Beyond captivating

Chapter 14

Lucas POV:

Lucas tyson earlier display to the moment.
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Holy Christ!

I drew a breath of disgust as I held onto my head.
I was busy pacing left and right.
And all I kept reminding myself was my mum is nothing but one god forsaken mother f-cking witch who could drain two drums of blood out of one skull. If not, what right does she has to lock me up like some sort of criminal?

When will she accept the truth that I ain't interested in taking over any
fucking responsibilities?
Any fucking business, or some fucking position?
Gosh! I hate that witch!
I hate her so much I could hardly breath.

My gaze tour round her study like a snake looking for a hole to escape.

I eyed the coffee cup perched on the corner of the oak desk and groaned
Gosh! Caffeine was the last thing I needed.
All I so needed right now was a cigarette.

I needed to smoke my brains out damn it!
I grabbed the cup and angrily threw it on the wall 
I watched as it sprinkled into pieces.
Feeling more than frustrated I rubbed my hands on my face and slicked it's roughness on my hair.
Oh God!
Irritation pulled my brows together and there I was
angrily kicking and punching on whatever I saw.

Anger , frustration , plus inner heat all three surged through me at once.
And it felt as if I was about to die.
I grounded my teeth as I walked hurriedly towards the desk.

"Useless fucking phone!" I picked up the desk phone and threw it sideways like I normally threw a piece of used condom.

I attacked a teddy bear and blow on it repeatedly.
I was doing this when
I sighted the pictures of us all ,my dad ,mum ,my big sister, and I ...

No! I decided I wont break that .
I dropped it sideways and threw the fucking teddy to where ever it landed.
I smirked and immediately got back to business.

"F-cking books!" I packed all the books sideways and angrily pushed it all down.

"Hit on me stupid huh!" I punched on the shelve.

"Hit on me ! I got locked up by my crazy mama haha...
Hit on me! Are you deaf huh? Huh?"

I was bouncing left and right while I kept attacking the shelve with my fist.

It seemed as if I'm about going crazy but at that moment I did not care.

A wicked smile tugged at the corner of my lips when I sighted her favourite novel.

I grabbed it and angrily dropped it.

"You f-cking book! I'm gonna destroy you! Yea! Huh! Yea! Huh! Hahaha..."

I kept matching my designer boot on it.
Suddenly,
my teeth mistakenly bit on my wounded lips.
And there my brain made a cracked noise.
I halted and stared into space.
My mouth dropped open from the aches.

I had to close one eye to hold it in.
Good God! My lips!
My lips!
I staggered towards the arm chair and bounced my weight on it.
Those fucker destroyed my fine lips!

"Call an ambulance!" I shouted into airs.
"Ambulance! Emergency!" I shouted more.

But it was like talking into airs.
So, if I had killed myself in here non of those damned bastards are ready to open that damn door.

I touched my fine lips slightly again as
more curses and swear words sank in.
How am I gonna kiss a girl with this kind of bruised lips? I swear mum is gonna pay dearly for this!

How dare she allow those dirty fuckers lay their hands on me?
I glanced around as if noticing it for the first time

I realised her study is now a disaster area, but who cares...
That's what she gets for locking me up like some criminal...
A whole me...! Lucas Tyson!
Haa Beatrice!