he ended up bumping to me this time at the university cafeteria, and our eyes locked for the first time, and I felt a shivers run down my spine.

He seemed to sense my fear, his expression softening.

"Asher" He said, and his deep low voice sent yet again another wave of shivers through me, and I knew I might literally pass out if he kept standing in front of me, but...but the main question here was how on damn earth did he know my name?

That was a question, a mocking question I had no clue of, and it made me really tensed, so I tried to just walk away from him, and act like I didn't hear him, but he called me again, he said my name in that twisted tone again, and as if I was spellbounded, it made my legs stop, but I guess maybe I did that in other not to cause attention, and make him realize I could already sense danger.

I swear when I say I really did tried to act normal, cause maybe...maybe I was the real psychopath here and he wasn't actually following me for a couple of weeks now, and also, there was the fact that he was still my senior regardless of everything, so I still had to respect him.

All this thoughts flipped and made my head go mad, to the extend that I didn't even realize the time I parted my lips, but I did, and said his name as well.

"Kaiden"

I mumbled out, trying to sound calm, when deep down I was literally a hurricane that was going to explode, but I said his name either way, and we stood there, with the tension between us palpable

"What do you want?"

But when my thoughts became more worst, and started to kill me, I blurted out and looked at him right in the eyes.

I really did had the courage to do that, cause I was tired of being the good calm junior that was dying a silent death, not anymore, but even though I said those words a little curtly, still he wasn't mad, and it only made me more tensed, when his lips curved, and I saw a enigmatic smile appear on it, but his words?...his words were so much worst

"Just getting to know you."

Know me?, Him?, the guy that associates himself with no one, wants to know me? Fuck no!

My instincts screamed warning, so I fled, I literally fled his sight without saying anything else, or even having my damn lunch at all, cause I had lost my appetite.

It was all gone, and honestly, I really thought everything had all fucking ended, but it didn't.

Days passed, and I saw him everywhere – in class, at the library, even at that beach Haven of mine. His piercing gaze followed me, and he was literally every single place I was at.

Was it even sensible to keep terming all this as a coincidence?

Weeks went by, and I grew increasingly uneasy. Was he stalking me? He was, wasn't he?, But why on damn earth was he?...

Those thoughts...those questions lingered on my head, played with my mind, and ate me up alive, until that one very evening that fate finally toss me into the abyss...

That one nightmare evening that I was walking home from the library, and Kaiden stepped out of the shadows, out of literally nowhere.

"Asher"

He said my name, his deep voice sending shivers through me, but I didn't listen, I quickened my pace, but he kept pace beside me. He didn't stop, he didn't want to give up either, and it was at that moment I knew I was in a pool of trouble, I was done for, and today was finally the day I had tried to prevent

"You're always in a hurry"

I heard his voice again, but it sounded like some kind of pyschopathic song. No, it was, and he was the pyschopath that sang it to be, the psychopath that had being observing everything about me

"What on earth do you really want?"

It was a foolish question to ask instead of trying to get out of that fucking alley, but I still asked either way, in case I was wrong, in...Incase he was just following me to give me a book I forgot or something, but...but....

"Getting to know you"

He said that same useless line again, and it made me really angry, so I stopped and look at him with my boiling face, and immediately he saw the reaction I had, he decided to change the topic...How lovely indeed

"You wear the same jacket every day"

He pointed at my jacket, before looking back at my face with a look I didn't quite understand, and I swear, I could have just ignored him, and kept on moving, cause having a conversation with a likely pyschopathic maniac was not my thing, but I was afraid, and I wouldn't lie about that, cause it was the truth...

I was really afraid that if I didn't reply back to him calmly, or ignore him and his stupid words, he might become angry. Don't get me wrong, it's wasn't that I was afraid of his anger, but I was afraid cause I don't know what he might do to me if he gets mad, so I decided it was best to play the calm card.

"It's comfortable."

I glanced at my worn old stupid jacket, and replied back to him, hoping that this would be the end of the not so rosy conversation, but he chose to press further, and shock me with his words.

"You deserve better"

His words...

In the end, and no matter how psychopathic he looked, his words made me shock...and...and...somehow in the most twisted way possible managed to sent a flutter through my chest, because it was the first time that anyone was ever so focused on me, and my feelings...

God, it was the first time anyone at all was ever being this nice to me, but I was a fool to think that way.

Fuck, I was the naive fool that lost himself for a moment, but this feeling all died as well as my heart as fast as it came, immediately we turned to a corner, and I felt a palm...

"Well, time's up!"

His palm, he used his goddamn palm to cover my mouth to prevent me from shouting, and said those fucking words out, those fucking words that I should have knew was coming, but now that it was happening, it was a so much worst...

It was a nightmare, and the feeling of being suffocated, and unable to breath consumed me, but still, he didn't let me go...

"You're coming with me."

Those words left his lips as he did the exact opposite of what I prayed he should do, and tightened his grip on me instead so tight, that I knew to struggle would be pointless, so in the end I: The pathetic male lead danced again with a bigger packet of shits...How lovely!