𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄

─ ❝ act xvi ❞

⎡ act xvi - stories ⎦

┊❝ Isn't it exciting how similar we are? ❞┊

── "WHAT do you mean by that?" (Y/N) scowled at Dylan as she ducked away from his arm, the way she looked at him as if she were looking at dirt making his smile widen. "Do not ever compare me to the likes of you again."

"You wound me," Dylan placed a hand to his chest in faux disappointment as he rescinded his arm from around Ian's shoulder. "And what I mean? Well, from what I've seen, your mother is either dead, divorced from your father, or has just outright abandoned you. Your father? He's stuck with a daughter he doesn't want who either reminds him of his wife in looks or just mere existence. To myself and Ian, this hits a little close to home."

(Y/N) stared at Dylan before her eyes flicked to Ian, both disgusted and puzzled.

She almost couldn't believe them.

"What?" Ian raised a brow at her expression, the corners of his lips tugging upwards into a smirk as he rounded (Y/N), standing behind her and staring her down with an unknown emotion flickering in his his dark, grey gaze. "Is it impossible to believe that I have a father who wants nothing to do with me since my mother had me out of an affair? Is it impossible to believe that my mother now hates me and herself for her decision since she realized the day my father left, that she still loves him?"

"And is it impossible to believe that my parents were arranged in a loveless marriage, and therefore don't love me?" Dylan continued, tilting his head as he did so. "Is it impossible to believe that they gifted me that house you've seen just to get away from me? Is it really so hard, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) parted her lips to say something, but ultimately, could say nothing.

"Isn't it exciting how similar we are?" Ian chuckled, his eyes thinning so he could stare at her in an almost derogatory manner. "Fun, right?"

Before she could say anything more, she was distracted by the sight of Carmen holding up a dress that she had carefully tucked into the corner of her closet out of sight, both because she couldn't bear the sight of it and because she wanted to preserve it for as long as possible. She felt all blood drain from her face in that moment as she watched Carmen—without a care, it seemed, about the boys around her—strip down to her undergarments so she could tug on the dress.

"N-No..." (Y/N) uttered as she took a shaky step forward, her breath hitching. "Take it off..."

"Hm?" Carmen glanced at (Y/N). "What are you saying? Speak up so I can hear you properly, bitch, or stay out of my fucking way."

Anger sizzled hot and fast.

(Y/N) had felt rage before, but not rage like this. This rage was burning fire that coursed through her veins in a horrifying inferno that left her very rational scorched. Stepping forward, her eyes wide and completely devoid of any emotion, she snatched Carmen's wrist and yanked her away from the mirror she was posing in front of, her entire expression twitching whilst her breath came out in short gasps.

"Take. It. Off," she demanded once more, her nails digging into Carmen's skin.

"Let go of me!" Carmen instead hissed.

By that point, (Y/N) wasn't listening to her, though. She was too far caught up in her own drowning thoughts that nothing but adrenaline was pulsing in her ears like a resounding roar. Yanking at Carmen once more so she could turn her body, her back now facing her, she tried to unzip the dress. Unfortunately, Carmen resisted like a wild animal, kicking and clawing at (Y/N) until both dropped to the floor in a full on tussle. The boys, like boys, merely hollered and cheered Carmen on, not a single one stepping in to break up the fight.

In that moment, (Y/N) knew she wasn't thinking straight, but she didn't care.

She just needed to get that dress off.

Just when (Y/N) thought she had it off, Carmen ripped her arm backward in the worst way possible. A terrible shredding sound filled the space, and when (Y/N) finally looked down, horror drew across her face at the sight of the dress torn completely down the middle.

It was ruined.

"That... was my mother's dress," (Y/N) whispered, a tear slipping down her face.

Carmen, not really caring at that point, shoved (Y/N) off of her before straddling the girl. Yelling at the other guys to hold down (Y/N)'s wrists and legs, she then curled her fingers into a fist before striking her across the face over and over again, everyone cheering for her just the same as they did earlier. Ian and Dylan watched as Carmen did this, the former then refusing a cigarette offered by the latter. Once Carmen was done, her chest heaving while a sinister smile painted her lips, she staggered upwards with bloodied knuckles, leaving (Y/N) groaning on the floor completely bruised and weakened.

"Fuck you," Carmen chuckled downwards at the girl, breathing in deeply before snatching up and donning her discarded clothes before marching down the hall down the stairs, the front door slamming behind her a clear indicator that she was walking home.

The guys snickered.

"Hey, let's see what kinda underwear this bitch is wearing," one of them snickered as he moved to unbutton (Y/N)'s jeans.

"Maybe if she has a pretty pussy, too," another chimed in with a lecherous grin.

Before either of the two boys could make do on their claims, the other guys supporting them, two strong hands landed on their shoulders, halting them in their tracks. Turning, both boys saw Dylan and Ian standing above them with a rather dangerous edge to their eyes. Whilst Ian was completely frigid with a disgusted scowl in correspondence with his steely grew eyes, Dylan looked completely unhinged with his cigarette hanging loosely from his sharp-toothed smile, his honeyed eyes flashing a bright yellow. With the shadows cresting over their faces as well, Ian and Dylan looked to be the epitome of malevolence, something that made the other two boys back away immediately.

"You know we don't do that," Dylan began with a chuckle as he blew out a stream of smoke. "You know that, don't you?"

"Y-Yeah," one of the boys stuttered out in fear, a scared smile trembling on his lips. "We... we were just joking! I mean, come on, Dylan... you know we would never do shit like that. Right?"

"Uh-huh," the other nodded insistently.

It was clear they were desperate.

It was clear they wanted mercy.

But neither Dylan nor Ian had any mercy to give.

With a flick of his fingers, Dylan watched as Ian socked one of the boys in the face before whirling around and kicking the other boy in the stomach, both falling to the ground which allowed Ian to therefore continue beating them to oblivion. The others could only stare in shocked silence, torn between watching Ian or watching the way Dylan gingerly picked up (Y/N) to escort her out of the room.

"See, (Y/N)?" Dylan whispered to her, his grip on her tightening. "All worthless."

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To be continued...