CHAPTER ONE.


    "Thank you for walking me home." I smile up at my boyfriend, Justin. He looks down at me, bright eyes


    connecting with mine. His eyebrows knit together, arm wrapped around my waist securely -


    "There''s still a way to go. Are you sure you want me to leave you here?"


    I smile at how over-protective he is. It''s one of the things I adore about him. I nod my head, my dark


    curls bobbing around my shoulders.


    "Of course, it''s like a two minute walk up this road. It''ste, you should go."


    I lean up and wrap my arms around his neck, pushing the back of his head so that his lips meet mine.


    He kisses me slowly, his hands resting against the waistband of my shorts. I pull back and rest my


    forehead against his, looking into his blue eyes.


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    "Happy one year anniversary," I murmur, the smile permanently fixed on my face. Justin traces the skin


    that''s exposed around my stomach, his fingers causing me to shiver in the dark night.


    "Happy one year baby," he whispers, pulling away from me. He kisses two of his fingers before


    reaching over and cing them on my lips . . . just like he does every time we say goodbye.


    "Catch youter." He smiles before turning around and sauntering off down the street. I watch him go


    for a few minutes, admiring his beauty from afar. I turn back around, my thoughts spinning with the


    memories we created tonight. My lips are set into a permanent smile as I continue the rest of the short


    walk home. It''s past midnight, the tree''s lining the street swaying softly to and fro from the light summer


    breeze. I can still smell the heat in the air and I inhale deeply, loving the scent.


    I''m only a few doors away from home, I can see my little red car parked in front. The curtains are drawn


    and I know Mum and Dad would be sleeping. There''s was a little spring in my step as I hum to myself,


    bending down to tie my shoce. It had be undone and I didn''t fancy face nting the floor.


    The low rumble of a car engine can be hearding up the road behind me but I ignore it, thinking it


    would pass. It continues to grow louder as it approaches, music ring from inside. The car slows


    down, irritated voicesing from inside it. I turn my head briefly, ncing warily from the corner of my


    eye. It''s a dark blue sedan, the windowspletely cked out. I feel my heart begin to race as the


    sound of male voices can be hearding from the inside. The door suddenly swings open and I


    watch in horror as a figure is thrown out of it, onto the street.


    I quickly scurry to hide in the shadows, my heart thumping wildly against my chest. The figure groans


    loudly, hitting his head hard against the concrete as he falls. The car door immediately ms shut and


    speeds off down the road, leaving him rolling around the floor in pain. My eyes widen and I back further


    up into the wall, remaining hidden.


    The dark figure kneels onto his knees, coughing and spluttering. He doesn''t know I''m watching him. I


    turn to see the distance between here and my door, a few seconds if I run. I don''t want him to see me


    incase he''s dangerous so I figure I''d wait until he''s gone. The streetmp next to him illuminated his


    appearance and he stands to his knees, clutching his stomach tightly. My eyes widened further as I


    notice a deep cut on his forehead, bleeding down the side of his face.


    His face.


    Hisplexion is golden, tanned. Almost as if he''s been on a three month holiday. My eyes widen like


    two saucers as I notice the structure of his sharp jawline. His eyes arerge and the colour of hazelnut,


    complete with a set of thickshes. Even with the pain on his face, he''s not a bad sight to look at.


    He wavers a little on his feet, small sounds of diforting from him. He''s wearing a in grey


    shirt, the fabric clinging to his shoulders and back. The rest of his look is all ck, skinny jeans and


    trainers. A leather jacket is lying on the floor next to him. My eyes travel down his exposed inked arm,


    the skin covered in multiple dark tattoo''s. The only ones I can make out are the detailing of skulls. . . I''m


    too far away to see any others.


    My grip on my house keys tighten and I position one between my fingers as self defence. You can''t


    trust anyone these days.


    I realise as he stands up straight how tall this guy is. His broad shoulders and wide stance screams


    danger and I squeeze my eyes shut, praying that he doesn''t find me lurking in the shadows. He doesn''t


    make an attempt to move, groaning in pain as he lifts up his top to inspect the damage. My breathing


    hitches in my throat as my eyes scan over his body.


    Tanned, muscr, toned.


    His stomach ripples as he moves and I feel my mouth dry out, averting my gaze. It feels wrong.


    Another sound of difortes from him and I turn back to find him leaning against the wall,


    inhaling deeply. He doesn''t look too good. The blood on the side of his face is travelling down his neck


    and I chew on my lower lip, uncertain of what I should do.


    Should I call an ambnce?


    I slowly stand to my feet, the grip on my keys tightening. He doesn''t hear me and I think about making


    a run for it now. I can feel my heart beating in my ears, adrenaline running through my body. As soon


    as I take a step forward, he freezes and spins around. I can''t help but freeze on the spot, my eyes wide


    as if I''ve been caught in a lie. He simply stares at me, dark eyes narrowing.


    My heart stops beating for a moment and I blink several times, both of us staring at each other silently.


    "Who are you?" He asks, breaking the silence between us. His voice is a low rumble, smooth and


    velvety. I swallow the lump in my throat, ncing around for anyone who can save me. The street is


    deserted, no-one but him and I.


    "I have to go," I mutter, fear building up inside my stomach. I turn to walk away, walk those few steps


    until I can be safe.


    "Stop!"


    I immediately freeze, turning back around to find him taking slow steps towards me. My eyes widen


    further and I open my mouth to protest but no wordse out. I''m frozen in fear, rooted to the spot. His


    steps are slow, his face contorting in pain as he drags himself towards me. I take a step back and he


    narrows his eyes further, one perfect eyebrow raising at my action.


    "Don''t even think about running hermosa."


    I suck in a deep breath, the grip on my keys tightening.


    "I don''t speak Spanish." I mutter dumbly, my thoughts buzzing inside my head. Why didn''t I let Justin


    walk me straight home?


    He lets out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting in the dark night. His hand is still clutching onto his stomach


    and he stops approaching me once he''s a few feet away.


    "You don''t speak Spanish yet you know I was speaking Spanish."


    I drop my eyes to the floor, his burning gaze causing goosebumps to travel up my skin. The safety


    voice inside my head was screaming at me to run, my legs twitching to get away from the danger.


    "Look at me when I''m speaking to you."


    Despite his injuries, his voice is strong, confident. He reeks of self-love and arrogance.


    "Don''te any closer." I warn him, my voice trembling as I raise the key in my hand to show him I''m


    armed. He takes a look at the key wrapped tightly between my fingers before his eyes travel to meet


    mine. I start trembling, my hands shaking by my side. His lips begin to twitch before he lets out a low


    chuckle, wincing in pain as he does. I frown at him and take a step forward, showing him I''m not


    scared.


    I really am scared, I''m terrified.


    "You don''t think I''ll hurt you? Seriously, get away from me." I warn, firmer this time. He holds his free


    hand in the air, his features contorting in pain. I watch in awe as he lifts his shirt up, removing his hand


    that was clutching at his skin.


    "You''re going to stab me hermosa? Someone''s already beaten you to it." He murmurs, his eyes


    fluttering shut as he falls to the floor. That''s when I notice the blood seeping it''s way onto his shirt,


    staining deep inside the fabric. A small scream escapes from my mouth and I p my hand over it.


    "Oh my god, oh my god."


    I can''t just leave him here!


    I pull my phone out of my pocket, dialling emergency services. Within seconds, ady on the other line


    answers. "Nine, nine, nine. What''s your emergency?"


    "A man has been stabbed. Outside my house. Address is forty nine Highcourt Road, I don''t know what


    to do!" I panic, my eyes wide in fear.


    "Is the attacker still there?"


    "No." I reply, remembering how the car sped off quickly down the road. He was lying still on the floor,


    his eyes firmly shut.


    "Is the victim still breathing?" "I don''t know!"


    "You need to go check, what''s your name?" "My name is Ariana."


    "Okay Ariana. I need you to check for a pulse. Can you do that?" She asks me, her instructions firm


    and clear. I inhale a sharp intake of breath in, taking a few steps towards him.


    "He''s a stranger. I don''t know who he is." I whimper, watching him liepletely still on the floor.


    "Ariana, you can save his life. You need to check for a pulse and apply pressure to the wound. The


    ambnce service will be there in a few minutes. Stay calm."


    I nod profusely even though I know she can''t see me. My legs are trembling as I fall to his side, my


    fingers pressing against his throat. His skin is smooth, warm. I feel like he''s about to jump up at me any


    second and grab me beforeughing that it was all a joke.


    "He has a pulse," I say into the phone, putting it down onto the ground before pressing the speaker


    button. The advisors voice fills the silence around me.


    "Find the source of the bleeding and apply pressure."


    I look around desperately for anything to use and scramble for his jacket that''s lying a few feet away


    from him. My hand flimsily tug his shirt up to expose his bare stomach and I suck in another deep


    breath, feeling like I''mmitting. The stab wound underneath his chest is staring back at me, blood


    seeping out of it. I quickly turn his jacket inside out and use the soft material on the inside to press


    against his body. The bleeding is everywhere, all over his golden skin, staining it.


    "Now what do I do?" I yell into my phone, searching up and down the road for some help.


    "Try to wake him up, keep him talking. He needs to stay conscious, paramedics will be arriving shortly.


    You''re doing great Ariana."


    I look at his face, his eyebrows creased together in pain. He isn''t moving, he doesn''t even look like he''s


    breathing. I reach towards his face, leaning down so that my ear is next to his mouth. His scent


    immediately ravels around me and I swoon slightly, my mind turning nk for a few seconds. I continue


    to apply pressure on his stab wound with one hand and I touch his cheek with my other, trying to wake


    him up.


    "Sir?" I ask desperately, the warmth of his cheek running through my trembling hands. He doesn''t


    respond. "Mr Spanish Guy?" I try again, lightly pping his cheek.


    "Mr really hot Spanish Guy?"


    I''m getting desperate, scared that he''s going to die right now, in front of me. He groans loudly and I


    jump backwards, my eyes widening in panic. His eyes flicker open briefly, swirls of chocte staring


    back at me.


    "You''re not too bad yourself hermosa." He smirks, his eyes rolling around his head as he drifts in and


    out of consciousness. My mouth flies open in shock but I continue to apply pressure, the blood


    destroying everything around us.


    "I''m going to die, aren''t I?" He mutters, his words barely audible. I shake my head, determination


    settling inside me.


    "No, you''re not." I say firmly, the faint sound of sirens in the distance. I look up at the sky, tears of


    frustration running down my cheeks.


    My hands are covered in blood. My arms are covered in blood. My clothes are soaked in blood.


    I can still taste the blood in the air minutester when the ambnce arrive, rushing both of us into the


    back of the van and mming the doors. We zoom through the streets, sirens ring loudly as they


    fight to save his life.


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