This boy next to my room

18

June

A heavy silence follows, I look at him with all the rage I have assimilated since my arrival. I really needed it, I had to get out all this frustration he was giving me.His dark eyes probe into mine making me shiver, all the glint of amusement that was there completely gone leaving place to something else that I would not totally define as rage, but worse.

I then realize my uncontrolled gesture. Shit I slapped him! My eyes widen and they move from his to his cheek which has turned bright red, I fucking hurt him... My breath hitches and my throat knots, I can't believe I repeated the unforgivable act that mother-in-law used to do to me to punish me for my mischief with Connor. As much as I hate him I can't tolerate violence, whether it's on a man or a woman, it's still violence.

"I-I'm sorry... It just went away and I... didn't mean to.." I stammered with a trembling voice. I don't dare to look at him anymore because I know I'm going to feel even more guilty or even let my tears fall.

I regret my act even more when in a thousandth of a second, without having even had the time to take a breath, my back violently strikes the wall on the right of my bed. I was propelled to him by the one that I had just slapped. My emotions are amplified when his burning hand comes to settle then on my jaw in a firm and hard way.

"Are you serious? What do you think i am June, an fucking object to slap me like that ?" He growls.

"I'm sorry I told you, please let me go." I say in a breath.

I can feel that he's really pissed off but despite that he is containing himself. I don't know what he's really capable of so I keep my guard up. The last time I saw him get this angry was when he yelled at the cops when I arrived in the reformatory and frankly I could tell he was this close to hitting them.

Connor doesn't answer ; he just stares me with his dark eyes. I feel really uncomfortable because of this proximity between us, but I prefer not to say anything, waiting for him to go.

"Your green eyes are really filthy, bitch." He spits again before dropping my jaw.

It hurts, it really hurts. Until today I never saw my eyes as a real problem but since I'm here I start to hate them because of this kind of comments.

'The Grinch.'

'The green-eyed bitch.'

The only one who complimented me on it was Tyler, but I'm starting to think he didn't mean it.

"You're lucky, next time I won't hesitate to smash your slutty face against that wall." He finish.

"I hate you Connor !" I tell him in an extremely feverish voice.

A smile appears on his devilish face. "I know you hate me, and it's mutual. I came here to apologize for my behavior yesterday, but fortunately your slap put me the idea in my place and I want you to know that I don't have any pity for you anymore !"