BROKEN (Sequel to Behind The Lights)

Jessica's POV

Ah, finally, I'm going home. It had only been 5 days but sure felt like a month. God, I hate hospitals.

"Jess, I'm going to go get you checked out. You wait for me downstairs at the lobby okay." My sister Jade says. When I told her I could leave today, she didn't go into the office and came to take me home instead.

"Okay," I say. Leaving the room. I walk up to the elevator and hit the button.

"I remember you." I hear a voice say from next to me and I turn to find that attractive chocolate dude that accidentally burst into my room yesterday.

"Oh, Hey, you're the guy that burst into my room the other day huh?" I say and he smiles shyly, looking down.

"Arrgh I'm so sorry. That was inappropriate. I was pretty lost. Anyway, are you leaving?" He asks with curiosity in his eyes.

"Yea, I'm free to go. Finally." I say.

"Well you do look fine so what were you in here for?" He asks and I freeze. I didn't prepare for this question. *ding* the elevator makes a sound, indicating its arrived at our floor. Oh, thank god!

"Wait. You're American, I'm American. I want to see you again. Can I at least get your number? Or your name." He asks as I get into the elevator. I'm not at a place where I want to be dating anyone right now so I wasn't going to lead him on. But he was so cute though.

"If its meant to be, we'll meet again," I say before the lift closes in his face and I could tell he was slightly disappointed. Well, this isn't the first time.

1 month later

The amount of condolence messages that are still coming in, is ridiculous and the timing of my management canceling the tour with the excuse of me mourning the loss of "the love of my life." Just seemed perfect.

Part of me still mourns him for some reason. Not him exactly but more of what we had and what we use to be. We were in love and there is no doubt in that but when I think of him now, all I can think of is pain and darkness.

However, when I close my eyes and dig deep, there is a faint memory and feeling of lost, lost of what could have been, lost of the man I thought was my Prince Charming. The man who promised me the world and gave me security.

I still find it hard to process that that's the same man that made me fear for my life. He was supposed to protect me and instead, he was who I needed protection from.

My thoughts take me back to that night when he appeared in my hotel room before he had raped me, he mentioned something that still sent chills down my spine even right now as I recall it. I remember saying something like, "If you kill me, you'd go to jail." At the back of my mind, I believed he wouldn't kill me. Even when he had strangled me before, I genuinely started to believe that it was an accident and he didn't mean to let his anger get a hold of him.

But when he gave me that piece of information, was enough for me to want to run for the hills. He said he'd killed his ex-girlfriend whom he loved. He said she was the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on and he genuinely loved her, and he had the stomach to bash her head into some steps? This wasn't, "I put poison in her drink." He actually bashed her head and watched it break. Oh my god!

I was dating a freaking sociopath and I was blind to it. My whole relationship was a lie. He told me he never had a girlfriend and was never in love. Lie. What if he killed his dad but for different reasons? I don't even know what to believe anymore.

I sigh at the thought of all this being over and I can finally breathe. I have been going for therapy with someone Zac's sister had recommended. Dr. Grace Davis and she's been awesome. Talking to someone who knows nothing about me, someone on the outside, felt like a breath of fresh air. I'm finally able to accept everything that has happened, I no longer have nightmares and I don't feel anger towards the people around me anymore.