Forgotten

9 | Promises

A/N- would just like to remind people I won't be giving individual trigger warnings for every chapter as some triggering subjects may appear very often, however they are all in the description of the book and if you aren't comfortable with any of those things then I don't think this book is for you. Thanks for reading <3

"Barty! What is wrong with you?" His arms were still wrapped around Bella from when he had pulled her into the small room. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that beamed as she squirmed in his strong hold.

"What is wrong with me? Nothing. Absolutely nothing." His response was quick and all lies, in Bella's opinion anyway. He had taken up a hobby of lying if it meant teasing her; to him it was amusing, watching the way her cheeks would adorn a faint flush and her eyes would look away for just a second before she would regain her composure and stare into the depths of his soul, a form of intimidation or even manipulation he was certain would work on others who even attempted to come close to her, but not for him. She couldn't scare him away.

"Nothing is wrong with you? Then why the fuck did you-" A finger against her lips had the air stagnant in her throat, no more words came out. It showed the sheer amount of power he had over her, just with a single touch he could stop her voice before it even started.

"I would watch your attitude Arabella." A warning was spoken more firmly than he intended, although he wanted her to hear and acknowledge what he was saying, he meant for her to see it as playful banter, it was beginning to sound as if he owned her in some twisted sort of way and that wasn't how he wanted her to feel about him.

"What are you going to do about it Barty? You, my brothers dearest friend, are all talk. Aren't you?" Bella mentioned the importance of her brother to prove her statement, nonetheless it did the complete opposite. Before she could manage to apologize for what she had said, her body was pushed against the wall of the train, his hands took her own, trapping her, not allowing any movement.

"You were saying darling? I thought I'd told you to watch your tongue, it doesn't seem you're all that talented at doing what I say. Is it that difficult to accomplish?" He couldn't stop himself when she was near, she brought out a side of him that nobody else saw, a possessive side that made him cringe with disappointment in himself.

"Why should I do anything you say? You do not tell me what to do as if I am one of the girls you take into your bed." The jealousy in her voice was unwanted and unnecessary but she didn't have control over that. An awful emotion really, but she felt it so very often.

"I do not take girls to bed my love, they welcome me into their own. I would not lower myself to the standard of letting somebody into such a place." He also shared a room with Evan which did make it so much more difficult to even get girls inside but that was not the only reason.

"As if any dignified woman would ever do such a thing as spend a night with you." Bella couldn't believe that anybody would ever want to do such a thing with him, he was boyish and immature, well in most situations she would say so, "Do you pin all of the women you fuck against the wall or is that just something you reserve for me only?" 

"I do not do this to everyone, but you're not just any girl are you Bella and I'm sure I could convince you one day to lay with me. You are not immune to my charm." He didn't realise the truth in his statement but she was almost certain that nobody was immune to such things.

"I would never." His eyes flicked between her lips and her shimmering eyes that were constantly trailing his own.

"It is quite unfortunate to see you changed out of the gorgeous skirt you had on, you looked ravishing. Just as you do now." Barty's voice was a mere whisper in her ear, his mouth so close that his lips brushed the skin just below as he pulled away.