Love Syndrome - Rewritten

16.2

Big trigger warning - same reasons as always, unfortunately. 

There is swearing - I've seen some writers put a warning about it, so I thought I should too. If you don't like that, please don't continue to read - or try to ignore it, it's just words in my opinion - because pretty much all the characters swear and don't think too much of it. 

Brick's P.O.V 

I froze.

I knew, no matter what I did, I would not be able to break free from him...not in this position. 

My tears were now fully flowing down my face while I held back sobs, trying my best to stop a full blown freakout. 

I can't believe I like this guy. 

No.

I can't let myself fall into his toxic trap. I have to get out somehow. 

But all I could think of doing was to give in to whatever he wanted, apologize until he forgave me, and then end things once he's calmed down. 

Are you really going to let yourself get treated this way.

I have no other choice! Go away. I angrily forced the voice back into the depths of my mind. 

As I concentrated back on the present, I blinked away some more tears, finally calming down after thinking of a plan. 

When I looked up at Day, I saw that he still had that evil look on his face. Like watching me in pain was the most entertaining thing he had ever seen in his life. 

"P-please. Let m-me explain." I forced words out of my aching throat, determined to make one last effort...because honestly - I had no idea to what extent this man was willing to go to, just to 'teach me a lesson.' 

He scoffed at me and didn't move his hands, but his grip loosened just a little, indicating that he would give me a chance. 

Before I could start talking, however, he leaned down, pressing his lips against mine, his free hand drifting to my hips and pushing my body down. I squirmed around, trying to get him to back up so I could actually try and resolve the issue, but he wouldn't budge. 

His hand on my waist slipped under my shirt, slowly moving up my side. 

I tried to resist the kiss, but I had been about to talk when he had leaned down - so he had full access to my mouth - and despite me absolutely not being in the mood, kissing him just felt calming...it felt right. 

I started kissing him back...softly at first, then as he started moving his body, slowly grinding against me...I moved with him. 

I was lost in his embrace, in his warmth, in the sudden gentleness of his actions. I was becoming swept away from my thoughts, my fear...my anger. But when I felt his hand touch my nipple, I was snapped back to my senses. 

Are you fucking crazy!

I screamed at myself. 

My eyes snapped open and I wondered when I had even closed them. 

And when I looked at the person kissing me, I saw a face I thought I had left in the past, years and years ago. A face that I thought would never haunt me again. 

I almost gagged, a pit forming in my stomach and I felt the room spin. 

Immediately, I shoved him away, both of us being distracted coming to my advantage. 

I had pushed him so hard, he had almost fallen of the bed. 

Rushing to the other side of the bed, I stood up as quickly as I could - I didn't want to be in that vulnerable position again.