The Bad Boy And The English Redhead

Chapter Twenty-Six: You Silly Little Girl

TBBATER- Chapter Twenty-Six: You Silly Little Girl

I stagger towards the very person who ruined nearly two years of my life. I know that in my drunkenly state I won't be able to fight him off, but I know that if I see him when I'm sober, I will cower away and run.

"You there!" I yell, and feel myself sway because of the alcohol running through my veins. My steps are desperate, I need to know why he is here, and how he has found me. I need to know, I repeat in my head, I need to know.

I stare into his eyes that I had gazed into on my fifteenth birthday, the time when I fell head over heels in love with him. His gaze is wicked, and I glare at him.

I manage to catch up with him and I grab his wrist.

"Honey." He says, smirking down at me. I freeze, that nickname will always affect me, it will always bring me memories of the torture I had suffered.

"Tell me why you've followed me here to America. What do you want with me?" I demand, yelling extremely loud because of the pounding of the music. He pulls his wrist out of my grip and snatches mine, then begins to pull me outside by the pool. Once we reach the pool, he pushes me in front of him, my back pressed to his chest, my feet centimetres away from the pool's edge.

"You silly little girl." He murmurs into my ear. I don't shiver or tense like Matt does whenever he is in close range with me, with Joe, I just feel disgust scream inside my head and body.

"I'm not silly, and I'm not a little girl either." I protest, trying to shove him away from me, but he doesn't move an inch. A drunken girl against a strong, sober boy is not a good choice.

"Ah, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy," He sighs, "You suddenly decide to argue back. Why don't I teach you a lesson. Something for... hmm, fun. I don't know whether you'll like it though, you never have been a girl who likes water."

My sober self will have known what he is about to do within a second of him saying it.

"You see, remember what I told you the last time we saw each other back in beautiful England? Do you remember? I'm going to make it happen, and no one is here to save you. No Matthew. Nobody from The Force."

I freeze. What the hell is The Force?

"What's 'The Force'?" I question, and then I feel his hand creep up my back and slide towards my neck. I can see it through the pool's reflection and I scream. The cold metal presses against my neck, ready to slice open the thing helping me stay alive. It's the same knife, the one he had used on me to carve my skin, the same one I had found in the school toilets.

"Did he not tell you, English Redhead?" Joe whispers, using Matt's nickname for me. When Joe says it, I want to cringe, whenever Matt says it, it brings a warm and fuzzy feeling to my chest.

"No." I say.

"They're here to stop me from having you. Even your brother knows about this, in fact, he's one of the leaders of The Force. Now, tell me, what's the best way to ruin big groups like The Force or even people?"

"I don't know." I reply, and the knife moves slightly, pricking my skin. Blood dribbles down.

"You strike them through the heart," He smirks, "And guess what you are? You are the heart, but the thing is, you've never known that, and now it's too late."

"You can't kill me, Joe." I say.

"I'm not going to, I'm just going to leave you scarred." He replies.

I try and scream, but his left hand covers it with a woollen material, muffling my scream. He grabs my wrist forcefully, not the wrist with scars on already, pushed me down to the ground, and my head smacks against the stone. He sits on me and holds my arm down, then he starts cutting into my skin. I let out a scream, which, of course, is muffled. I see my blood spill onto the stone of the ground, wetting my arm and some of the white on my dress.