HIS CAPTIVE

CAN'T BEG

"Should we introduce ourselves before becoming friends?" he asked. I looked at him, removing my gaze from the book.

"Ryan," he said with a soft smile on his face. He looked so charming that it made me feel something. I nodded my head softly before letting out the words...

"Maya Morles," I said in a slow voice. He was about to reply when we heard a loud voice...

"SORRY TO DISTURB YOU, MISS ANDREA, BUT I HAVE TO FIND SOMEONE..."

"Rhys..." The name unknowingly escaped my mouth. I quickly looked towards Ryan. He wasn't a little bothered by it, not even the teachers.

"Isn't he Senior Rhys, son of our college's biggest trustee?" he said, looking at me with a questioning gaze. I never knew about it; my face lost all its color after hearing that.

"And do you know who the trustee of this college is?" I shook my head no.

"Alessandro Bernard," Ryan said, showing his wide eyes. I looked at him blankly. "Alessandro Bernard, the mafia leader and the most powerful businessman, who kills people like ants, who tortures people just for fun, and his son is just like him—cruel." I clenched my fists in fear, feeling my eyes tearing up. I couldn't sit here anymore; I needed to run, run just to breathe.

"Ryan, I need to go outside," I said slowly while looking at him with my blurry vision.

He gave me an expression I couldn't understand because of the tears. He didn't say a word. I quickly blinked my eyes to clear my vision when suddenly I felt some hot breath just behind me...

"Where do you need to go, butterfly?" he said huskily, the sound of his shoes tapping near my ear. Now he was just beside me, his huge frame hiding me from the side, his gaze down, right into my wide-open eyes.

I flinched when his hand started coming near my face. He smirked, looking at me, and took his hand back. He turned his head towards Ryan, looking at him.

"Who is this, butterfly?" he asked in his deep voice, his gaze never leaving Ryan.

I didn't know whether to answer or not, but I wanted to get away from here without offending anyone as quickly as possible.

"Cl...as...smate... classmate," I muttered, hating myself for stuttering like this.

He chuckled. "Classmate only, right, butterfly?" he said, turning his gaze towards me again. I quickly pushed my body backwards.

He smirked devilishly again and crouched down, pressing his hand on my chair while coming close to my face.

"Not a friend, right, butterfly? Because I don't want any bees near my butterfly."

I let out a whimper when a lone tear fell from my eye.

"I WANT ALL OF YOU TO HEAR THIS CAREFULLY. THIS GIRL IS MY CAPTIVE. I DON'T WANT ANYONE OF YOU TO HAVE ANY CONNECTION WITH HER," he announced while standing up straight and shouting. My mind just echoed one word... Captive. What did he mean by that? His gaze never left my face. His hands went up in the air and made a small gesture. Before I could understand, I heard a painful grunt from Ryan. I quickly stared at Ryan in horror. The boys who were always with Rhys started punching and kicking Ryan. I was about to get up when Rhys kicked my chair, making me fall harshly to the floor. I let out a loud cry for help, but no one did anything; they all stood like statues, looking at us emotionlessly.

"PLEASE LEAVE HIM," I shouted, gathering sudden courage. I didn't want them to hurt him. Was he targeted just because of me? I felt nothing but guilt eating at my heart.

Rhys suddenly came towards me with heavy, angry steps, grabbing my hair and pulling me up with a sudden jerk. His face was just near mine, his red eyes staring into mine. He tightened his hold on my hair, pulling it more harshly.

"Didn't you say he was just a classmate, butterfly? Then WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU BEGGING FOR HIM?"

"Please leave him..." I let out another loud, painful cry along with the request to leave Ryan. My eyes stared at the teacher, who was wearing a tucked sky-blue shirt and black jeans, looking at me with pity.

"LOOK AT ME, MAYA," he shouted, and my mouth opened in shock. How did he know my name?

I looked into his dark hazel eyes, which did nothing but scare me more.

He was like a devil who would do nothing but bad to me.

"Please..." I let out again, my saliva becoming more slippery, wetting my lips with the saltiness of my tears. My eyes were shedding tears furiously. My breaths were uneven, and suddenly all of it stopped when...

His hand touched my cheek with full force. My head turned to the side, but his hold on my hair didn't let me fall. He again pulled my face in front, this time closer.

His heavy breaths hit my face, his dark eyes going up and down, touching my face with them. I felt numb, not knowing why he did this, why I was being bullied again. Was it because I was ugly? But then why Ryan, just because he was with me? This time my tears fell silently, burning my cheek where he slapped me.

His hand again came near my face, making me flinch. I thought he was going to hit me once again, but this time he did something else. His hand softly touched my cheek, caressing it gently. I looked into his eyes, which showed nothing but darkness.

I kept trembling in his hold.

"You can't beg for him, butterfly," he whispered so close to my face while his voice trembled in anger.

"Let's leave," he commanded while still staring at me, and left just like that, giving no answer to my question.

There Ryan was on the floor, bleeding furiously. My knees felt like they were losing their strength, and I, too, sat on the floor, looking at Ryan's body. His white shirt was covered with shoe marks. His face, which I found handsome, was now covered in bruises.

Just because of me, I harmed him.

"Take him to the infirmary," Miss Andrea said. Some boys quickly picked Ryan up and started taking him away from me.

I wanted to go towards him, but it would harm him again. So I just sat there, looking at the white floor blankly. I wanted to collect my thoughts and get up but couldn't; it was tough.

The students left, leaving me alone. I clenched my fist and brought it to my knee, holding it, and stood up. Slowly, I walked towards the door without looking anywhere.

Once I was outside, I saw him... smoking with his friends, his eyes still holding anger.

I wanted to run, but my feet just walked in his direction to know the answers.

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