hellbound | h.s

eleven

Bleed The Freak by Alice in Chains

*･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Rory *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"You shouldn't have come back here butterfly."

And what the fuck is that supposed to mean Mr. I know everything and you're going to die?

I just don't understand. Why does he care? And so that's what I ask. I'm genuinely interested in what his answer is because him saying this definitely seems like he cares. Though why would he? We've know each other for what? 2 minutes? Maybe 3?

"Why do you care?" I ask him while on the verge of glaring at him and walking away from this conversation all together.

He clenched his jaw at my words and glares down at me. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe through his nose. He then looks back down to me. And oh my word, he's so intimidating, I think I'm going to shit myself.

Wait a second... I think I set a nerve.

"Let me get one thing fuckin' straight, Rory. I don't give a fuck if you live or die. I could care less if you dropped dead right this instant. You're fuckin' annoying and weird and honestly a fuckin' loser to be honest with you." He spat, while walking up closer to me, pointing at me as he gets in my face. "I'm just warning you and if you don't want to hear or believe it, that's your fault, not mine."

Well, he doesn't have to be a dickhead about it.

"Okay, okay. I get it." Is all I say back wanting to withdraw from this wonderful conversation.

It's silent for a few seconds before I look back up to see him already looking at me. He opens his mouth, about to say something else but I cut him off, "A simple 'shut the fuck up rory' would have sufficed. You know, instead of writing a whole damn novel about how much you don't care about me or any human for that matter." I say to him with annoyance in my voice. I don't even try to hide it, he should know how fucking rude he's being. No one should treat another person like this. I understand why he would act this way with me though. I'm fucking annoying. I get that. I guess it would just be nicer if he didn't voice that though. 

"Ror-" But before he can get another word out, I walk away from him. I'm not taking this dudes shit tonight. I'm obviously not going to stand up for myself, so might as well leave the scene.

I'm such a fucking pussy. It's embarrassing.

I mean the odds that what he said to me were true are very unlikely. The dying part, not the not caring about me part, or the nice adjectives he used to describe me. That part came straight from his heart. He's just the sweetest. As I am walking off to find my friends though, Harry pulls me back by grabbing my wrist. When I turn around to face him, he doing go of my wrist.

Can he just let me to sulk in peace?

"Look, we may not know each other but I'm truly trying to help you out. Please. Just please," he literally pleads. "Stay away from here." He sounds believable. I'm about to say something when he finishes off with, "Before it's too late."

I look at him like he is crazy which I don't think he likes. But what am I supposed to think if a strange man tells me I could die if I went to a a club that I go to all the fucking time.

"Please get away from me." I mutter out, not having anything else to say.

I try to pull my wrist out of his grip but he just tightens his hand on my wrist. His eyebrows are furrow and he looks angry or... sad? I can't really tell because I'm too busy on the verge of a fucking panic attack.