Our Dark Love

𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖶𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖸 𝖥𝖨𝖵𝖤 .2



BRIANNA

In shock I took a step back and looked up at the guy who had pulled me forward. It was Carter. He didn't stop at one punch. It wasn't until Jax had to take him off because everyone was too scared to say or do anything.

Once he was upstraight, he looked down at the boys body, laying on the floor helpless. Something flashed through his eyes and he looked at his hands, knuckles were red and splatters of blood rested on them.

I was still panicked but he grabbed my arm and walked with me to the backyard where the pool was. The swarm of people parted like the Red Sea when they saw the glare on his face. As we got outside, he took me around the corner where no one would hear or see us, in the shadows. The music resumed but louder as attempts to overpower what just happened.

His hand wrapped around my throat, possesively. The blood stains parts of my neck and matching the dress I was wearing. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the inside of his cheek before chuckling, but it was humorless, like the molten silver in his eyes.

"You like to fuck with me, don't you?" I should as scared as everyone else by the party.

"Only in my free time." But I wasn't. He clenched his jaw at my response, my nipples hardened at his gaze on my lips and eyes.

"Nothing about this is fucking funny." He harshly let go of my throat, causing small but still oxygen to return to my lungs.

He looked stressed.
"Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?" His tone was deadly, he was beyond furious, maybe on the brink of true murder.

"Like you're angry." I hesitate to speak but get my words out.

"I let it slide when you kissed someone else, but letting him touch and kiss you was my last push." Each word was a second closer to bomb, I could feel it.

My throat dried up and yet I could still swallow down my fear.
"To what?"

"To claiming you as if you were mine." He admits, a little of the anger subsided but he was still pretty furious.

"I don't understand."

"You would never understand the amount of days a week I think of you and wish to have you as mine. To claim you in a way that you have already claimed me. I keep trying and trying but my attempts come for nought." He lowered his voice to a lust driven deadly tone, "what I would do to have you refuse every man's efforts to take you then ride me like I was the only person for you."

When I first started doing drugs I would get these time periods where I could hear my heart beating but I couldn't feel it. That was my heart right now. I can hear the tiny streams of blood, the fresh beat increasing with every word he said but I couldn't feel the hard drum against my chest.

My lips pressed together and my hands fisted. "I dont-"

"I was foolish. I was an idiot to act so immature towards you and drive you into this hate but I fucking loved it. Every second from the moment I wake up till I fall asleep, I was hoping for you to hate me. Hate me like I was meant to be hated but let it only be me. I wish I hadn't found you in the piano room because that night was the beginning of something I knew was doomed from the start."