●DALAYZA●
Tom has been acting colder and colder towards me since his confrontation in potions. But beneath the coldness-He's scared, ashamed. Rowen and Sierra have announced that they are officially dating a few days ago. Luis and I almost cried when they told us. But the announcement added pressure to Tom, making him more bitchy then a fourth year girl on her period.
"Rosier, could you kindly shut up and listen to me?" Tom barks, interrupting Rowen's story of his and Sierra's first date.
"Oh come on Tom, don't be such a bitch." I complain, the whole group is quiet. Everyone looks between Tom and me curiously, wanting to see what happens next.
"That's my Lord to you." He spits bitterly. I snort, the noise echoes through the room of requirement. I stop laughing when I see everyone's concerned eyes and Tom's deathly stare. I straighten my back, puffing my chest out.
"Kill me if you must, but I shall not bow to an arrogant king such as you, who wears a crown studded with jewels of the lives you have ended." I spit back. Tom's hand forms into a fist, shaking uncontrollably.
"Boys, leave." He orders, each one of them sending me a pitiful look before leaving me and Tom alone. As soon as Xavier steps out of the room, Tom's hands land on my neck, squeezing it tightly. My eyes go wide as I realize I can't breath, while Tom's grow wide with lust and pride. I claw at his hands, struggling and kicking in my seat.
"You seem to have forgotten my knowledge of your secret, Dalayza." He threatens. Little black dots start to show in the corners of my eyes, and I start to panic more.
"You wouldn't want people knowing now, would you?" I whimper and shake my head no. Tom pouts, tightening his grip, a smirk forming on his face. I start to claw at his chest.
"I don't understand." He says, his face full of mock and anger.
"I-im sorry Tom." My strangled voice let's out, and Tom lowly chuckles.
"My...." his voice trails off, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm S-sorry my Lord." I choke out, and his hands leave my neck. My own hands fly to my neck, massaging the sore spots. He stares at me with a glint in his eyes, before he leaves me alone, in this dark, dark place.
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Burning Roses
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