Corrupted

Chapter 6

A bell rung in the room. I looked up, a bit confused. There is no reason for a stupid bell to ring. This isn't high school, bells shouldn't ring. I shoved myself off the bed, instantly regretting it because of my bruised ribs. They are mostly healed, but slightly tender still.

I had fallen asleep after unpacking my things. The clock on my white nightstand read 9:23 pm. I missed supper.

I stood up and walked over to the doorframe, sticking my head out. All of a sudden there was water pouring down on me. Crap! The fire alarm was pulled. I dashed out of the room. The hallway lights were off, everything was black. Shouting, there were people shouting. I could hear shoes slipping on the wet tile. Someone roughly grabbed my arm, yanking me to the side. "This way, Princess." I didn't need to see to know who it was. It was my Dark Angel, Dean. That arrogant jerk.

He pulled me out the back door, into the raining night. I stumbled and tried not to slip in the mud as he pulled me towards the forest, away from the building. I looked towards the windows and roof, yet there were no flames.

Dean pulled me back into the forest, the grass growing taller and shrubs sprouting about in between the pine trees. "What are you doing? Let go of me," I struggled against his firm hold on my upper arm. He pulled me into his body, by back against his chest, his arms around my waist, holding me in place. "Are you scared, Princess?" He asked with a sinister tone. I shuttered and tried to break free of his grip, yet he held me there.

I took back everything I said about him being fine and not having a reason to be here, he was a psychopath. Turing on the fire alarm to get me alone and out of the Rehab Center. He turned me around and looked me in the eye, his grin growing along with my fear.

"Are you afraid?"

"No," I lied.

"You should be."

I did the only possible thing to do when a girl is out in that situation, I ran. I ran towards the Rehab Center, towards people who could keep me safe. Next I know, I had my face in the mud. Dean had tackled me to the ground, and I grabbed at clumps of grass and other vegetation to pull myself away from him. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up to my feet. "Baby girl, you can't run from me," he grinned.

"Please just let me go, I don't know what you want from me, I don't have anything you would even want, just let me go back and I won't tell anyone," I pleaded, tears spilling out of my eyes. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Don't you see, I want you."

"Y-you want m-me...?" I stuttered as I stepped back from him.

"Are you scared of me?"

He stalked forward, his face unreadable. I thought about his question.

"I'm scared of what you could do to me."

"But Princess, you're even scared I could make you happy?"

"I know you couldn't make me happy," I spat, forgetting my fear. He was beautiful, but arrogant. Dangerous maybe, he couldn't make me happy. I want stability, not Dean.

His face became gentle, his fingers meeting my cheekbone just as gently. His eyes darted to my lips. Mine did the same. His lips were perfectly arched, wonderfully colored, and possibly amazingly soft. I shook my head, backing away. "Why do you do this?"

He cocked his head to the side, eyebrows furrowing together. "What do you mean?" he asked, looking completely unaware of what I was saying. "You know exactly what I mean. You go from angry and psychopathic to sweet and gentle. Why?"

He chuckled, his gentle side gone already. "Didn't I tell you princess? My story is screwed up."