Love Is Messy

~𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼~

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispers into my ear and shivers are sent down my spine. What the hell, Adriana? You don't have feelings for people! Stop getting shivers. "Why the hell would I tell you? Your a fucking jerk." I say, him still examining each and every cut. "You can't do this." He whispers, even more quietly. "I fucking can if I want to." I growl, looking up into his eyes. They're clouded with sadness and fear. He pulls off his ski mask and I see that I was right. In front of me sits Asher. His hair is wet, drenched with sweat and he carries some blood on his left eyebrow. He then meets my eyes before I can look away. Then his hand traced over the cut that he had dug really deep into. He seems to recognize it and winces. 

"Boss I-" I look up and see a tall blonde standing there, a gun in his pocket. I look behind him, seeing a bunch of dead bodies. "You fucking idiot." Asher yells at the new guy. "I didn't know you had some girl-your gorgeous by the way-in here!" I blush and Asher stands up. 

"You won't tell anybody right?" He asks, reaching for my hand. "Are you fucking kidding me? Of course I'm gonna tell! You come here and you shoot up the whole party, and almost kill me!" I yell, getting up. Asher tightens his fists and shakes his head. "Then you have to come with me." 

I then push him out of the way and exit out of elevator. I search the bodies. And sure enough, there is the kid that drove me here. I scrunch up my nose at his bloody chest and then I search into his pocket and grab his keys and run out. Asher and New Boy are chasing my ass and I don't know how to get away. I leap into the car and turn the keys into ignition. I zoom off and to my home.

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Once I'm home, I hop out of the car, Asher and New Boy right behind me. I just know my Grandpa must be in Lucy's office so I run for the barn. Then I feel a body collide with mine. I'm sent to the floor and an angry Asher is on top of me. He turns me onto my back so that I'm staring up at him. I get ready to scream out for help but he leans down and tugs at my ear with his teeth. Now this was not fair! He needed to stop teasing me, and then suddenly hating me, and then being nice to me, like my fucking God. "Be quiet, and you won't die." He stands up, his hand still over my mouth and carried me out to his car. "Aye, Aiden. Grab all her stuff from her room. I'll text you what else I need." Asher yells over to New Boy and threw me in the car. I curse at him with all my might as he locks the door. He came around and sat in the front seat while I crossed my arms. God, this was going to be along drive.

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I was in another elevator, my arms still exposed. Asher walked over to me, putting his hands on my arms, softly this time. He towered over me. He was around 6'3 while I was only 5'4. "You won't be needing to hide that anymore." He says, getting closer to me. "I'll be keeping watch, so don't you even try to hurt yourself." Why the hell did he even care? And this whole situation made me feel stressed out. I needed a blade, and if I couldn't get away, I'd have to break some fucking mirrors.

Then the door opened and we exited the elevator. I was honestly just happy to still be in one peace. "Alright, follow me. Don't run, or you will die." I cringe at his statement and then follow him to a room. It was so pretty. 

Hopefully there was bread in here. Not the time, Adriana. 

It was modern and had a huge big bed with curtains draped over it. On the left was a very nice kitchen along with a dining room. It was fucking amazing. Then there was a huge window that exposed a large yard. More then at least thirty acres. There was a barn to the right and then a horse or two trotting around in the open space. 

"Okay, first of all. I am not staying here." I growl, yanking my arm away from his grasp and wincing at the tension. I then back up to the door again. "I will leave this place and make sure everyone knows who the fuck you are. Cops included." I reach my hand behind me and then try to pull the doorknob. I turn around since it's lock and struggle with it. 

Asher doesn't follow me which makes me a lot less excited about my escape. I had to be away from him though. I hated him, but at the same time I was madly attracted. I don't know what it is, but I hate the feeling. 

I swing open the door and start running the same direction that we came from. I skid down the hall and press the buttons so it'll open. I got kind of bored, not feeling the rush of adrenaline. No one was chasing me! This wasn't any fun. Then I hear a gunshot and my heart stops. Fuck. Now it was here. I started panicking and the door slid open. Before paying attention, I run in and bump into an exposed chest. The door then slid closed behind me. It was New Boy. I throw my arms behind my back and see that there are bags around him and he looked at me with a shocked look. "Oh, hey." He smiles. "Yeah, Asher told me you'd be coming this way." 

I raise and eyebrow and he looks me up and down. "Your really pretty!" He says again. "Okay, I don't know what this is, but I want out of here. And I'm gonna tell everyon-" I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around. I met face to face with a incredibly handsome guy. His hair was messy and black and he had dark blue eyes. "I've got her. Just take the stuff to the room." He says, eyeing me up and down. I fucking hate it when people do that. "Give me a jacket." I mumble to New Boy. He shuffles through the bags and throws me a white hoodie with some type of cow print on the pockets. I shove it over my head and then the other New Boy grabbed my now covered arm. 

"I'm Damian." He almost whispers. I nod at him and then he dragged me to Asher's room and threw me in, slamming the door behind him. Asher looks up from his phone. He was now stripped of his shirt and jacket and his pants hung dangerously low on his waist. "Damien, let go of her." He growls as he sees me cringe a bit with the long touch. He drops my arm and rolls his eyes. I was really fucking tired of everyone touching me. Asher reaches for my arm but I back away. I didn't want more hands on my arms. It was getting painful. He rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand as butterflies shot up inside of me. My eyes widen and I push them down. 

God, I was developing some kind of feeling. And I liked it. But I hated it at the same time. 

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I'm sorry if this is cliche, but like, who cares. That's the reason your here, duh.