The Secret The Cheerleader Doesn't... - Chapter 54: Chapter 54

Ani POV
I'm not someone who tends to be very emotional... at least not after high school.
I always put work and responsibilities first, I didn't have time to dwell in my emotions... to cry or have pity. I needed to fix things and keep things running, that's it.
But that doesn't mean I myself don't have issues.
College Ani (20 years old)
"Fuck!" I screamed, throwing myself up and looking around for her. My heart was racing as sweat poured down my face. I was in my tiny dorm... alone... but I felt as if she was here.
Holding my head in my hands, I softly cried.
The nightmares of what she did to me always came... they never stopped... even though it's been two years and she's still in a coma.
Pushing myself out of bed, I grabbed my nearest textbook and started studying. It was two in the morning but I didn't want to close my eyes again... I didn't want to see her like that... I didn't want to believe she was that.
Ani at 22
"Thank you professor Collins," I said and rushed out of the building. Studying in England was probably the greatest choice I ever made. Walking back to my flat, I hummed one of Cassie's cheers she would do at the football games. It was raining a bit and as I walked up to my door, I felt my whole being freeze.
"I came here to talk to MY girlfriend because I felt so awful for not being able to meet for dinner..."
"No... no, stop it," I leaned against my door, squeezing my eyes shut... tears forming.
"Oh it hurts?  This hurts!"
"Please stop," I mumbled, falling down to my knees as the memories replayed themselves.
"If I ever see you with her again, I swear to god Ani... I will do something you don't want to happen.  Understand."
"I don't care how angry you are, you aren't allowed to cheat on me Ani.  You are mine.  You promised to be mine forever that day.  You are mine and mine alone!"
I spent that night studying... trying my hardest to not think... but my body was shaking from fear.  I couldn't help but glance over my shoulder every five minutes and whenever I thought I was fine, her face would reappear.
"Think of the good times... think of the good times..."
Ani at 24
"How did you get her to say yes?" I asked, chuckling at how excited Jeremiah was.
"With my charm!" He poked me, making me laugh, "She's beautiful Antonia... I mean fucking gorgeous! I can't stop staring at her when she walks in the room. Her passion for family and love for helping others.... I can't believe I got blessed with such an Angel!"
"You're religious now?" I handed him papers, "How much she's changed you."
"Definitely not," he said, "I'm far too unholy to call myself religious." We both couldn't help but laugh at that one. "When are you thinking of heading back west?" He asked, "You know I'm moving there for the job opening."
A flashback of my nightmares came, making me stiff, "I have nothing there for me."
"What about your family?" He asked.
Touching my locker, I muttered, "She's not... she's not there... yet." I remember him staring down at me, curious about my story, but I didn't say a thing. Instead, I just smiled and tried to work.
Going back to California right now... I couldn't handle it... it would just rip me apart.
Ani at 25
Working at a research facility was extremely interesting. I watched as professors harshly critiqued their students and some students would take a moment to cry in the hallways. For me, I focused on the personality disorder program - which wasn't an easy task.
My professor, Dr. George Hunters, was a flirt that got handsy way too often. Every morning he tried to hug me and I had to remind him of my discomfort. He's had scandals of doing other female professors in his office and there have been rumors he's had sex with students, but there was no proof.
I was reading over someone's thesis when he swooped in, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his face near my ear, "Hello my sweet assistant."
"Professor," I said with warning, "hands off."
"So stingy," he huffed but wouldn't move.
I straighter my back and gritted out, "If you're looking for someone to fuck, Mariah from the program down the hall can help."
"Feisty too."
"Or I could just shove my foot up your-" "No need to be violent!" He pulled away, fixing his hair. Don't get me wrong, he's an attractive man. In his early thirties and built like a mother fucker... but I'm only attracted to one person. "You know, you have a smoking body," he flicked my arm, "why waste it?"
"Because I can do what I want with it," I said, "how about you go do something productive."
"But seriously," he said, coming closer, "I've never seen you talk to the other boys unless it's about research or something."
Looking up at him, I sighed, "I'm not attracted to men." He stated at me with shock for a bit, so I asked, "Does that answer your question?"
"Why?" He asked, "Have you fucked a man?"
"Nope," I said, "and I never want to."
"Why don't you try it?" He asked.
Annoyed, I huffed, "Have you ever fucked a man?"
"What? No!" He laughed.
"Why don't you try it?" I asked, watching him chuckle.
"Touché," he took a seat at his chair and right as I was getting back to work, he asked, "Who is Cassie?"
My blood boiled instantly and I said, "Say her name again and I'll castrate you with a butter knife." His eyes popped out of his head when I said that, but I just went back to working.
For a moment I was shaking with anger but soon I was shaking out of fear.... It felt as if she was in the room staring at me...
Silently whispering to me, "You are mine."
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