Revenge Is Sweet

7 - Virago

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

He's going to kill me.

My chest feels heavy and I find it hard to breathe. His harsh grip on my upper arms makes my heart pump faster than it should and I feel terrified tears forming, burning at the corners of my eyes.

"Stop running from me."

I can barely breathe. It all comes out shallow and is never enough air to fill my lungs.

This is what I wanted. I wanted him to end it for me a long time ago. Why am I so afraid? This is how it works.

"You're hurting me." I whisper, my voice comes out quiet and too wobbly. It's pathetic and not what I want my last words to be.

I want my last words to be making fun of him for being a virgin.

Greyson blinks and looks down at his hands. He lets go of me immediately but I still hold my breath, watching him take a few steps back from me.

"Oh." He whispers, the scowl dropping from his face immediately.

He's...not going to kill me...?

"I—You were just..." Greyson trails off and huffs, looking away from me. "You wouldn't stop." He reasons. He shakes his head at himself. "Answer me, Sophia." He demands, less harsh than before. Way less harsh.

I stare at him, still uncomfortable and afraid. A tear manages to slide down my cheek, so I quickly raise my hand to wipe it away in an attempt to act like I'm not afraid of him.

It clearly doesn't work. Greyson's eyes widen and he takes a little step back again, his back hitting the wall across from me.

"What was the question?" I clear my throat and suck in a deep breath to calm myself.

Greyson stares at me. "What...um," He pauses like he forgot the question himself. "What were they talking about back there?" He asks. "They mentioned your Dad and—Will you stop crying? Please?" He cuts himself off to huff and remind me to hold back the tears.

I clear my throat again, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat. "I'm not crying." I argue as I drag the back of my hand over my eyes, sniffling.

I'm not crying because that'd be pathetic. And I'm not afraid of him because that's also pathetic.

But god, the way he yelled at me. The way he grabbed me and harshly squeezed, reminding me that he could snuff the life right out of me in one simple movement.

It was...familiar. Way too familiar. And it hurt. It still hurts. Not so much physically but somewhere inside.

"Soph," Greyson huffs weakly. "C'mon." He urges, glancing around the room rather helplessly. "Stop it."

I scoff. "Don't you think I'm trying?" I snap, desperately wiping my face of the tears that rapidly fall. I hiccup as I try to hold my breath and stop it.

It's the freakin' floodgates. I break once every blue moon and I can never help it.

Greyson helplessly stares. "I...I didn't hurt you that bad, did I?" He quietly asks. His expression is something close to heartbroken, surprisingly remorseful.

I shake my head quickly. "No. No, I'm not even crying so," I shrug and look down at the ground, trying to concentrate.

Greyson groans and suddenly lifts his hands. My gasp gets caught in my throat before it can even come out fully. I move back as far as I can against the wall. Greyson freezes with his hands in his hair.