Beyond The Fury

Chapter Nineteen

(Song- Blackout by Freya Ridings)
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Milo's POV

What a little skank! She thinks she is better than us? Than me? Hah! Just because she is Hardin Scott's little fuck toy doesn't mean she is going to be treated any differently.

Looking over my shoulder I watch as people begin to cramp into the 'arena' and flood the seats. They pay at the entrance to watch and they bet on the fight and on who they believe will be the winner. We charge £2000 a head.. you gotta spend money to make money.

"He won't come." I hear the newbie speak in my direction, earning my attention in the most annoying way. She's stumbling around the ring like a fucking drunken ballerina. Maybe we gave her a little too much of a dose..

"What do you mean, 'he won't come'?" I challenge her. She has this opportunity to say something worth listening too or I will slap her around that ring my damn self.

"He doesn't care about me, can't you tell? He would be here by now if he gave a shit." She emphasises on her words as she slurs them. A small laugh leaves her lips and there is an incredible pain behind her voice but I don't really give a fuck. I angrily spring from my spot and march over to her, quickly curling my fingers around her small throat as I grab it.

"Listen here, you little bitch!" I watch as fear shrinks her irises and little specks of my salvia come to rest on her cheeks, "He will fucking come-" I begin but she interrupts me.. again.

"No, he won't!" She shouts with clear difficulty as my fingertips squeeze around her windpipe.

"Shut the fuck up! Just fucking shut up!" I throw her to the ground and let my heavy boots stomp down onto her stomach multiple times. She winces and clutches the flesh there, gasping for air. I chuckle darkly, I should just kill her now.. that would crush Hardin's soul. To see him dead before his heart even stops beating would be miraculous.

I crouch beside her slowly and allow my fist to swing once into her face, she is a really pretty girl and that alone makes me mad. A loud crack is heard as my bare knuckles connect her with prominent cheekbone. A ping of guilt settles in my chest as she screams however I ignore it.
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-Third Person-

He loves her with every fibre of his breaking soul. But with his love comes chaos and corruption. Each and every atom in her body isn't her own anymore, it's his. She is his.

They love one another the way the sun loves the moon and the stars, sometimes you can't see it nor feel it.. but you know it is always there.

The more Hardin tries to fight and forget his forever growing feelings towards Ivory, the more powerful they become. It is all he can think about, all he can physically feel. He feels nauseous at the mere thought of living his life without her.

There is something so beautiful about Hardin. He is so unbelievably himself. He has messy hair and an even easier soul. He has the strength to remain soft but never allows his internal fire to burn out.

Ivory is strong willed, kind and resilient. It takes more than a couple of words to dull her light. She is the sun Hardin has no clue he needs and Hardin is the darkness Ivory has been lacking for so long. She has always been blinded by things that are surreal and Hardin has woken her up to all the possibilities life has to offer. He has made her realise that nothing is perfect and the things that are perfect are not what they seem.