"𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴..."

chapter 5

                         ❝ Sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇ, ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ғᴜɴɴʏ! ❞

"Don't come any closer Billy, I'm going home." I turn and start walking towards the door.

He remains calm and quiet, and his voice holds an edge of coldness and threat. "Don't push me." He takes another step forward. "I'm in a really bad mood today." His tone becomes calmer and smoother, but that edge of threat doesn't go away. He seems more in control of himself as he takes another step forward. I begin to really worry about my safety. "Do you want to test me?" I can sense his calmness is part of his cruelty. He smiles, but his eyes and face are still cold and cruel.

I quickly grab my bag.

His face remains calm and relaxed, even as his eyes stare coldly and with cruel enjoyment at the fact that I've grabbed my bag. The threat is evident, as I can tell he's willing to use violence if he has to. The calmness seems to give him more of an edge, as if he knows exactly what will happen if he does hurt me. The mask of calmness and cruelty seems to fit him perfectly, and I have no way of knowing whether I'll be safe if I get on his bad side. But I know I need to try to get away now.

I completely ignore his words and start unlocking the door.

He appears behind me and grabs me by the wrist, his hand squeezing hard. The cruel look is back on his face again, and he speaks quietly. His voice is cold and cruel. He's still calm, but there's a lot more threat behind the coldness now. "Don't." I'm not going to get away unless I do something to stop him.

"GET OFF ME!" I try to escape his tight grip which starts to bruise, but he is too strong.

He continues to hold on to my wrist, and he takes another step towards me, closing the distance between us. He doesn't seem like he plans to listen to me telling him to get off me. But it's clear the anger and violence are starting to come back more into his expression. "You heard me. I'd do what I say if I were you." He's still holding on to my wrist quite roughly.

"Billy stop, y-you're hurting me," I look into his eyes, trying to find some kind of humanity.

He pulls his hand off of my wrist, but he also moves to stand in front of the door, blocking my exit. Even though he's not holding on to me anymore, the cruelty and threat behind his calmness doesn't go away. I'm stuck here, unless I can get past him. He blocks the whole door, and is now close to me, the coldness and cruelty and threat behind his eyes even greater than before as he seems to enjoy it. "You should really just listen." His voice remains calm and smooth, but his words are still threatening.

"That's it, I'm calling the police." I say while stepping away from him and pulling my mobile out of my pocket.

"Who are you supposed to call them on, me?" He smirks again, while still blocking the door. "Don't bother." His voice is still quite calm, but there's anger behind it. He doesn't even bother to try and hide this. He's willing to use any kind of violence he wants, and he speaks with complete confidence. "I'm not going to get in any trouble with the police, Y/N. I never do." He leans closer to me once more. "Now, are you going to listen to me or keep on embarrassing yourself?"

"Fuck you, I'm calling Dewey to come get me. So, move."

His demeanor changes once more, and he steps away from the door and smiles. It's a sinister smile though, with all of the coldness and cruelty behind it. But the threat is gone. "Fine, go on, call him." I can see that his anger has vanished, but it can easily come back, and he's still blocking the door. He continues to act calm and smooth, but the threat is still there behind his words. "Why are you so afraid?" He's not even trying to hide it. He knows he's scary and threatening.