Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Savage humans

Chad's POV

I quietly followed Sam into his cell, his dark frame in black leather jacket drifting in front, as I shut the door behind with a fierce slap, making the sound echo in the dark hallways.

I was barely holding myself together from a rage attack and I felt my pulse beat eradicate, as I pushed him hard he nearly rolled to the floor and groaned in disapproval, as his confused gazed darted at me.

I look at my friend now in disbelief and a trace of desperation, while he stops there proud in the middle of a cell, as our surrounding drifts in horrific silence. "The hell was that about?"-i hiss, venom laced through my voice. "You question my authority in front of her? You crazy? I told you not to touch her!"-i growl through gritted teeth at Sam, who is now standing still with slight confusion in his features facing me dumbfounded.

I'm pacing around nervously, moving chaoticly back and forth not wanting to believe that someone did touch her actually. Took what's mine.

I lit a cigarette and take few shallow sighs of smoke deeply into my lungs, trying to calm down this storm which is about to rise and crash upon me, but it's not helping even in the slightest. It's scary, more or less, for I almost lost Serene to this man and this was nothing, but my fault.

His collected face is making me sick and I hate for what he almost did to Serene. I know each sick detail boiling in his mind and what was he thinking at the moment when I entered the cell and caught him by the hand.

I close my eyes shut, not able to get rid of this dirty image from my memory of her, half naked in his arms.

This should be me.

Always should be me.

Every touch on her soft skin, each caress, each whip for God's sake!

There's crazy thoughts whispering in my head, as a blunt hammer pounding from the inside out and the voice echoes along, forcing me to just step forward and rip his selfish black heart out for he did this. The thought itself infuriates me, when I think what he would do if I was late for few minutes more or if I didn't show up at all.

I shiver from the thought itself for I never was this lost. I'm loosing it, it seems. Loosing my ground again. My power to hold all in my hands, things that used to be under control now are slipping through my fingers. Right in front of my eyes, dragging this unknown and never experienced tension, filled with terror reality which is not mine any longer.

They do not follow my lead. They're stubborn, irresponsible and savage humans with their own villain needs. I can't trust them anymore. None of them. Even Sam, who was always my best man, my friend, now he turned his back at me and went against my will, stabbing the dagger at my back when I feel so defeated and weak.

When I meet Sam's eyes it holds anger inside of them, mixed with pain and lust, which I nearly can feel radiating from his furious eyes and i'm almost sure he's alerted the same as I am, ready to get into a fight none of us can actually win. Who is he without me? And who am I without them?

I won't allow this. She's mine.

"You hear me?"-i groan again, as my fist smacks threateningly at his chest. "She's mine!"-i snap in annoyance, feeling my mind go on overdrive.

"Come on there, Chad!"-he tilts his head curiously, proud that for the first time in life I finally overlooked something,- "What did you expect? You can't keep her to yourself only. It concerns all of us."

"No it doesn't!"-i yell, as my heart sinks of a thought from his words, laced with bitterness. Don't know why do I even try to convince him. I'm the leader of this experiment. Of all this mess that's been happening for years already and they dare to question my authority.