Love Isn't Always Fair | a.b

10. Until the Hate goes Away.

10: Until the Hate goes Away.

I ran out the Hotel, looking like a complete mess. But I didn’t care, I didn’t care about the stares I was given, or the comments told. I was self aware about the black eyeliner running down my face, and my hair a complete mess. But I just wanted to run off, just go away, be away from him. Something about him that made me weak, I did not know how but he made me feel weak. And I didn’t want that, I want to be strong rather than easily to manipulate. That’s how they used me anyway. 

But I was tired of that.

I gulp, and look on both sides, and just take a right, running down the sidewalk. Probably Andy just stopped chasing me, for good. Good, not that I blame him, I actually wanted him to stop chasing me. To just forget about me, for good. But I could not help feel the pain, the tightening in my chest that could not disappear. But not because of him, because of everyone else who caused it. Damon, Mom, Dad, everyone who hurt me. Andy just made me realize the pain, but made me overcome it. But somehow, It could not go away, that I just wanted to walk away from him, because he made me become weak. 

Maybe I’m just escaping, like I always did.

I stop at my tracks, and lean against the building, gasping for air. I took a deep breath in, and looked over my shoulder. My eyes widened at the sight of a group of Jocks, they were looking at me.. laughing?

“Look at that emo,” One of them cackled, pointing at me with their finger.

“Aw, would you like a pretty knife, I got one.” Another teased, walking towards me.

I just backed away, and looked around me, walked into an alley. Not good. I look back at them, seeing one of them hold a knife, and the others wear evil smiles.

“I mean, it wouldn’t hurt if I cut you, since you already do cut yourself.” One of them said, laughing.

“Leave me alone,” I blurt out, feeling my shoulders tense. I look around, trying to find a way out, but they had cornered me. 

“Hey, don’t cry.” He whispered, tracing the knife along my face. “If you’re so in pain..” He trailed off, sighing a bit, “I can end it for you.” And so his hand trailed along my side, his finger slipping around my belt.

My eyes widened, and a gasp left my lips, “Don’t touch me!” I glared. But he covered my mouth, and pressed his body hard upon mine. “Sorry, can’t do.”

“Dude, be pretty quick, we don’t want to be suspected.” One of his friends said, worriedly.

“Just shut up and watch over for me,” He gritted, keeping the knife close to my neck as he started to undo my belt.

“Get off!” I growled, but he just pressed the knife harder. 

“I don’t think so.” He smiled.

“Hey, let her go.” 

All heads turn to the tall figure walking towards us. The guy pushed himself off me, and turned around, everyone was facing the tall figure heading my way. I turn around to make a run for it, but a hand wraps around my arm and yanks me right back, and holds me. I look up seeing it was the guy manhandling me. He placed the knife close to my throat, and glanced at the silhouette feet away from us. 

“Who are you?” One of the jocks asked.