Torn between who to choose

Chapter 7. 7 minutes in hell

Abigail's POV
"Not in the mood for this, Bella."
"What were you doing with Leonardo? You slut," she said, anger and hurt mixed in her tone.
Even if I was a bit high, I noticed it.

"Wait, wait, don't tell me you're still in love with him," I asked her. Needing to confirm this. And her facial expression proved it was true.

"That's pathetic. For how long, girl? You know obsession isn't healthy, right?" I spoke mockingly.
She raised her hand to slap me, but I caught it and through it aside.

"If that's true, I pity you; how can you love someone like that?". But she didn't reply.
"Well that's you, just so you know me and Leonardo never did anything, if that makes you feel better, so you don't have to kill yourself.". I said laughing.

"You see, it's good that even dumb sluts like you can understand a simple situation; I'm not really in the mood for a fight. So try this time and stick to what I said, "
"STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN," she yelled and left.

So that's who she was talking about, crazy girl, I couldn't help think.

Hours later

After dancing with the girls and drinking as much as I could, we were informed a game of dare was being played; truth and dare but without the truth.

I couldn't even walk straight, but I still decided to play. I knew with Jessa and Sam by my side, I wouldn't fuck up.

Before the game started, it was made known to everyone that there was no backing out; you must do the dare, even if it was by force.
Crazy people.

The game started, and I couldn't lie it was fun, crazy dares, and crazier people doing the dates.
We spined a bottle to pick our turns, and hell, when the bottle spinned and landed on me, I felt excited and scared at the same time.

"Okay, Abigail, your turn; seven minutes in heaven with... with ummm..." I was sweating now, anticipating what was going to happen next.

"Seven minutes in heaven with Leonardo Martinez," I heard.

"Whatttt!?" I and half of the people here shouted.

"I turned in a different direction to see he was here, playing the game even; was I too drunk to not even notice him?".

"I'm sorry, but no, never," I said, looking in his direction with disgust filled in my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Abigail, but that's not allowed; you know what you were signing up for."
"Everyone else did there's; nobody complained."

Yeah, that was true, and no one had backed out yet. Well, it's not like I'll do anything there.
So I gathered courage, plus the alcohol in my system also helped.

Raising my eyes to face the fool, he just kept a poker face, acting like he wasn't even part of this.

At this point, I shouldn't even have come today.

"7 minutes in heaven, 7 minutes in heaven, 7 minutes in heaven, 7 minutes in heaven."
They started chanting, the chant becoming louder by the second.

I just looked at both Sam and Jessa at the corner, who gave me a nod.
Taking in a deep breath, I walked up to the reason for my current problems.

And we were both escorted to a small closet near, and we were closed in immediately.

"We're the heavens out to get me; what did I do to deserve this?" I couldn't help but think.

The closet was so small, and with us in it, practically stacked like sardines.
Not to talk about the tension between us, I just couldn't act like I wasn't on top this guy today, locked in an intimate position.

Then the next thing, this dude stepped on my feet. "Ouch, my feet!!!" I screamed.
"But he didn't even say anything-no sorry, no nothing-like I didn't expect that.

I just cursed him inwardly, and just needed to be patient

I just had to endure these 7 minutes in heaven. In fact, hell in correction.
7 MINUTES IN HELL.

Then within two minutes, he stepped on me again, acting like it was nothing.
Now I was mad; I shoved him off hard.

"The fuck is wrong with you," he yelled.
How dare he, who was at fault here? This time I shoved him more hard.

In a split second, his hands were wrapped around my neck; I was being strangled here.
The whole closet was dark, but I could see the clear fury in his eyes.

I was kind of scared now; I know he wouldn't, but something tells me snapping my neck wouldn't be a problem.

But I wasn't giving up; I struggled, dragging his hands away; he looked amused, then tightened his grip, suddenly dragging me closer.

"I get you; I've met your type before, always playing hard to get." "I haven't really had some fun in a while, you know." He said this type tightened his grip more.

"How about we enjoy the remaining minutes now, and later the real fun begins?" he whispered into my ears, sending shivers down my spine.

He slowly releases his left hand from my neck, his right still strangling me, while his left hand is used to trace my face.

Hearing this, my blood boiled; he really did think highly of himself, and why did this hands caressing my face felt oddly good for a second there?.

But snapping out of it quickly, I kneeled him in the balls strongly, causing him to go down in pain as I opened the closet.

Everyone's attention was now on us. I'm quite sure they didn't expect to see this-Leonardo on his knees, battling to control the pain.

I smiled seeing this; this was the perfect revenge.
"Oh, and Martinez, I'd rather fuck a donkey than have anything to do with you," I yelled to everyone's hearing.

He raised his face, glaring at me, his face filled with pain. I enjoyed this sight.
I just blew him a kiss and left there, leaving everyone stunned.