Beyond The Fury

Chapter Thirteen

(Song- Watch by Billie Eilish)
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Ivory's POV

Shaking myself both mentally and physically I smoothly exit the stage and make my way to the bar. I seat myself far away from the pair. Bruce pushes a glass towards me. There is a look in his eyes.. Sympathy?

I shrug it off and bring the strong liquid to my mouth, pouring it onto my tongue in a greedy manner. I gulp the the liquor down alongside my pride.

A loud giggle makes ears strain and my head ticks to the side. I don't mean to watch them but it just happens. And I wish I would have just looked away..

Hardin's hands are on the girls waist, gripping them tightly as he pulls her to him. She giggles and he grins. Before I know it the girls lips are on his, the kiss is harsh and hungry. He didn't kiss me like that..

Luckily for me I am too numb to bring myself to cry. I'm on my third drink and I'm looking to a fourth. Drowning my final thoughts in a buzz I slam the glass onto the counter and raise my hand up at Bruce, signalling that I want another.

The slam from my glass earns some unwanted attention and soon Hardin is stood in front of me. He is panting from the intensity of the kiss and my stomach twists with disgust.

"You were great tonig-" I stop him with a laugh. My laugh is dry and emotionless and I want him to know that. I notice that 'little red riding hood' has left and that's when I finally decide to say something to him.

"No." I wave my finger drunkenly in front of his face. Part of me becomes afraid as I watch his face contour to the array of feelings that come over him but I continue regardless, "I am not some toy you can run too when you're horny or when you're bored, okay? I'm not your side-thing, Hardin!"

I wobble to my feet and stand in front of him. My face is close to his and I hope my words are having the power I intend them to have.

"Ivory.. you're making a scene-"

"You know." I poke my finger into his hard chest, "You act like you're soooo tough and soooo untouchable but in reality you're just this little pussy that has fucking nightmares!" I unintentionally shout at him however anger has taken control of all my emotions, so much that I don't even know are tears are soaking my face.

Hardin's face loses all colour, his eyes become dark and his brows scrunch together angrily, "What the fuck did you just say?" He argues back and I can tell he has lost all sense of reasoning. He is furious now, too.

I cross my arms defensively and chew on the inside of my cheek nervously before I answer him loud and clear, "You heard me."

He bites his lip and shakes his head as he snorts a laugh, "Fuck. You!" He takes a step towards me and screams excruciatingly loud in my face. My heart jumps with fear but I stand my ground.

Hardin holds a whisky glass in his hand and it must have taken him a moment to fully register what I have said to him because when he finally does take it in his instincts kick in and the glass comes flying in my direction which makes me gasp and flinch as I move out of the objects way. The glass shatters against the many alcohol bottles that line the bar wall  not too far behind me.

The alcohol pools from the broken glass bottles and pours like a small waterfall down the wall. Many different colours of liquids come together and stain the wood with a sticky substance that smells all too strongly.

His fist comes to repeatedly punch into the wooden counter. Blood splats from the skin and the wood breaks beneath his bones.

I stumble away from his rage, speechless and scared as more water spills from my eyes. I stare at him in disbelief, my cheeks are soaked with mascara and tears, "No, Hardin.. fuck you!" My voice breaks but I don't care.