his weakness

twenty six

K E N Z I E

I grab a handful of my clothes from the duffel bag, throwing it onto my bed. Nolan suggested that I'd grab whatever I think I'm going to need for the next couple of weeks from my house and I did. Now that I'm unpacking all of it, I'm pretty sure I've brought way too much stuff.

It's been only about a day or two since everything happened. I'm feeling good as new however my cut is still healing. It's not too bad but when I apply too much pressure to it, it burns like a bitch.

The door behind me opens, and from the force of it slamming wide, I know who it is. And the fact that this person didn't bother knocking.

I turn around to see Nolan standing at the door, watching me from afar. "Thanks for knocking, by the way. It's nice to know privacy still exists." I bluntly speak, going back to what I was doing earlier.

"You're welcome." He replies back to my snarky comment yet doesn't say anything after. Silence travels through the room, ushering me to turn myself back around to look at him again.

"What do you want?" I rudely question him but that's how I've been with him for the entire day and yesterday. Well since the day of the attack. I don't know myself what's gotten into me and why I've got this sudden urge to be rude. Is it the fact that I'm still mad about him being a bitch after the night I stayed over when things led to another or because I'm starting to realise that he's truly ruined my life? And that I'm having to suffer because of him? Gosh, my feelings are all over the place.

"What is it with this attitude? It's really starting to get on my nerves." Nolan complains, earning a scoff from me.

"You're one to talk." I mumble under my breath, still paying all my mind on folding my clothes up.

The door closes shut and I feel his presence behind me, aware that he's moved closer now. Heat starts to radiate off my body but I brush it off.

"You think it's my fault?" He impatiently asks, and I instantly know what he's referring to. I wish I knew the answer.

Let's see where my mouth takes me.

"What do you think?" I reply, hitting him with another question. I throw the now empty duffel bag onto to the floor, separating all my clothes into categories.

"I think that you're being a bitch for no reason." He cusses me out and I freeze.

Calm down, Kenzie. He's not worth anymore arguments.

I take a deep breath, exhaling and inhaling, slowly. I close my eyes as an attempt to calm my nerves down that are bubbling to explode. He doesn't deserve a reaction out of me.

"Are you done?" I go back to doing what I was doing, paying no mind to him. Acting as if he's barely even there.

Without warning, my body is spun around with a grip wrapped around my waist. I clench onto my top that I was midway through folding as both my hands immediately land on Nolan's chest. His jaw is tightened in what seems like frustration as he intensely glances down at me.

"What did I do, hm?" It's like never ending questions keep leaving his mouth.

"Let go of me, Nolan." I try to free myself from this position but his hold only continues to get tighter, bringing me a lot closer every time I resist against his touch.