Part 10

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Achilles pov:

"It's fine...just...threaten me like you always do, like you don't feel the fucking sparks!" His words cut through my heart.

I sighed before grabbing his wrist, pulling him
onto his knees and cupping his face forcing our bodies closer.

Our lips crashed together, my left hand cupped his cheek, and my opposite hand was on the small of his back, making sure he couldn't leave me.

Our lips fell in sync as neither of us pulled away.

The feeling...I thought the sparks were intense. This feeling was incomparable...something I've never felt before.

Something no one has experienced before.

"Holy shit..." I muttered out, trying to catch my breath.

"You can say that again...." he whispered, smirking as he continued to breathe harshly.

"Holy shit..." I said with a smirk.

My lips fell on his once more as he grabbed my chest, indicating he thoroughly enjoyed it. I pushed myself off the ground, never letting out lips leave each other as I forced him to fall onto his back. As I crawled over him. My hand traveled to his hips.

As our kiss grew stronger, his hands were completely exploring my torso. Which only added sparks all over my body.

We both pulled away, panting. His wide eyes were incredibly adorable, and a small smile appeared on his face.

The door swung open behind us. Making me jump up and Kyson scramble up to his feet as his friend Malik stood at the door with his lips parted slightly.

I awkwardly rushed to cover my mouth with my hand.

"Did I interrupt something?" He said as his lips upturned into a small smile.

Kyson cleared his throat and stepped forward before I could say anything.

"N-no...did you need something?"
He stuttered before gaining eye contact with Malik.

"Yea, some papers were dropped off, we think you should look at, from the town." He spoke firmly before crossing his arms. I grabbed my black mask off my nightstand and covered my mouth.

"But uh - I'll let you two...play." He winked, making Kyson blush before he pivoted out of the room.

Kyson turned back to me with bright red cheeks, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
His eyes scanned my face, catching a glimpse of my now-covered mouth.

"I uhm should-"

"If he says anything or makes any joke about my sexuality or...this for that matter. I will slice your throat and rip it apart with my hands." I watched as his facial expression completely fell, his eyes trailing to the ground avoiding eye contact with me.

"Oh..." he whispered. It brought frustration out in me. I just fucking kissed him, and his friend completely saw...after having a goddamn night terror...which no one has ever witnessed, and all he says is, oh...

If any of them slip that I was with a guy, I will lose all respect I've earned from this kingdom. Or even the surrounding ones, for that matter.

"Oh? That's all you're going to fucking say?" I walk closer, backing him up against the wall.

His eyes race with panic as he glances from wall to wall, altogether avoiding eye contact.

"Malik won't tell anyone! I've known him for years...he won't tell anyone!" His voice is weary and rushed out.

Before it turns to a whisper as I back up away from him. "I promise..." he whispers before glancing up at me.

"Good. Now leave me alone." I growled lowly. He looked up at me, eyes filled with pain, making my stomach sink.

"Why don't you leave, Achilles...?" He whispered.

"You're gonna question that right now?!" I spoke loudly, attempting to intimidate him.

"Yes...Because I know you won't hurt me, I know you're all talk, especially after seeing you with those kids. And I want to know why." He spoke in the same tone as earlier.

He thinks I won't hurt him...
This is what I get for letting him see me around kids.
He thinks I have enough control not to hurt him...

"Is it because you feel it? Do you feel what I felt the first day I saw you? Or maybe because you're afraid of being alone? Hm?" My head snapped to him, practically giving me a whiplash.

"Shut up, Kyson! I'm not afraid of being alone! I've been alone practically my whole life!" I shouted before taking a breath.

"If I stay... everything is changed, the papers, the media...the town...will see. It'll save my reputation. It has nothing to do with you."

I watched him nod emotionless, inhaling sharply.
"'Kay." He whispered before leaving the room, not letting any tears slip from his pretty blue eyes.

"Gah!" I shouted with frustration once the door clicked shut. I paced the room, my hands running through my hair with frustration coursing through my veins.

I ripped my mask off, which was making it impossible to breathe.

I tugged at the ends of my hair. I walked into the bathroom practically shaking, slamming the door behind me.

Why would I say that to him?

The pain in his eyes haunted my thoughts.
As my words were thrown at him, completely shattering his heart.

I grew painfully frustrated at myself as the words I spoke to the only person who cared about me...
Why does he care about me? No fucking clue.

He's the only one who doesn't want me dead—the only one who doesn't see me as a mass murderer.

Yet I did what I do best. I ruined it. I completely fucking destroyed it all.

The next thing I know, my fist is slammed through the bathroom mirror, completely shattering it. I hissed at the pain as I glanced up through the broken mirror. My cheeks were damp with tears.

My disgusting scar stood out noticeable as ever, the nasty purplish red line.

It proved how much I deserved it. How pathetic I was, I couldn't even fight them off...to save myself.

I grabbed a piece of glass, clenching it in my hand, the multiple sharp edges digging into the palm of my hand as I continued to stare back at my awful reflection.

I glanced at the crimson blood dripping on the white countertop. The same blood slipped down my chin and throat the night I gained my scar.

I dropped the bloodied piece of glass as the pain became numb.
I was still shaking with adrenaline as I walked over and grabbed my pack of cigarettes. I lit one as sweet blood continued dripping down my forearm...

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