Breathe (⚠️DISCONTINUED⚠️)

Chapter 9

"Barnacles!" Grim shouted. 

He had burst through the door, clearly angry. His voice still scared me, but I was working on not letting it show. This time, though, I jumped. 

"What?" I asked quietly. 

Ignoring me, he walked up to me and grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling it tightly. He looked like he wanted to say something, but was too angry to form words. 

What happened? 

Without warning, Grim locked the back of his foot just below the back of my knee, simultaneously pushing against my chest. I struck the ground, the wind immediately knocked out of me. I gritted my teeth, trying to catch my breath. Grim continued to pace around in front of me. 

"Is that all?" I asked, breathing normally again. 

"Don't. Test me," He ordered, sticking his finger in my face. 

His normally cool, fluid movements were now sharp, and twitchy. His face was flushed with anger, and his chest was rising and falling much quicker than normal. I closed my eyes and nodded, trying to shut my ego off. 

"Zayne has been pissing me off, so maybe if I beat your ass he'll quit his shit," He said, beginning to pace around again. 

"Why do I have to be a part of this?" I interrupted. 

His eyes gouged my soul before he plunged his foot into my upper chest, laying me on my back again. 

"I said don't," He growled. 

I closed my eyes and nodded again, scrunching my face. The pain was enough to shut my ego down this time. I made a mental note to keep my mouth shut. 

"He only cares because of you, so this is essentially your fault. I knew it was a shitty idea getting him involved," He continued. 

All I could do was sit and nod, as I clung onto Grim's ankle, waiting for him to step off. 

Grim was right, it might not have been the smartest idea getting Zayne involved. That was just another person I had to worry about now. And Zayne had indirectly gotten me in more trouble than it was all worth, it seemed. 

I was thinking I wouldn't make any friends here, and now I had something more. And if I ever left, I would have to leave him behind. 

Grim stepped off of my chest and quickly walked over to the nearest wall. He thrashed his fists into the wall. It made me jump again, and I dug my nails into my palm as a reminder not to do that. Still, I slowly scooted away from him. He was angry, and it was terrifying. 

Grim kept standing there for a moment, huffing. He whispered something under his breath that I couldn't hear from how far away I was from him. 

"Get up."

 I thought I was hearing things, I couldn't see any movement. He turned to face me, still angry. I stood, guessing that he had actually spoken. 

He walked over, got hold of my hand, and began to drag me out of the room. He was walking very briskly, and was on the brink of running. We stopped in front of one of the many doors in this crazy place, before Grim turned to look at me. 

"If I hear you breathe, you're dead." 

He opened the door and a small room was inside. It looked like the other side of a two-way mirror. The room itself was dimly lit, and there were two people inside. They were busy talking when Grim and I entered the room. 

Grim pushed me against the wall, a gesture telling me not to move, and went and talked to the two. I could tell by the looks on their faces they could see that Grim was angry, and that they didn't want to make it worse. They both looked at each other before nodding, and Grim was instantly satisfied. He took a deep breath in before beginning to laugh. It was quiet, yet maniacal.