Love Syndrome - Rewritten

15.2

//I really struggled trying to find a song that was long enough for this and matched the vibe/atmosphere I wanted to create for this chapter. If you don't like this song - or feel that this chapter shouldn't have a song, please let me know because I'm indecisive. Thanks :) //

Trigger warning - I think - for attempted SA/SH and violence, I'll put in markers for where to skip to, incase anyone wants to skip that part. 

Brick's P.O.V

Taken aback by the sudden touch, I look to my right to see who it was. I should have already known though, of course it was Day who was now holding my hand in a tight grip with a look on his face that caused my hands to start shaking. 

I don't know why but he had a look of anger - and maybe worry - but mostly anger, written on his face. I pulled my hand back aggressively because how dare he look at me like that? I haven't done anything wrong...that I'm aware of. 

In doing so, though, I ended up spilling my drink all over my shirt. I had underestimated the strength it would take to actually pull myself out of his grip. 

I suddenly had the realization of how cliché this was. I chuckled and then scoffed at the thought, then at the audacity this man had to look even angrier. 

Sighing in frustration, I asked him in the most venomous and sassy tone I could muster, "What?"

Glaring up at him with my arms crossed tightly over my wet shirt, I watched as he clenched and unclenched his jaw, his hands forming fists at his side. He forced out what was an attempt at a calming sigh but really wasn't. 

"I don't want to deal with a drunk person tonight. Keep the drinking to a minimum, otherwise I'm going to punish you, got it?" Day whispered in a calm yet clearly angry tone, leaning done to say it in my ear. 

I shivered at the closeness, but it was the anger I felt that caused me to step back, away from him. 

"You think you have a right to say what I can and can't do? If you would have asked me not to get drunk because you want to spend time with me while I'm sober, I probably would've considered not drinking much. But since you think you have the right to order me around, fuck off." I said the last part through gritted teeth, leaning up to get in his face before scoffing again, at his shock. 

As I turned around to get another drink and then walk away, he grabbed my wrist again...but this time it was rougher. It actually hurt. Day had pulled me so hard that my shoulder collided with his chest, my ear right next to his mouth. What he said next did nothing but further enrage me. 

"You're going to regret this." 

Day took advantage of my shock and started pulling me towards the beach house and up to our room. 

And I just let him. 

When we were walking away, I vaguely heard my friends oohing and cheering - they probably thought we were leaving early for reasons that were far from the truth. There was no way he was touching me tonight. 

As we had been walking, my anger began bubbling over but it wasn't until I was thrown into the room that I was snapped back into reality. 

"What the fuck do you think you're do-" I started shouting at him, grateful for the sound proofed walls (yes we had gotten a beach house with sound proofing because we are all horny young people). 

My gratefulness died with the cutting off of my sentence as Day forced his lips onto mine.

Trigger Warning