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~ Hardin Scott Fan-Fiction ~
Hardin Scott is the ruthless son of a well known London mobster. With his teeth bore and his guard up will he be able...
My head buzzes and I feel like I am seconds away from fainting.. again.
One of the back seat doors swing open and I fall away from the person that slips inside, a horrified scream leaves my lips.
"Felix! Felix, help!" I reach for the door handle, yanking on it violently but it won't seem to budge. Why do I have no idea what is happening?
"Woah, chill out, Ivory. It's me." His accent acts like a cure for my drugged state. It's Hardin, I'm sure of it this time.
"What did they do to you.." His voice is incredibly small as his hand brushes against my cheek and my skin is set alight. No.. no I can't fall for his traps again.
I shove away from him, watching as his blurry face contours into something unreadable. If I wasn't so high I would be able to tell what that emotion is.
"Get away from me." My voice is strained as I shuffle as far away from him as the car seats will allow me. The sun is beginning to hide behind the gloom of the clouds above and rain has begun to pour down with no intention of showing mercy.
"Ivory, you don't mean that.." His hand reaches for me again and that's when I notice the dry blood on his knuckles. I nearly puke.
"No, stop.." I say, barely whispering. He continues to try and take my hand in his but I refuse, "I said stop it, Hardin!" I'm beginning to cry now. My life before him was so simple, so unproblematic and now I cry all the time and get drugged off of gang leaders.
Why does it hurt this bad? Why can't him and I just be happy together? Care free with no nonsense and interruptions? I wish it could be that way but I know deep down that him and I will never be together in the way I want us to be.
I force open the car door, stepping out into the fresh air. The rain cools my skin and helps me collect my thoughts. Hardin calls for me but I only see this as an opportunity to get as far away from him as possible. I begin to run as best as I can- hell, I might not even be running for all I know. My reality is distorted and twisted. I can't distinguish the difference between what is real and what is only alive in my head..
"Ivory! You're going to fucking hurt yourself, stop it!" Hardin screams and grabs onto my forearm roughly to stop me in my tracks and to keep me stable on my own two feet. I squirm.
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"Would you stop that? Stop, goddammit!" I bite back tears as Hardin takes a tight hold of my wrists, pulling me to his chest.
"I'll never stop! I.. I will never stop fighting you! You are a coward!" I screech at the top of my lungs, harsh sobs leaving my mouth which makes it extremely difficult to speak and to breathe.
"You and I are it, Ivory. It's me and you.. you know that! Stop lying to yourself-" I cut off his rant.
"I don't care about you." The bitter words leave an awful taste in my mouth. I know that I am lying but I need him to let me go and this is the only way. I desperately try to pull away from him, "You let them.. you let them hurt me!" I shove hard against his chest. A hurt expression crosses his eyes for a brief moment before impassiveness takes over. He disgustingly pulls away from me.
