Silver Dust; In The Darkness (UNDER EDITING)

Five (Edited)

Chapter Five

Harmony's POV

Well, Crap.

Crap!!

Can anyone tell me what on earth did I ate that I resorted into doing this?

Well, maybe if I learned a thing about that so called 'privacy' I wouldn't be standing here now, in this badly lit room with a stranger pinning my back against his chest and sharp object pointed at me.

"Who are you?" His breath fanned the base of my neck as he asked through gritted teeth. His left hand was around my neck as he pinned me on his incredibly masculine upper body.

Did I say crap? CRAP!

As expected, took me a lot of time to convince Haji to let me buy the car. Last night was the first time Symphony heard about the car I wanted to buy and he demanded one, too. We argued about why Haji should buy me the car when he doesn't have any when he was supposed to be the older brother and Hunter and Haji already have theirs. He supposed to be the one to have a car next.

That was how Belle found us, in her kitchen, arguing.

I ended up having to tell her everything and she told me she'd see what she can do. But, she has that 'you'll definitely have that car by the end of the week' look on her face.

I've gone to the auto shop today and asked the mechanics where the car was since I hadn't seen it in the front then he told me it was sold. I almost did a cartwheel on the beefy looking mechanic. I literally run my way back to the mansion and there I saw it, all black and dusty. My 1998 Chevrolet jeep.

Only it wasn't delivered for me. No. I was for a certain anti-social freak who lives in his room and about to be dead. Cause of death? Choking on a car key.

Fuming, I marched to his room, banged on his door in an intention of breaking it and rattled his door knob. I did not know what I got myself into until I was knee deep on it.

"Do I need to repeat myself? Who-!"

"Harmy-Harmony! I'm Harmony!" I cut him off.

I felt him flinch as I answered. Have I threatened him? Oh, his sooo going to eat me.

Well, shit! On toast! Why do I have to answer him high-pitched?

"Please let me go." I begged.

Fudge cake. I swear I'm the luckiest human on earth. Note the sarcasm.

"Give me a good reason to do that?" His voice was husky and deep as he spoke but, I shivered at his tone, so profound it was sinister. I got the warning behind his sentence though. He basically said 'One wrong move, bitch and you'll say hello to a brand new hole in your body.'

Great!

Think Harmony! Think!

Easy to say though, anyone at my situation could've been a better thinker. I was really not cut for that thinking on your feet thing. Thinking was really not my forte and I don't force myself to think all the more now that I was frightened and my thoughts are rumbled. What would my brothers do if they were in this situation? Flip this thing backward?

Wait, you need force and height to do that and Mr. Skate Board here is a good foot taller than me. So, fat chance that'd work.

What should I do? Think of all those self defence lessons dad told you... Think. That word, again.