Rage

♠SEVENTEEN♠

Every second that pass i spend it on staring at the knife on the rack, how perfectly it'll fit in the plain white wall, one second, two second and i dont hesitate. the knife is in my palm. Im about to throw it directly at the wall, the clean target when a hand stops me. Dior.

"What in the world of red violets and blue roses, are you doing?" She says, her hands on mine. I snap towards her still frowning.

"I needed to let off some steam" i say and with that she already knows Her "boss" has pissed me off. Whatever happened yesterday is a rare reminder of why i hate him. Im angry about his scars, im angry that he shut me up and lastly im angry im kidnapped.

I need to get out of here.

Dior raises empty bottles of liquor, alcohol and spice bottles. "Practice your anger on this" she says and im suprised she's supporting this. Helping my anger, i grab the bottle when her light voice stops me again. "Just not here, the backyard is a good open area" she says and i flash her a smile, one saying thank you and with that the exact seven bottles are in my arms. "You do know violets are blue and roses are red" i say a bit concern and she laughs before placing a towel on the counter.

I walk to the backyard, its an open area indeed, the gardens are filled with flowers, tulips, my favourite, i abandon the bottles and start picking the tulips one by one. If i cant get out of here, i might as well get the littles things i want.

I dust my knees after picking as much as i want and i loosen my hair from its band, Diors band. I needed to borrow another one since Sal was being the ass he is and stole the last one.

I tie it around the stems of the flowers, gorgeous, they're perfectly gorgeous. I sit on the hard bricks surrounding the flowers and then i feel the urge to break that glass, soo damn hard.

I grab the glass and a rough hard stops me, now what? I turn only to see that annoying shade of grey eyes standing beside me. "If you're going to practice your rage, do it elsewhere" he says gaze on the bottles.

"These cars are a fortune" he gestures to the cars at the far end of our surrounding, his eyes never darting to my brown ones, i eye him. "Evening to you too" i says.

"Im not surprised there's no 'Good' in it" he says and maybe he's staring at me but i cant see him, the only access of light are the ones at the side walls and at the far end of the gates.

"Leave me alone" i say grabbing the flowers and as much bottles as i can,  making way back inside the house and he follows. And my curiosity gets the best of me. "Your not supposed to be here till tomorrow" i say and i feel his stupid eyes burn a hole at the back of my head.

"Do you wish i go back?" His voice is rough and i answer with no hesitation "yes" he steps back, if thats a shocker, wait till you see the gardens ive destroyed. I drop the bottles hating that i didnt get the chance to use them.

"What else do you wish?" He asks and i look at him, what kind of question is that. I hold up a finger when i say "i wish to have you under my little finger, and i wish to make you feel the soo much hate i have for you, i wish to see you devasted and erupted with fear, i wish to scare you" i say. His hands are tugged into his pocket and he has that boyish smile on his lips. Does he think this is a joke?

"I also wish to have your face ripped off so i cant see that stupid smile or smirk you always have on" i say and he smiles widely and another moment he's laughing. Ive never seen him laugh.