Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

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IV

The following morning, I'm looking over my shoulders every second, I couldn't even go to the washroom without thinking he's going to jump out at me, locking me in a closet with him until I showed him everything he wanted to see last night. I'm stuck on how the hell he could've gotten my number, maybe he asked the secretary? His looks most definitely charmed her into giving up my personal number. I wouldn't be the slightest bit surprised if she exposed my address and former school to him in a blink of an eye. That would be a breach of my safety and very unprofessional.

I looked at Clementine who was focused on getting her work done. I felt guilty and disgusted with myself when a bloody image of her dead popped up in my head. I was clinging onto his words like a moth to a flame. If Clem and Cameron were to suddenly die, would it really be my fault? Or because Silas was a crazed psycho with homicidal tendencies and only wanted to inflict harm on others?

The worst thing about vicious psychos is the fact they don't know that they're crazy, or maybe it's the fact they just don't care. They enjoy the brutal lashings of others, sometimes I dare to think they get off on other's guilt and pain.

A rough hand slammed itself on the table, causing a loud bang sound. I look up just in time to see the fury on the Brunette's face. He's pretty—Mad. He's looking at Clem, no, glaring at her with the same exact Silas has for me. I was both spooked and alarmed.

Clem looked up from her book almost immediately, her eyes dilating at the sight of the boy. She blanched, her whole entire face went pale. "Eze?" Her voice was quiet, small when she called out to him.

His nostrils flared and brown eyes darkened even more if that were possible. His nose crinkled up in distaste when he heard his nickname come out of her mouth. His hand reached for her frail neck, wrapping around her skin but not hard enough to leave a mark. Leaning down, he whispered loud enough for me to hear on the other side of the table. "Don't fucking call me that." He fumed.

Clem was too choked up to speak, so I did the talking for her. I stood up, my chair scratching against the wooden tiles of the library. "What the hell is wrong with you? Let my friend go." I ordered, my lips in a thin line. I've about had it with the boys at Darlington, they're all rich dicks who have no manners whatsoever. I guess it's true that money can't buy class.

He didn't pay me a single glance, looming closer to the face of my friend. This time I couldn't hear what's said when he whispered in her ear. But I could tell whatever he said troubled Clementine to a great deal, as the corners of her lips curved down into a frown, and her head hung.

He finally turns to look at me. A muscle in his jaw twitched when his cold eyes gave me a once over. He smiled, but it wasn't a welcoming one. "I take it you're the plain girl Silas was talking about." He droned on.

That bastard talked about me to his friends? Even worse, he insulted me. I knew at that moment my hatred was justified.

"Fuck you and fuck him." I hissed through gritted teeth.