ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ {ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ}

I Bet You Do

{Mercy's POV}

I looked back and forth between his honey colored eyes, and dropped my gaze to my wrists.
He already knew about my horrid past...
    Maybe he'll understand?
I took a deep breath and looked back up.
"My father is the reason Ronnie is dead, and somehow I have something to do with it."
His expression was blank for several moments, but his eyebrows slowly furrowed together.
"What?" he said flatly as he continued to stare at me. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"My father had Ronnie killed," I sighed and looked away. "I don't know why, but I know that it's true."
"Yeah, I heard you the first damn time," he growled. I looked up to see his eyes were full of fury once more. "Tell me how the hell you have something to do with it."
For a moment, I was frozen.
His eyes were pools of fire as he stared at me. His brows contorted into one pissed off line, and his nostrils flared as he breathed in and out.
    I guess I was wrong.
"Vinson told me that my father had her killed because of me," I said quietly and averted my eyes once again. "He said that my father was trying to piss me off. I don't know if he was trying to make me remember things, or if-"
A slam on the table cut me off and took my attention.
Shannon had rose to his feet and slammed our lunch trays against the table, sending pieces of food and silverware flying about.
He ran his hands through his hair and closed his eyes as he took a deep breath.
"I'm sick of this," he groaned as our eyes met again. I rose to my feet.
"Shannon, I-"
"No!" he growled, and leaned forward until we were inches apart. "Who the hell are you?" he screamed and shoved a finger in my chest.

"You know who I am," I said calmly, "I'm-"
I couldn't get the rest of my sentence out before his hand was clasped around my throat, his fingernails dug into my skin.
"Hey!" a voice came from behind him. "Get off of her!"
The stranger came at him from behind, but a swift kick from Shannon sent him to the ground.
In seconds a crowd formed around us as everyone watched nervously and talked amongst themselves.
"What's going on?"
"Somebody needs to stop him!"
"She's a beast, she can take care of this."
"My money's on the girl!"
"Parker, go get Levi, now."
My pulse thumped in my temples as Shannon constricted my breathing.
"Who... the hell are you?" Shannon sneered as his grip tightened, but I couldn't form the words.
I knew I could overpower him. I knew I could put him in his place right there, but I didn't have the heart.
"Who are you?" He shrieked and pulled me forward. He shifted his weight and pushed me onto the table, my back slammed against the wooden boards and a puff of air escaped my chest.
As quickly as it happened, Shannon was on top of me, straddling my body while his fingers continued to constrict my airways.
"Because of you, my friend is dead!" He cried, "And I don't even understand why!"
He let go of my throat as I pulled in deep breaths.
"Shannon," I coughed as I drew in a quivering breath. "I'm sorry, I-I don't understand it either."
"How?" he seethed. "How can you be the reason she's dead and not even understand? How can you talk about her death as if you're talking about the weather, when you're the reason she's gone?"
I could feel his body shaking as he straddled mine. For a moment, he stared at me, and searched both my eyes for answers.
He didn't find any, and I didn't know what to say.
His tears quickly dried up as he pulled his shoulders back and closed his fist.