H U N T E D ~ T H

8

I stopped outside his house, he hadn't spoke the whole way here. He just sat there with his head leaning against the window, looking deep in thought.

I jogged around my car, opening the door and kneeling down at his side. "Are you sober enough to get in yourself?" I asked him.

He looked down to me, his eyes looking into mine with so much sadness. He brought his hand up to touch my face, but I pushed his hand away. "You hate me" He sounded upset.

"Well done, sherlock. Now get out" I stood up, stepping back while he got out the car. He stumbled, falling into me. I held him up as best I could. His hands cupped my face as his height towered over me.

"You have such beautiful eyes" He spoke quietly, his voice husk "I love-" He paused "I love your eyes so much. so much."

"Ill help you in" I hooked my arm around his waist, Kicking my car door shut. We walked up to his door, I tried to turn it but it was locked. "Do you have keys?"

"Pockets" he answered.

He leaned against the wall as I slipped my hand into his hoodie pocket, only his phone. "Try my jeans" A grin grew on his lips, he bit down on the bottom one. I ignored it, reaching into his jean pocket, then the next one. empty.

When I looked up he was holding the keys in front of my face, swinging them from side to side. "Your such a child" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

He grabbed my arms, his grip so tight I thought he was gonna hurt me, maybe even break my bones. But he didn't, he spun me around, slamming me into the brick wall, a grunt leaving my mouth with the force.

His hands were beside my head, trapped between his muscular body and the jagged bricks.

"Your such a brat" His face was inches from mine, his teeth gritted with anger "I wanna fuck that attitude out you so bad, make you scream my name."

I inhaled deeply, the sensation between my legs rising. "Your drunk" I gulped, trying to avoid his eyes which were burning into me "You don't know what your talking about."

"Drunk words are sober thoughts, Sunshine" His hungry lips brushed against the skin of my ear as he leaned in, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

My breathing was now gasps, pressing myself as far as I could into the wall behind me. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. I kept repeating to myself. Closing my eyes to let the thoughts sink in.

His hand went to my waist, sliding along the curves. I wanted to push him away, slap him again. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Why? I don't know.

Suddenly the door opened, Tom jumped away, His hand on the back of his neck while the other rested on his hip. I looked back to the door, Harry resting on the frame, shaking his head at his brother.

"I thought Mum told us to pretend like we don't know her" He narrowed his eyes at Tom.

"I am!" He defended "Sh- She— She came onto me!"

Harry turned to me, tilting his head to the side. "I didn't" I shook my head, not trying to make much of case for myself.

"Thought so" Harry nodded, stepping to the side to let his brother in "Hurry up before Mum wakes up."

Tom reluctantly stepped inside, walking into the darkness of his house. I moved away from the wall, waving to Harry as I walked back to my car.

Once I finally shut my door, resting my head back on the chair, I let out a long breath that I didn't realise I was holding.

Oslo jumped in the front, his paw resting on my arm as he watched me, he could probably sense that I was on edge. His words kept repeating in my mind.

I wanna fuck that attitude out you so bad, make you scream my name.

He's drunk, he probably didn't even mean it. I hope.

*

I couldn't stop thinking about him. My mind was racing with his words. How they effected me so much made me sick.

I hadn't slept much last night. I woke up 7 am, not able to get back to sleep I decided on a jog.

The forest pathway behind my house was quieter than usual. My puffs of air and leaves crunching beneath my feet, along with Oslo's, being the only sound for miles.

I was running out of breath, wheezing, I slowed down, resting my hands on my knees as I tried to slow my heart rate.

I heard a twig snap from behind, spinning around, my hand twitching to behind my back, my precaution for this type of situation.

I looked around, but I couldn't see anything amongst the green and brown scenery. Oslo barked, pointing behind me.

I jumped, turning around as quick as I could. Stepping into what felt like a hard wall, I stumbled back, my foot catching on a loose root form the trees.

I hit the ground, my elbows scrapping on the dirt while my head banged against the grass.

"Mack, you alright?" Tom.

I groaned, covering the back on my head with my hand. I felt his arms around my waist, pulling me to my feet. "Are you hurt?" He spoke.

"I just hit my head, I'm fine" He was so close to me. He picked the twigs and grass out my hair as I watched him, my heart beating faster than it did when I was running.

"You cut your elbows" He lifted up my arm, looking at the small scratches, grazes of blood dotting the skin.

"I think I'll live" I chuckled.

I froze when he placed his lips on the cut, kissing it softly while looking into my eyes. "Better?"

I nodded. Not trusting my voice.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked.

"I could ask you the same thing" I cleared my throat.

"Out for a jog, nursing this hangover" He ran his hands threw his curls, squinting his eyes in the morning sun.

"Same, beside the hangover part" I replied "I have to ask. Do you— do you remember— what you said last night?

"Um, last night—" His words were cut short when Oslo jumped on my back, pushing me into Tom. My lips brushed against his lightly.

I jerked my head away, trying to step back but Oslo kept nudging his nose on the back of my legs. He put his hands on my waist, holding me up.

"Your face is red" He chuckled, I tried to look down to hide it but he put his knuckle under my chin, forcing me to look up. "Do I make you nervous?"

"You make me uncomfortable" I corrected. He watched me with amused eyes, liking how I squirmed under his touch. "I have to get home."

"You can go. But only if you answer one question" He narrowed his eyes "Why do you have a knife tucked into the waistband of your leggings?"

I looked over to his hand, holding the ring dagger between his fingers. My eyes widened,  I took it from him, slipping it back into my trousers "I really should get going."

I wiggled out his grasp, running back down the path before he could open his mouth or follow me. Oslo was at my side, padding along with what looked like a smile on his face.