*** Small Trigger Warning : Violence/Assualt/ PTSD***

He drove fast.

Oh, it was damn fast.

I let out a small squeal as we sped through the city. Brady was bent over the bike, forcing me to do the same. My hands were clenched tight around his waist. I couldn't care less about how I held him like a lover would. All I cared about right this moment was not falling off his stupid bike. 

I felt Brady's shoulders shaking slightly with laughter.

" Remind me again, why did I agree to this?" I screamed over the screeching wind. My cheek was pressed to his hard back, eyes naturally shutting because of the strong wind.

" Because I'm a great person." Brady yelled back

" Both of you twins have nothing in common except your over- egos. Thinking too highly of yourself." I yelled back with a scorn.

" It's what makes us special," he said. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

Why did I have to get involved in all this?

The bike lurched forward as the green light appeared. I pounded a fist on his back, letting him know I was absolutely not enjoying this. Or was I?

" Admit it. You love it." he declared with a loud voice.

" Didn't I just hit you? Right. According to you, that's a great sign of me loving it." I remarked sarcastically

" You know I'm right. You love the sense of freedom." he laughed. His hair fluttered against my face. I attempted to drive it away with my hands. But those damned ruffled strands kept coming back.

We turned on the right corner. The wind blew on my hair.

He was right. There was a sense of freedom in it.

There was an absolute thrill to it. And I loved it.

The speed, the flashing, the hard wind.

Brady himself was a thrill.

The kind that sent shivers down my spine. The kind that made me feel on top of the world. 

I always tried to deny it. I tried to push it away. Maybe someday, I'll learn to deal with it.

But for now, I would just try to enjoy the moment. I didn't want to take anything away from it.

I had never felt this with Austin,

The rush of adrenaline, the small butterflies, the heartthrob.

 It was always this deep blue eyed boy who did that. It was like I was doomed to it.

Still in my doom, a smile spread across my face. I stuck out a hand to the air and kept one around Brady. My face tilted into the air. 

I felt happy.

For a moment, when I saw the small rear mirror--maybe I could've mistaken it-- but I may have--just may have-- seen Brady truly smile.

For once.

After saying a swift thank you to Brady when we reached the campus, I headed to my dorm. Brady went to park his bike away.

I pushed open the wooden door of the building and texted dad how my day had gone. I didn't include the Brady thing. He already knew about Austin, he said it was good I found someone. My dad was a cool chill guy. He only wanted the best for me. 

However, I knew he would just slightly be disturbed that my unhealthy obsession I had in middle school was here too.

I wasn't like I had anything to do with him either. So it wasn't a lie, and if it was, a white lie.

I stepped up the stairs, eyes on the phone, not noticing the black clothed guy until we bumped into one another.

My arm pushed outward. The phone flew from my hand. It was like everything had become slow motion.

I fumbled to catch the phone in time. I knelt just in time to grasp it with my thumb and pinkie. It was like a superhero save. 

I gasped in relief, but then, suddenly my arm was caught by the guy who bumped into me. His sloppy fingers clutched my arm hard enough for me to drop the phone in utter shock.

" What the hell." I screamed. My eyes darted fast towards him. My eyes widened at his masked appearance.

He definitely wasn't from the university. No one would wear a mask like that. Almost completely covering his face leaving his eyes. His dark, black cold eyes.

Oh gods.

I started pulling my hand back frantically and wobbled on my knees, getting to my feet. His hand though, kept its mark on me.

" Let me go." I cried. Dread started to creep up my body. I felt my panic attack coming. His black eyes stared at me.

Abruptly, both of his hands clasped my shoulders. Tight enough to bruise. I started to choke, holding back my screams. The fear heightened to a level I have never felt before.

Never after the incident on my thirteenth birthday.

Just before I was prepared to scream my highest, one of his hands covered my mouth. I was pushed onto the wall behind me.

Oh gods.

Oh my gods.

My flashbacks started returning. The same exact thing.

The same hands.

I screamed into his hands, knowing it would do no good. I bit his hand to no avail. 

He kept me in place, and his mouth started to near my ear. My body convulsed against the hand restraints he pushed against me.

" Sylvia Jane. We meet again." his hoarse creepy voice filled my ears. I choked on my tears. They ran past their dam.

Jane. Jane was my mothers last name.

How did he know that?

I helplessly struggled against his hands.

It was the same guy.

Tears streaked down my face as I sobbed in anger and agony. Sharp pains streaked down my heart. It was like I was being clawed apart.

I managed a ' bastard ' through my condition. I still tried hard to rip away from him.

I wanted to get away.

Far Far away.

" Yes, me. Remember now don't you? Remember your promises? I still have my eyes everywhere." the guy spoke through his mask.

" You fucking killed mom" I growled, the anger taking over the despair and agony. The statement seemed to slightly discomfort him. His hold loosened for a moment. My knee lifted impulsively and kicked him in the crotch.

He groaned, mumbling obscenities at me. I started to scutter away, frantically, but his arm captured mine again.

" You rascal." he bellowed.

That same voice. Gods.

After so much time.

I doubled over due to the horror coursing through me. Through the tears uncontrollably falling. 

How could no one be hearing this?

Just then, my head clashed against the wall with so much force, I couldn't breathe for a while there.

My head started to darken. Thoughts came in and out. 

The insane terror I felt started to fade. 

Everything started to fade. 

The man blurred out of my vision.

I was sure I heard a faint voice calling out my name.

Brady. I wanted to call out. Brady.

Just as fresh warm arms caught me in their embrace, I dropped into the pit of nothingness.