Quiet Nights

night nine

Don't look over there. My legs felt shaky.

Keep on walking. My heart was pumping fast.

Don't make eye contact. I was going to throw up.

Don't let him see you. It was too late.

There he was, living his life like nothing had happened. He was laughing, showing off his vibrant teeth which once used to melt my heart. His eyes caught mine and his lips rose into a devilish smile, his eyes twinkling in amusement. He knows what he's done to me and he has no shame.

I hate that he can see how bad he has broken me. I hate that i'm so fragile and I can't believe I let him do this to me even when I saw it coming from miles away.

I always forced myself to believe him when he said that he loved me. That nagging feeling that I felt when he would say those three words, I pushed them away. Every single time. I wish that I could forget him and all the memories but he was my first love, and unfortunately I don't know if i'll ever be able to forget him.

I broke the eye contact we had been holding and headed out the school building. Being in his gaze, it felt like I was drowning all over again. It was as if he had compelled me and made me think of the past, reliving every moment. Every time he's around, oxygen seems to be nonexistent.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" his voice made my blood cold but I kept walking to my car.

"Stop running away from me, baby doll." Without having to turn around, I knew that he had a smirk on his face. He was playing his games again but I continued to walk until I reached my car and opened my bag to look for my keys. My hands were shaking and sweaty as I searched for them. Hurry up, please. I told myself. Get away from him. My fingers finally met the keys and with my luck, I happened to drop them on the ground. I bent down to get them but he beat me to it. Our hands collided for a split second but there was no longer that special connection. Instead it felt as if he had electrocuted me.

"Are these yours?" he asked stupidly. Ignoring him, I reached for the keys but my height did not do me justice. "Give them back please." I mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

"Ah so she finally speaks." Casually he leaned against my car and kept that beautiful yet poisonous smile on his face. "Where are we going today babe?" Babe. I never cringed so hard at the word before.

"I'm not going anywhere with you Michael." I just wanted to be home, or away with someone else. "Just give me the keys back." Of course he ignored me and instead he moved closer to me.

"I missed hearing you say my name." His hand slowly came up to my face, putting a strand of hair behind my ear. It was wrong. I didn't want him to touch me but Michael's hand was warm and soft, they were starting to feel like home all over again. I missed him like crazy every day and night. I missed having him by my side, I missed the way he would make me laugh and love. It was as if his touch took me to another world because for just a few seconds, I forgot about everything.

I was in a trance.

I was lost.

I wanted to stay like this forever, in his arms.

Feeling his hot breath on my ear, it brought the chills down my spine. " I know you still want me." His voice was full of cockiness. Instantly I pulled away from him and snatched the keys out of his other hands. " Leave me alone."

"You know I can't do that. You're by far my favorite little toy." Those last words stung. It broke me more than words could ever explain. I felt the hot tears starting to form and anger as well. I don't know what took over me but before I could stop myself, my hand collided with his cheek.

" I'm sorry, I didn't me-"

Instantly his hand gripped my wrist in a tight grasp, that I honestly thought my bone would snap any minute. "Michael, let go of me now." It hurt. He was hurting me so bad that I could no longer keep the tears back. He wasn't listening though. Instead he tightened his grip on me and pushed me against the car, putting all his weight on my body. I couldn't breathe. I tried pushing him away, but his body was rock solid.

"You're going to fucking regret do-" before he could finish, I heard someone yell out to us.

"That's no way to treat a lady, get your fucking hands off of her!" Michael's body was instantly off of mine and I felt oxygen enter my lungs. Without looking up to see who had saved me, I picked up my keys that had fallen to the floor and instantly got in the car, reversing back and driving away. Through the rear view mirror I saw a black hooded guy holding Michael by the collar. I wish I could've thanked him, whoever he was but I just had to get out of there.

I know for a fact that Michael isn't going to stop going after me.

After all, he said I was his favorite toy but I was done playing his games.

I already broke my bones enough playing at his ways.