Tainted Redemption

Chapter five

       

Song for the chapter : One direction - Over again ( I shiit you not this is the first time I can listen to ot5 without crying, lol. but the song is so :'( Happy reading, enjoy the chap. vote? ;) )

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It is quiet as I'm holding the gun before me, one hand resting the butt as the other is curled around the handle. I'm doing this firstly to protect myself so he doesn't get the wrong and stupid idea of getting any closer. What if he's here to abduct me again?

I don't know what I'll do if he is near me. I might seriously hurt him if he does.

He's not standing so far away, and I'm focusing on his white jumper instead of his face, then the surrounding hall with my pictures behind him...I don't want him in such a personal space.

It's like he doesn't care that I could pull the trigger.

With a deep breath I look at him from under my lashes with a scowl, he's unwaveringly staring me up and down, lingering on my exposed thighs since I was wearing a wide sweater as a pajama, for some reason the way he's raking his gaze is angering me to the furthest extent. His eyes settle at mine swiftly and he just waits, that tipped my anger.

Who the fuckk does he think he is? Coming here after I finally could go through the day with a little less pain, a little less of memories, besides of today. It's like my instinct warned me I would see him.

With a huff I click the gun, my pointer finger hovering on the trigger, "Don't look at me like that." I grit slowly.

He quickly averts his eyes else where, "You keep your weapons in your shoe drawer?" he softly said as he's gazing off to his feet then up to me, smile pulled on the corner of his lips, but I throw a glare to him and that gets his face to sober from any trace of happiness, his lips pierced together in a thin line. Good. I want him to suffer.

"I don't want to hurt you." I dryly said with the straightest facial expression I gathered. It wasn't my intention, I just don't want to see him, hear him and the best way to make it clear to him is this way. "Leave and never let me see your face again. If not I'm forced to hurt you and I do not want your blood on my hands." I threaten just as he did always, "Do you hear me?" My voice is cold but calm. His eyes lower slightly and he sighed like I was the one who doesn't understand before he slowly inched me.

"What are you-. Stop!" I snapped bewildered but he just walks closer with his cutting hazel eyes always on me, as if testing me with sure steps and his upright walk that only he can pull off and make it look good... Even if I'm the one with a gun I cower and stalk backwards until my back hits the wall of my hall.

He's getting too close for my liking, I couldn't do anything.

Once he's before me, I can smell his cologne and faint cigarettes, my heart clenched. His messy silver hair oddly enough suits him and is shorter than I remember. My gun is pressed to his chest by the time he stopped coming any closer. This was overwhelming, having him be so physically close, to know I could touch him any second... I don't care about that. I lower my eyes once to gain composure then stare at him while he calmly stands there, proving the point that I couldn't do anything, his hazel eyes are twinkling as his face is wiped from any other emotion but tranquility.

It's too silent as we're gazing, I could feel my heartbeat racing, though my glare is intact. His hands reach up slowly and closed around the handle where my hands are grasping it tightly, the contact made my insides fuzzy. He tilts his head to the side as I'm curiously looking at his actions, his tender eyes are roaming my blue orbs melancholy and his fingers gently run over my hands, I couldn't stop him. I was numb and too confused.