The love that binds us

Untitled Part 2

'I see you. Before.' My heart was pounding; this guy was definitely going to give me a heart attack soon.

'Y-y-you said that before, I don't get it, who are you? What do you want from me?' I whispered obviously a little panicked; he studied me for a moment, his head falling to the side, as he looked my face over.

'Tyler.' He said and I swallowed, my mouth was dry and my hands were sweaty, Eminem's song lose yourself crossing my mind.

'What do you want?' I asked flinching as he gripped the side of my face, his hands were rough, he didn't growl as his fingers traced over my cheek and I refused to shiver at the gentle touch this brute was giving me.

'You.' I shoved him back and slid across the wall to get away but I hit the corner of the room and turned into it slightly, I couldn't get away but I could at least try and protect myself, I don't know him and the first time we met he was covered in blood, whose blood was that? Well, he won't be hurting me like that, not without a fight.

'What? What do you mean? Why don't you just tell me properly? Is this some kind of joke? I don't like it. How do you know where I live anyway?' He looked at me for a very long time, he seemed like a very patient person, but well something wasn't right about him.

'I want...' He seemed to be struggling and he shook his head, his patients seemed to be slipping and his hands were shaking, they were already balled into fists. 'I want you.' He growled before clenching his fists again.

'What do you mean?' I asked nervously, this is not the way to ask someone out, especially when you were choking them a few hours prior.

'I want you.' He said with more conviction and stepped forward, grabbing my arm and pushing me so my back was flat against the wall, I tried to struggle but he yanked me over to the bed and threw me down.

'No. Don't-' My breathing was out of control, I was pretty sure that a panic attack was coming.

'I want you.' He growled before kneeling between my legs and leaning down. He gripped my face tightly forcing his lips onto mine and I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as they would go. He wrapped one hand around my throat, the other holding his weight against the bed, I tried to push him off but he was stronger. He pushed a little harder on my throat and a wet noise came out as tears ran down my face.

'Please, I don't like it.' I croaked and he stopped, he pulled back and watched me, eyes searching my face, his grip on my throat loosening slightly until he stepped back, stumbling all the way back to the wall and looking at me from a distance. He shook his head furiously before storming over to the window quickly and opening it to climb out, I scrambled over to it to see him jump off the roof and run away back into the woods.

I closed the window and locked it before sliding down and sitting under it, holding my throat with one hand, the other touching my lips. Tears fell and I staid like that for an hour, my brain not able to process it properly, not able to figure out what was going on so I just went to bed. I woke up in the morning and went about my own things, I couldn't concentrate, I nearly brushed my teeth with hair gel before heading to school quietly. I sat in my homeroom class quietly, smiling at my friends while they made jokes, trying not to seem like I had been minorly assaulted last night until Mr Marsh walked in and a new student in a black hoodie and jeans following close behind him. The class went quiet, I was so nervous that they would hear my heart beating so hard.

'We seem to have a new transfer student, his name is Tyler Bransden, I would like you to welcome him and be nice please, his family is from Europe so his English isn't that great.' Oh, so that's why he can't form a proper sentence... But that doesn't explain why he was shirtless and covered in blood in the woods yesterday... 'Take a seat Tyler.' I flinched as he looked up and I saw those piercing eyes, he set them on me and started stalking forward only to pass me and sit in the seat behind me.

'Zach you okay? You've gone a bit pale.' I nodded and listened to Marsh as he spoke about the events coming this week. When the bell rang I tried to gather my things as quickly as possible and escape Tyler but he gripped my arm and dragged me into the stairwell.

'You-'

'What do you want? I don't want you to hurt me like that again, please.' I tore my arm out of his grip and he was quiet as I stood there nervously waiting for another one of his psychotic snaps.

'I sorry.' He muttered looking at the wall to his left. 'I... I not want to hurt you, like that... I sorry.' I stood there awkwardly, his words were weird, disjointed, but he seemed sorry.

'I don't... Why did you do that to me? Last night?' I asked and his hands clenched tightly and he closed his eyes, I watched as his cheeks grew a pale pink colour, my heart thumped hard once, and a heat spread through my chest with it.

'I like...'

'You like me?' I asked and he kept his eyes closed just nodding, the admission seemed like it was a real struggle for him and I took a deep breath. This was definitely not the way to go about dating someone, jesus, he choked me more than once and I am not an air games fan.

'I want... I see you before. I want... to...' He growled, baring his teeth before turning and punching the wall, I watched him carefully as he tried to beat the crap out of the uneven brick, and there looked to be a small amount of damage so he was strong, my neck could definitely confirm that.... He stopped punching the wall, he looked down at his hands, looking at the blood on his knuckles seemed to calm him. 'Mine.' He said turning to me and pushing his open hand against my chest. Shoving me gently but not taking his hand off my chest. 'Mine.' He repeated, I gripped his wrist and he looked at me with wide eyes.

'You...' I swallowed hard, what the hell am I doing? He tried to choke me, twice, within the last twenty-four hours! 'You can't choke me, it hurts and it scares me, and... and you need to learn to speak properly... and... and I don't want you to... you can't just claim people, it's weird... you need to ask them out on a date or something... Do you understand?' He looked at me for a long time before stepping closer, his hand not moving from my chest however. I took in short breaths trying my hardest not to panic; I really didn't want him to choke me again.

'Mine.' He said raising his free hand and grabbing my jaw, hand sliding down to hold my throat and tears started springing forth but stopped as he stroked his thumb over my throat and moved his hand to cup my face.

'I not hurt you, not purpose. Not want to scare, want to talk,' he pulled his hand back and ran his fingers over his lips. 'Words Bad. I learn better, for you.' My heart was beating fast and he looked down at my chest. 'You scare?' I shook my head.

'I don't... maybe, I'm not sure.' What was I feeling? Surely this was fear, I mean he choked me twice, kinda assaulted me, and stalked me...

'I scare you?'

'No, well yes, not right now, kind of.'

'I no understand.' He muttered stepping forward again, his body pushing against mine.

'You can't do this.' I said turning my face away but his hands slipped from my neck and chest to hold my waist in place as he pushed his face into my neck. I tried pushing him away but he started growling.