When Worlds Collide- Nyx x oc (Archeron)

Untitled Chapter 10

TW: Mature Themes (Drug Use, Trauma Responses) and Passive Voice Mentions of Sexual Assault. 

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sorry I didn't label this chapter like the others; I was too lazy and thought it was kinda funny to leave it unlabeled

Madelaine

    My soul has just been has just been entwined or something cause I can feel a shit ton of power–that I am cautiously assuming is night–heating my veins.

    My mouth drops open as I look at Nyx dubiously, who is currently slurping up the oatmeal like it's his last meal.

    Maybe it will be after I'm done with that hoe.

    "No way did you just trick me to mate with you." I stare at him, not able to contain my shock. "Is that what just happened? Is that how this mating shit happens in your world?" He looks up into my eyes, and I see guilt and sorrow in his.

    I should have fucking known better. He just asked me an all or nothing question: "Would I be willing to do anything for freedom?" And even though I had already told him like five seconds previous, that I just wouldn't mate with him.

    "You. Fucking. Bastard." I seethe.

    Something other than power is heating up my veins. Lust, mixed with a shit-ton of anger.

    "Why The Hell Am I Horny?!" I yell at him, laughing maniacally and then some part of my snaps and unleashes.

    I'm in my old apartment in The Bronx. Mott Haven. I used to call it Drug Haven. That's what it was. Everyone used at a young age. So did I. I couldn't withstand peer pressure because I needed friends, or at least something close to it. I also needed an escape from him.

    Drake.

    The memories come crashing down on me, forcing, pushing me to the ground. He lays a hand on my shoulder. I scream as loud as possible. No one is there to help. My moms passed out with a needle in her arm. She's useless. It's only me and him. What's real and what's fake? Was my tentative relationship with him fake? I reach for the knife in my rundown apartment's kitchen. I thought I was going to use it on him but I just want to use it on myself instead.

    I can't do this anymore.

    My worlds unblended. I'm holding a knife to my throat. Nyx watches in horror.

    "Jesus fuck. This book is moving way too fast for me." I remove the fatal object from my throat. "You know what?" I say with a normal, cheery voice, even as tears are streaming down my cheeks. "Let's j..." Deep breaths. "Just forget this happened." I choke the last few words out.

   "That's not the way to handle things." Nyx takes small steps towards me, then lifts my hand with the knife in it and, he kisses it, then grabs the object.

    "Damn you." I wipe the undersides of my eyes with my forefinger and thumb. "I had a bit of a freak out. But it's too early in the book for that. I have quite literally made it through ten chapters, and am only on the morning of day too. Damn, I suck with pacing."