Betrayal

By A. E Gonzalez

At first I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted with me. He seduced me with a side of him that wasn’t real. Everything he had me believing was a lie. I wish I could have been warned. I wish I could have been saved. Falling in love with Britain Everett was like a drug, it would kill you in the end. Where was my guardian angel when I needed him the most?

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. E Gonzalez
• Release date: Oct 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301152605

A. E Gonzalez

A. E Gonzalez is an eighteen year old author of BETRAYAL. He is currently finishing a brand new romance novel that promises to be a very different experience. For more updates and news follow his social media sites.

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PART ONE

THE BETRAYAL

CHAPTER ONE

The Encounter

I stumbled through the doors; my heart was racing because I had been running all the way from home to my new school. My aunt told me that it had only been two blocks away, and it turned out she was wrong. While I ran I didn’t have much space in my head to think of how intimidating my classmates would be. These kids were crazy smart; they had some of the highest scores on their SAT’s in the state. Sadly, I wasn’t as sharp.

I mellowed from running and decided to walk instead, I slipped out my schedule and checked for my first class. Oddly, yet luckily, I had stopped next to it. The hall was empty and I had no idea how to approach the classroom. I was late just by a few minutes. No biggie. I knocked on the door once, and then I placed my sweaty palm on the doorknob and turned it slowly. When I had fully opened the door, the entire room had already been staring in my direction.

I’m sorry I’m late for class. I said, as my cheeks flushed. It was the only thing I could think of saying at the time. I didn’t think saying, Hey, I’m here! would have helped me.

It’s fine. Why don’t you come inside and introduce yourself? my teacher asked. I turned from him to my classmates. Everyone just stared at me as if I had two heads or some shit, I’ve never been the type of girl who got stared at, so it did make me nervous. I stepped inside with an odd feeling.

Why don’t you start off with your name? my teacher asked, sitting over his desk. He stared at me behind those enormous thick-lensed glasses; I gave him a tight smile and a small nod and turned to face everyone. Okay, all I needed to do was say my name. That’s all. It sounded easy enough.

Hey guys. I’m Hanna Miller. I said.

I turned to my teacher who gave me a small smile and told me to sit beside a girl named Ellie in the back of the room.

I walked past a couple of desks until I found a girl with tan skin, jet-black hair and enormous green eyes.

I gave Ellie a smile and sunk myself in the seat beside her. She turned to me with a grimacing, her eyes examining me from head to toe. I turned to face the front of the room, ignoring her. I didn’t need for her to approve of me, if she didn’t like me without even getting to know me then that was her problem, not mine.

***

Classes started to get boring, but I thanked God that I had only one more period to survive before I was able to leave.

I was hungry, I had skipped the cafeteria to avoid sitting at a table by myself. Instead of that, I chose to sit at the library and read Tess of the D’Urbervilles a novel that depressed the living hell out of me, yet

I enjoyed every word I read. I grabbed my bag from the floor and I decided to go outside for a minute or two. I needed fresh air. I needed to relax.

I pushed past the doors and walked down the stone steps. I sat on the last one and took one good deep breath. I closed my eyes for a moment, but when I reopened them I saw a man standing in front of me, he wore denim boot-cut jeans, a black V-neck and some black biker boots. My eyes traveled up to his face, oh dear lord…

C-Can I help you with something? I asked, immersed into those beautiful violet eyes. The man shook his head, his mouth still set in a firm line.

Well…?

You need to come with me, Hanna. He said, taking my arm and pulling me to my feet. He started pulling me away with him, I fought to slip my arm out of his grip but it was no use, he held me too strongly.

Let me go! I yelled.

No. He responded. He threw me inside the passenger’s side of a truck. I screamed for help, but no one heard me.

***

He had my hands tied behind my back for an hour now. I had tried to escape violently and desperately a couple of times, which is what led him to tie my hands behind my back to keep me from escaping as soon as I got the chance. Which I could have done… Maybe.

I don’t get it what type of a kidnapper are you? You aren’t killing me, raping me, beating me, calling my family for money? I asked. What do you want with me then?

We’re waiting for someone. He said in a cold tone. He didn’t plan on giving anything away.

Which sent chills down my arms and spine. Okay? Whom are we waiting for? I asked in a small faint voice that I almost didn’t recognize my own voice. The strange man turned to me, his skin was pale, and the look he gave me was just confusing.

His eyes immediately left mine, and were now focused on the ring on his finger. Are you married? I asked him.

He didn’t respond to me for a few minutes. What was he thinking about? I asked myself, wondering what was going through his mind at the moment. He was looking down at the ring sadly.

He shook his head with a tight smile, I was. I am. I don’t know which one would describe our current status.

I haven’t seen her in what feels like forever.

I’m sorry to hear that. I replied. I’m sorry but I don’t know your name yet.

Britain Everett.

Britain Everett. What an unusual name, I hadn’t heard one like that. He must have not been from here. It’s a pretty unusual name. But I like it.

He gazed at me from the corner of his eye, he tried disguising it by keeping his face forward, but I happened to feel when he stared at me.

After a few more minutes, Britain spoke to me again, It seems the person is not coming. Are you hungry? You haven’t eaten anything. He asked. What type of a kidnapper are you? Aren’t you supposed to keep me in a dark room or beat me to death? Cause I know for a fact that kidnappers don’t ask their victims if they’re hungry. I responded. He chuckled and shook his head.

No. I’m not really hungry, I was but after the scare you gave me I lost my appetite. I

Said to answer his question. Instead I wanted for him to take me back home. I really didn’t really understand why he needed me here or what his intentions were. Would you like to take a ride with me instead then? he asked.

I eyed him suspiciously. Maybe this was when I should have been scared, what if this whole time he had planned to take me somewhere where I would be hidden easily. No one would have thought to look for my body in the nearest town. I needed to think of something and fast.

A ride?

Yeah. Come on just us two. He murmured.

I obviously should have known better than to go off for a ride with a stranger, but I couldn’t deny. There was something deep inside of me, telling me to trust him and to go off with him. Telling me that I knew him, I just didn’t remember from where I’d met him.

***

Where are we going? I asked. My hands were grasping the sides of my seat, I was holding on tightly because Britain knew nothing about speed limit. The man was driving like a freaking maniac!

It’s a surprise. He answered. I turned and saw his profile in the darkness. He had a determined expression, his mouth was set in a firm-line and his eyes never left the road. It took us a few more minutes to get there. I gazed outside behind the tinted window, something about this place seemed so familiar. Why was this place so familiar to me? I felt like something happened here, something that involved me in it.

Britain stopped the car and cut off the engine.

I tried making sense of this. I tried making sense of why I felt like here is where a

Memory was created. Britain stepped out of the car and walked to my side, he opened my door and extended his hand towards me. I took it graciously and stepped out of the car. He led me further into this place. Some mental images of me in this place before filled my head completely.

We stopped in the middle of nowhere; the only thing that surrounded us was the fresh breeze, the sky and soft grass filled with life. Britain lied down on the grass; he closed his eyes and took a deep, soothing breath. Why don’t you join me? he mumbled.

I sunk nervously to the ground and laid my head carefully on the grass. I was right the grass was as soft as it looked.

I closed my eyes and mimicked exactly what he did.

His hand reached for mine, I was paralyzed, unable to think of what to do next. He seemed so calm in this moment that I didn’t want to ruin in by breaking the silence.

He turned to look at me, I felt his gaze on me, and I stared at him from the corner of my eye. A small smile crept on my lips.

With his other hand he touched the side of my face and turned me slowly, we were now face-to-face, eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose. Looking into his violet eyes relaxed me from how tensed I felt a few seconds before.

Why are you so nervous? he asked me.

You’re a pretty intimidating person. I’m here with a complete stranger somewhere far from home, how could I not be nervous?

He lied back down, breaking our gaze yet his hand remained on mine, gripping tightly. Did I say something wrong?

Britain closed his eyes again and he began moving his lips, without speaking.

I realized then what he was doing. He was wishing, wishing on a star. I smiled thinking if whether I should have wished on a star too.

We remained silent for the most part; Britain broke our silence when he told me it was time for us to go. I didn’t want to leave, but I felt like he was right. My aunt would have gone crazy if she didn’t know where I was by this hour. We stood from the ground and walked back towards his car.

***

I opened my eyes, my vision was blurred, it was still dark which meant that it was still nighttime. My throat was feeling sore and I needed a drink, a glass of water would’ve done perfectly. I stepped out of bed and glanced quickly at my alarm clock. Not even near dawn. I murmured to myself.

I tiptoed towards the door and gently turned the doorknob. I looked out my door and the hall seemed clear from my aunt. If she’d known I was awake at such hour, she would’ve wanted me to talk about my nightmare and for some reason I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. I headed downstairs to the kitchen and from a cabinet I pulled out a glass. After I filled half the cup with water I drank it all in one gulp. I poured myself a little more and walked back to my bedroom. Just when I was going to place the glass of water on the coaster I found a piece of paper tucked underneath. I pulled it out and read.

Dear Hanna,

You will remember. I am sure of it.

-Britain

What the heck? I was so confused by this piece of paper. He was sure that I’d remember what exactly?

I took a sip of my water and sat in bed, reading the paper, over and over again countless times. The last time I read the note my alarm clock marked that it was almost time for me to wake up for school.

I have to ask him why he wrote this to me. I said to myself. I abruptly put the piece of paper in one of my drawers on my nightstand.

I didn’t have the intention of letting my aunt read that, she would be as clueless as I was. I shut off my lamp and turned over to my left side and fell asleep, digging my hands under the comfort of my purple covered pillow. When I closed my eyes I dreamt of violet eyes, and dark hair.

***

I woke up two hours later, tired from my lack of sleep. It was all damn Britain’s fault. Why did he have to leave me that piece of paper? He left me confused and with over a million questions filling up my mind. I was going to go crazy.

I slipped in my soft pink robe and walked down to the kitchen where my aunt was calling for me to wake up and that my coffee was ready.

Good morning. I said to my aunt when I got to the coffee maker.

I poured some in my cup and set it on the counter in front of my aunt. I took a teaspoon of sugar and stirred it quickly.

I needed a heavy doze of caffeine. My aunt was already fully dressed, ready to go work as a secretary towards one of the best-looking men in town, one of them because Britain had sure topped my list.

Beautiful bastard.

How’d you sleep? my aunt asked, taking a bite

Of her bagel, Not very well. I feel like crap. I told her, taking a sip of my coffee. My aunt was hiding something, that look she was giving me only meant that she wanted to ask me something but she just didn’t know how to approach me with it. My aunt and I had always been very close and we never hid anything from each other, but I felt unease because she didn’t know how to approach me with what she wanted to ask me, I never gave her a reason to hesitate to ask me anything, and the same thing went to me, the both of us were so close that we shared everything with each other.

I settled my cup on the counter. What’s up? You want to ask me something? I asked her.

Hanna I just want to know who that guy who brought you home late last night was? she asked. Okay I wasn’t prepared for this question. I hadn’t thought of Britain coming in last night after I fell asleep on our way back.

He must have carried me to my room and my aunt must have been utterly confused as to who that guy was.

He’s just a guy I met at school.

My aunt gave me a small smile, What’s his name?

Britain. I answered.

My aunt burst out laughing. Like Great Britain? she asked in between laughs.

I nodded. This was how cool my aunt was; she was simply fun and modern.

You scored the jackpot, girl. That man is hot as fuck! She praised me with these sorts of words. I couldn’t help but laugh; my aunt was just the best. She was like my older sister, a person who I could have counted on for everything.

Hey I gotta shower.

Okay. But we will continue this conversation later. I want to hear everything! she called to me as I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom. I picked my stuff and walked back out to the bathroom.

I set my towel on the hook and turned on the shower. The steam began to evade the shower. I stepped in the shower and felt better.

No voices, no disturbing sounds, I always loved showers for these reasons. Especially when it was really necessary; like it was today after my very confusing night. After my shower I stepped out of the bathroom adjusting my towel.

I locked my bedroom door behind me and dropped my towel to the floor; I dried my entire body and grabbed an outfit from my closet.

I quickly slipped on a pair of panties and a bra, when a rock smacked my window, I jumped in reaction and walked over to the window to see what the hell was going on down there. At first all I saw was nothing, but after a minute had past Britain came into view. What was he doing here?

I slid my window open and stuck my head out and mouthed, what the hell are you doing here?

The bastard grinned and began climbing up to my window. I felt nervous, what if my aunt was still downstairs? She would see him!

Oh god! Britain bettered been a fast climber because if not we'd both be screwed. Britain to his luck climbed up unnoticed and surprisingly fast.

He crawled in through my window and stepped inside my bedroom. When he stood up straight his grin grew more, his eyes examining me below my neck. I stare at him confused and stared down at myself. HOLY CRAP! I wasn't dressed yet.

I yanked the blanket off my bed and covered myself quickly.

You got here at a bad time. I'm still not even dressed. I told him. Britain gave me a cocky smile, It seems I got here at a perfect time.

I slapped his arm playfully. Pervert! 

I need to finish getting ready. I sighed. Britain’s smile vanished as fast as it appeared. He turned serious.

Would you mind if I hung out here with you while you do that? He asked. I bit my lip and considered, I'm not even dressed yet, Britain. I don't know if that’s a good idea.

Change in the bathroom. I'll wait in here.

I need to check if my aunt is still here though. Give me a sec, I opened the door and walked down the kitchen. My aunt wasn't home anymore.

I ran back up to my room and found Britain wandering around, looking everywhere. I didn't know if I was comfortable with him in here, especially when I only had a thin piece of fabric covering my private.

My aunt is gone. You think you could wait out in the hall while I change? I asked; my voice was barely audible.

I wasn't sure if he heard me.

Britain turned to me and gave me a small nod. He walked past me out the door.

I closed the door behind him and changed into my tank top and shorts, it was sort of a hot day and I thought going a little summery to school would have been fine.

I slipped on my black converse and then opened the door for Britain to come in. He stepped inside, and sat at the edge of the bed. I sat at a safe distance from him and began doing my makeup I felt

Britain's stare, even as I didn't look at him, I still pictured his focused expression. I felt like he was studying me, analyzing my every move and expression. He gave me this vibe that screamed at me to stay away from him, and I would have listened to them, I would have, but in a day of knowing each other I felt like we were inseparable. From the moment I met him I knew he was trouble but I was drawn to him after looking at him last night while watching the stars.

What are you thinking? He asked me; breaking the silence we had lasting for a good twenty minutes. I shrugged and said; I was just wondering why you left me that note last night. He looked at me puzzled, the one you left under my coaster. You said something about me remembering something. What am I supposed to remember?

He didn't respond, keeping quiet and thinking about something. I did not want him to dismiss this; neither did I want to be lied to. I wanted him to explain everything behind that cryptic note. I dropped my powder on the bed and opened my nightstand drawer. I pulled the piece of paper out from under a few old notebooks and handed it to him. Britain read the note and sighed.

What does that note mean, Britain? I asked.

I'll explain everything to you tomorrow night. He said.

What’s tomorrow night?

Our first date. He said. Did he just say that? Cause it was pretty loud and clear that he wanted to take me out tomorrow night.

Are you asking me out?

No. He said. I'm telling you we're going out.

Oh

And what if I don't want to go out with you? I asked him, partly teasing.

I'm not taking no for an answer, Hanna.

I continued with my makeup and we kept quiet for most of the time I took to finish. Would you like for me to drive you to school? Britain asked.

I didn't really want to walk those blocks to school, but I also didn't want to cause any trouble. If it’s not a bother than yes I would like a ride.

Great. He said, Lets get going then.

CHAPTER TWO

JUST TONIGHT

Looking for an outfit was a real pain in the ass, especially when you didn't have dressy clothing. I didn't know where Britain was taking me, but I knew that wherever we were going tonight was somewhere where dressing nice was required. I needed some advice and I figured that calling my best friend Penelope was a good idea. She had a lot of experience with guys, and I knew for a fact that she'd help me right. Penelope had moved to New York to study early last year, I hadn't seen her since and I hadn't called her in a while. I dialed her number and the phone began ringing. Penelope answered at the third ring. Hello? She probably didn't recognize my number since I had recently changed phone and number.

Penelope! Its me, Hanna

OMG Hanna? What a bitch you've forgotten about me or what? She laughed, making me laugh too.

So what’s up? She asks.

"Well I was actually calling to ask for some tips. I have this