Euronymous

Chapter Sixteen

T/W - S/A, drug/alcohol use, violence, mature themes

In a split second, he was ripped off me and I watched as he landed against the opposite wall with a loud thud. I'd sunken to the floor as my body had stopped fighting.
Øystein grabbed my arm firmly, yanking me upright and leading me away quickly and quietly. He pushed open a door and it slammed behind us.
Silence and cold air enveloped us and immediately I could see my breath. We were outside.
He let go of my arm and stopped walking, pressing his forehead against the brick wall. His fists were clenched, his body stiff. My body shook uncontrollably as I tried to process what had happened.
Wet. My face was wet.
I realised I was crying.
"Why the fuck were you with-" His voice was harsh, ready to lecture as he turned to face me, but he stopped. His expression shifted, softened slightly and he swallowed whatever he was about to say.
Without hesitation, he took his leather jacket off and wrapped it around my bare shoulders. I shivered as his fingers grazed my bare skin.
He was wearing the bracelet I'd given him.

I looked at him and felt every ounce of will power disappear.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward me, immediately warm. My hands wrapped around his neck, pulling his face down to meet mine.
Our lips met softly and I felt fire spread throughout my body as the kiss deepened, our lips in perfect sync with each other. His hands found the small of my back and he pressed me closer to him. We melted into each other. I struggled to catch my breath, unable to satisfy my ever growing hunger for his touch.
He pulled away and I whimpered, reaching for him. His hands held mine and he took in a staggered breath, breathing out a puff of steam between our faces.
"Please." My voice broke and I felt my heart shatter at the same time. Both his hands stroked his face and he took a deep breath.
"C'mon, Else..." His voice was soft. "You've had a big night."
"Don't." I shook my head, not bothering to hide the hurt in my voice. "Don't pretend you give a shit. Just say you don't want me." My voice cracked. He was silent.
"Say it." I begged. If he said it, I could move on.
"Say it." I snapped again, harsher this time. He shook his head.
"You know I can't."
"Then why?" I clutched his jacket around my shoulders, trying hard to get a hold of my emotions. I knew I was making a fool of myself, but I couldn't help it. He stood motionless, eyes glued to the floor between us.
"Elsie!" Erik's voice called out to me and I flinched. I heard his footsteps approaching as Øystein turned, walking away.
"Are you okay? Where've you been?" Erik sounded concerned, noticing the streaked mascara on my face and watery eyes. He glanced at Øystein walking away and placed his hand projectively on my shoulder. "Did he hurt you?"
"Aksel." I replied numbly.
"What?"
"Aksel hurt me." I didn't feel like I needed to say any more than that. Erik was already storming back toward the bar to take care of it.