How To Be A Heartbreaker

Thirteen

Dario

I watched as Grace walked away from me , taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself down. He did something to her, he was the one who hurt her, and I wanted to kill him with my bare hands for that. I didn't have a class for the next hour or so and I decided to investigate the video Grace was talking about.

I made my way to the campus library, sitting in one of the computers on the back and opened a new tab. I typed their names , pressing the small magnifying glass on the corner of the search bar, looking at the results. Hundreds of articles recalling an incident , about five years, of a video of them.

After scrolling for a while , I found a link and clicked on it, my curiosity getting the best of me. While it was loading, I contemplated on whether I should close the tab and go on with my life as it has or watch it and have an even better reason to break Steve's face. When the page finally loaded, my eyes widened at the sight in front of me.

Grace was on her back, only bra and panties on, with tears in her eyes and a cloth of some kind stuffed in her mouth. She was sniffing and whimpering, talking incoherent words, making Steve, who was behind the camera, chuckle.

I clenched my fists, setting my jaw as he spoke

" You like it don't you, Grace. You like being my little slut" She shook her head, murmuring "no", making him crane his palm across the delicate skin of her cheek, making it glow red. He then set the camera on the dresser, making his way back to her, as a fresh round of tears gushed out of her beautiful eyes.

He didn't say anything else, but grabbed her ankles parting her legs wide as he set his knees on her thighs , trapping her under him. He then grabbed her hands, holding them over head, making it impossible for her to get away.. Leaning down he whispered something in her ear that made her eyes widen before he entered her with a hard thrust, making her scream behind the gag.

I closed the tab, not being able to watch any more and made my way out of the library. As I exited the building I felt my phone vibrate in the back pocket of my jeans

"Yeah ?"

" Where the fuck are you ? " Chase, our guitarist, said in a harsh tone . He sounded mad

" The library, I had a free hour, why ? " He cursed under his breath, something about me being a little fuck or whatever

" Yeah, I fucking know you had a free hour, that's why we were supposed to practise at the auditorium today, since we were all free " Fuck

fuck fuck fuck , I forgot about that

" Shit, sorry. Look, I have a class now, but you can come by the 'Ember' tonight before mine and Atlas's shift and we'll practise then, alright ? "

" Fine, fine, but you better get your shit together, Hart "

" Yeah, don't worry about it, it won't happen again "

♪♪♪♪

I picked up a bottle of water after I set my bass on it's case, drawing down the clear liquid in one gulp

" That was good, we're gonna rock this Saturday '' said Atlas from his spot on the brums. I put him in a headlock and ruffled his golden locks before my phone started ringing. I pulled myself away from him, picking up the device and making my way into the small hallway in order to answer the call.

" Hello ? " I said confused since I didn't recognise the number

" Hi, Dario. It's Grace "