"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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"No!" A scream erupts from my throat as I see Zane pin Cal to the wall by his throat, his feet off the ground. My heart drops and I rush to his side.
"How. Fucking. Dare. You" He presses Cal further into the wall with each word. I don't know what the fuck to do, so I grab his arms and try to pull him off. It doesn't work.
"Zane, stop it!" I dig my nails into his biceps, but that only makes him turn his head towards me. His hands remain fixed on Cal's throat.
"Don't" His deathly tone causes shivers to run down my spine.
He turns his attention back to the figure currently pinned to the wall, and I notice his fingers dig deeper into the flesh of Cal's neck.
"No one" He says, and slams his head against the wall. I scream and cover my ears. "No fucking one touches what's mine and lives"
"Zane, please. I'll talk to him. Just let him go!" I scream and meet Cal's eye. I can't even bear to look at him. I know how many questions are running wild inside his head right now. He didn't even know I was friends with Zane, let alone the fact that I was dating him.
He doesn't listen to me, and continues bashing his head on the wall with almost no effort. Finally, when I've had enough, I scream. "Zane Elias Aleksander, you let him go or I swear to God you'll never see my face again!"
A few moments pass and when I think that he's not going to let go, Cal falls to the ground with a thump. I run over to him and cradle his head on my chest, my eyes filled with tears. When I touch his head, blood coats my entire hand. I can't help the scream that I let out.
I don't even realise when the ambulance arrives. I keep pressing my hand tightly to the wound, my bloody hands shaking. The ambulance stops a few feet away and they take Cal, placing him on a bed inside. Tears still flood down my cheeks as it rushes away.
Now that the commotion is over, it's just the two of us in the parking lot.
My hands tightly clench at my sides, I take a deep breath, and I storm over to him. He doesn't look at me, but at my blood-covered hands.
I don't have the words. I can't form straight sentences without my throat giving up. I just look at his face for a few seconds. He finally raises his eyes to look at me. They almost look sorry.
"Astraea-" "Don't" I recite his words from earlier. He sighs and closes his eyes, his hands reaching over to hold mine. I step back.
A sob finally leaves my throat. It's almost relieving. At least now my throat doesn't have a massive rubber ball stuck inside. I lift my bloody, shaky hands to wipe my eyes, the blood smearing on my cheeks.
He takes another step forward and gets ahold of my shoulders. I thrash until he releases me.
"He kissed you" He speaks, his voice flat. I swallow thick over my sobs and nod. "You knew how I'd react" I breathe heavily. He tries to kiss me, but I push him away. "You KNEW how I'd react and yet you still did it!" I scream, the cold air of the parking lot blowing my hair away from my face.
