MARCID

-9-

≪ Sorin's POV ≫

One of the bastards in here came to Xan."The door is being knocked,I thought this was it."Xander left to get the door and then she walked in.

Raven Whitlock walked in.

Her white wig and her violet lenses should have made her look like a fucking freak but she looks...

She looks irresistable.

She settled next to Lux Steven,her roommate,at the bar.As if she felt my eyes on her,her head snapped my way and her eyes met mine.

She pulled away the next second but that one second felt longer than any torture I have been ever in."How is her torture going?You followed her for like a month.You know she isn't what we thought she was."

"There is still something wrong about her.I want her to pay.I want her gone.""Dead,gone or gone,gone?"I turned to Xander."Dead,gone."

Dead gone so I would never have to feel the way she makes me feel.She makes me angry on a level I never experienced and I don't like that.

Because I can't control that.

I can't control the anger she causes me.

That's a first.

≪ Raven's POV ≫

I turned back to Lux."What do you want?""Vodka."She talked to the bartender for my drink while I took deep breaths to calm down my heartbeats.

I chugged down that vodka fast.

The more alcohol I consumed,the more I felt as if his thumb was stroking my bottom lip again.My hand went up to my lips.

I needed a bit of silence.I went to the bathroom and found the weedheads."Give me a joint.""You got money."I gave him 50 bucks and he gave me a joint.

I went out to the balcony to smoke that joint.I turned my back to the railings and leaned on my elbows.I gently threw my head back as I blew out the smoke."Finally."

I felt the air fill my lungs and slowly,my heart calmed down.The pain kept still but after that joint,I was numb.I was numb,again.

Maybe Phoenix is right.I am afraid to feel and maybe that fear resurfaces from time to time.Like when he tries to hug me.Like when he holds my hand.Or when...

When Sorin looks into my eyes and I look into his.

How could a stranger have that effect on me,another stranger?

I get that hurt whenever I think of him,whenever I look at him,whenever he corners me or touches my skin.I'm damaged now.

≪ Sorin's POV ≫

She bought a joint and went to the balcony.She leaned her back and her elbows to the railings,smoked her joint.She revealed her neck as she blew the smoke away.

As she finished her joint and fell deep into her pond of thoughts,I grabbed her wrist and dragged her to my bedroom."WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!"

I got her between the back of my door and myself."SHUT UP!"I wrapped my hand around her throat and forced her to look at me.She was terrified for the first time.

She never looked at me li-

Her face expression faded as the minutes went by."Fine.That didn't work.Would you let me go if I cried,because I think I can do that?"Is shhe for real?!

"If you want something from me,Sorin,don't.Just let me go.I am staying away from you!What more do you want?!"She hit my chest repeatedly and as hard as she could.