Don't you dare.

Don't you dare enchant me with those eyes.

  ((A/N: Sorry folks, had some grammar updates and stuff, still might be confusing in some parts, but I tried to fix it))
     I'm already almost done being a Junior. When I started high school, I thought it would take forever for me to even get to this point, but here I am, the final week of school and a soon to be senior I am as I walk down the halls. This really shouldn't be a 'flex' but considering most of my family haven't even made it past being sophomores, you can tell why it's a big deal to me. I'm the gem in a blood line of drug heads, at least that's how I see it. While my siblings are out getting high and fucking people twice their age, I'm at home studying, taking care of those younger than me- and older, as I also take care of the only person who's ever given a damn about my care. While lost in thought, I bump into someone, the one person I didn't want to deal with today, her.
       "fuck" I say, turning around, getting ready to try and get away. I never do. "Hell no" I hear a voice say behind me, I feel something grab the back of my black hoodie and yank me, as I said, I never get away. Before I can ever turn around, I already say "I'm sorry" more times than I can count, and am blocking my face, she always aims for the face. I can hear her laugh, that menacing and annoying laugh I've had to deal with for years. "You don't get to not watch where you're going and then scurry away, little mouse." She says, I can hear two more voices snickering, her two lackies. "Aww, look Willow, he's already blocking his face" one of the voices says, I can't care to remember her name, but she's always there, always mocking me, always cheering her on- cheering Willow on as she torments me.
     "Move your hands, and I promise I'll hit you softer~" Willow says her tone switching to a fake comforting one. Willow hitting softer? There's no such thing, she only knows how to hurt, no soft punches, no pulling punches, just full-on hard hits. Willows sighs loudly "Look you fucking rodent, I don't have time for this today, I'm already annoyed, so just give me your lunch money and we'll call it a day, yeah?" I stay silent- what else can I do? She's not serious, she never is. Willow scoffs and rips my hands away from my face, pushing me against the wall "You never fucking listen, do you?"
    I look away from her, but end up looking at her two supporters, one recording the other smiling and watching. I look the other way and see an empty hallway, no help anywhere. "Where's my money for today mouse?" Willow asks, already rummaging through my pockets as if they're hers. I don't respond, wrong move on my part. I hear her snicker then feel a fist connect with my gut, my body tries to double over on its own, but she slams me back against the wall, "Where is" She leans into my left ear "my fucking money?". I can't think straight, all I can think is don't cry, don't show her it hurts. That never works, I never listen to myself, I always cry. I need to respond. Talk, shout, scream for help, do something you idiot! Nothing comes out, Willow grabs my face in her hand and tries to force me to stare into her eyes, which I don't "If you won't answer I'll just beat it out of you, you know I will." Do I though? I won't get my hopes up, she punches me all the time, who's to say she won't beat me senseless?

       "Mac took it" I let out, though not loud she's close enough to hear me anyway. She pulls away and looks at me, bewildered "He..." She pauses and looks away, then back to me "took it?" I nod in response "Little mouse, I need a verbal response, you should know this by now" She replies. "yes" I say in a barely audible voice, she lets out a slight giggle, saying "And that's why you're my little mouse". Willow holds me by my shirt as she thinks "I need to teach him a lesson, he's been getting awfully bold lately" She practically hisses, which catches me off guard, they both love torturing me and I've seen them hanging out. I honestly thought they were dating, but I guess even observational 'nerds' like me can be wrong. Willow slides her hand down my cheeks, resting her index finger below my chin, her thumb on top of it.

     "Look me in the eyes, Mouse", I don't, and she slams her free hand onto the lockers left of my head. "I said look in my eyes." She says again, sounding more pissed off and irritated. I hesitate and let out a shaky breath- Have I been trembling this entire time? I don't have an answer for that, but I do as she demanded and look into her eyes. I can feel the tears pushing to get out from my eyes again, how is she doing this? I can feel my heart rate quickening, I can feel my face reddening. "Do I have to tell you again, little mouse? Your money is mine, your time is mine, your food is mine." She lets out a laugh that makes a shiver rush down my spine "Hell, if I wanted the clothes off your back, you'd give them to me, because guess what? They're mine". 

     She leans in and whispers into my ear, I can feel my heart pace picking up more, am I going to have a heart attack? Why is my face so hot? Why won't I stop crying? She's practically kissing my ear at this point as she stops leaning in "You. Are. Mine." She whispers in a voice so soft it doesn't feel natural, she pulls back and smiles at me. She looks me with those eyes, those mystical blue eyes. I've been asking myself so many questions up until now but have avoided the question that's been gnawing at me the most. How can someone so cruel, so vicious, someone who's hurt me and stolen from me for YEARS-



                How can someone who is and does all of that make me fall in love with them?