Dollface

Part 35

Ignoring the sound of Simom calling after me, I follow my path to the front door, he reaches it before me, and as he does so, I quickly seize the moment to grab the gun. I successfully snatched it from his hand, threw it behind me, and watched as he shot me an angry glare.

Seconds passed, Simon, knowing the teen was still bent down trying to open the door, abruptly opened it. The door was hurled forward, slamming the boy in the face as a scream of pain ripped through his throat.

My mouth opens in horror as I push Simon behind the door and rip it open to reveal myself to the teens who were only a few years younger than me.

I cross my legs and look up at them.

I: Can I help you?
?: Damn.

Was the first thing to come out of the kid, on the floor, holding his bleeding nose, the kid's eyes wandered down my legs for a brief moment while his friend let out a scoff.

??: Holy shit, who knew a hot girl like you would live in that dumpster.

I felt a little bad considering Simon was right behind the door next to me. Because if he keeps talking like that, they're going to get the fright of their lives.

I: Listen, why don't you and your friends leave before I call the cops for trying to break into my house.

I bore sternly, now quite irritated. Not as annoyed as Simom, but the other two boys, pushy and silent, stared at me with their jaws dropped. I roll my eyes at the brainless idiots in front of me.

?: I love a piece of you.

The boy on the floor commented, standing up before holding out his hand.

?: I'm Kian.

This is when Simom angrily grabs the door and reveals himself the rest of the way, the boys gasp, I could see Kian visibly gulp at the sight of Simon. Simon puts his arm around my waist and pulls me to his side while leaning against the doorframe with his other hand, his dark, angry eyes scanning the few boys before snapping shut.

S: Get off my property and save the looks or I'll gouge your eyes out with a damn pen.

The aggressive comment from Simon made Joey squeak.

J: We're so sorry!

The chubby boy ran down the street first, followed by the others scattering into the distance. I sighed to myself as Simon closed the door. Then he looks at me angrily.

S: Don't ever fucking do that again.
I: It would have been much worse if you had shot them and drawn attention to yourself. So please thank me whenever you're ready, asshole.

He said nothing. He just stared at me with his lips pressed together. I raise my eyebrows, almost daring him to say something.

S: You little smartass.

He muttered slowly.

I: Aren't you glad we handled this?

I ask him with an obviously fake smile and walk back down the hall to the wall.

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S: Stop leaving your damn shoes lying around!!

Simon snapped angrily and forcefully threw one of my shoes into a corner of the room. I consciously stifled a laugh, it was the third time he tripped over the same shoe and I never bothered to pick it up but then again, he never cleans.

I've decided to stop being offended when he reacts to things with such force and disrespect. I won't let him think he's manipulating me.

Eventually I got tired of his yelling and ignore him as he angrily pulls his shirt over his head, the way he gets angry over the smallest things makes me smile and he looks up at me as a giggle leaves my lips.

S: Do you think that's funny?

He growled, narrowing his eyes at me as I folded my laundry, I managed to hold back a laugh and covered my mouth with my hand. He glared at me angrily for a few seconds before quickly approaching me and before I knew it, he wrapped his arms around my waist and my feet lost contact with the ground.

The sudden leverage made me squeak as I was thrown onto the bed, my hair flying over my face. Soon his body was hovering over mine as I breathed heavily in amazement.

I: Get off me!
S: No.
I: You're catching my hands!

I say, looking at my wrists held by his hands next to my head.

S: And?

I huff in annoyance.

I: Could you at least push my hair out of my face?

He thinks for a few seconds, staring at me with a frown before letting go of my wrist and brushing all the hair from my face. The feeling of his fingers against my cheek, stray hairs, made my cheeks burn.

I: Thank you.

I giggle softly, but he doesn't respond, instead he examines my face as I lift him up. Whatever makes me react like this to his toxic character will forever be unknown to me, I was tired of being insulted and constantly annoyed at how messed up his personality was.

The butterflies in the pit of my stomach take over my brain with mischievous thoughts. Thoughts I wish I could ignore, but it was too hard as he hovered over me, staring at me with those beautiful brown eyes.

My hands slide over the smooth skin of his back, lightly tracing my nails over his shoulders. I could feel the tension in his muscles release as he moaned at the touch. Then I feel his head burrowing into the crook of my neck and he lies comfortably on top of me.

I smile to myself at the small intimacy, running my nails up and down his back to ease the tension from him, he stays still and calm as he rests his eyes for a moment.

I: Stop trying so angrily about everything. Laugh. Do you ever laugh Simon?
S: I don't laugh.

He replies in a hoarse voice, hovering over me again, this time with his face just inches away. I sigh heavily and slide my fingers into his thick curls.

I: Why not?

He watches me intently, his tongue gliding seductively over his bottom lip.

S: Nothing to laugh at.

Before I knew it, our lips met hard. I let my eyes close with the only sensation strong enough to pull me into bliss; his lips. I open my mouth to him, allowing our tongues to intensify the deepening kiss. My heart lifted dramatically between us as he pulled away from my mouth, letting his warm, plump lips kiss a trail down my neck. I whimper as he starts sucking on a spot that sent shivers down my spine.

I grip his curls tighter, making him moan against my skin. But to my disappointment, he pulls away and I run my thumb over his bottom lip, a darker pink from our kisses.

I: H-how's your wound?

I asked, still nervous.

S: Better.

Is all he said, leaning down to place a small kiss on my collarbone. Then he pushes himself off the bed, taking the warmth of his body with him in search of a new shirt.

I: Why did you leave me?
S: Johnny will be back soon. So I have to expect him before he barges in and sees exactly what I'm up to.
I: It's not like he's going to confess to my dad.
S: You'd be surprised.