The Bad Boy's Secret (Book 1)

Chapter 3: Not Safe

Chapter Three: Not Safe

I stood there frozen with fear.  The thoughts of Noah having the urge to kill someone surfaced.  Why would does he show an interest in throwing daggers?  What would he even use these skills for?  I can imagine putting down “Great with knives.” On his résumé‎.  The glint in his eyes said he was satisfied with what he just did.  I wonder how many girls actually know about it.

                I wanted to bolt to the door, but those thoughts were passed over when I saw his long fingers still wrapped around the black handled dagger.  “Scared of knives, Fighter?”

I really wish he would stop calling me that.  He twirled the knife between his fingers and he aimed it like he was about to throw it.  I cowered back and he flung the knife toward a poster hanging on one of his walls, hitting the center of the characters chest.

                   Another breath hitched in my throat.

                Besides ruining his poster, he has another wall in the wall he has to fix.  “Are you out of your damn mind?” I breathed, my voice raising.

Noah walked to the poster and pulled the knife out, smoothing his fingers over the ripped paper.  “I didn’t like this poster anymore than I liked that bear.” He mumbled.  He slid his fingers under the bottom of the poster and jerked it the rest of the way down.

                This was my chance to leave, but I couldn’t.  My feet wouldn’t move and he would catch me in a second if he had to.  He wouldn’t try anything with these people here, would he?  No, of course not.  That would be completely stupid on his part.  I just wanted the hell out of this room alone with him before one of us does something stupid.  Actually, scratch that.  Noah just threw a dagger at a stuffed animal and a poster. He already did something stupid.

                He walked towards me, pulling the bear from my hands.  I didn’t even realize I had picked it up.  The bear’s stomach was pierced and its stuffing was slightly poking out.  He has a knack for aiming for the chest and that scared me even more.  “You’re not upset over the bear, are you?”

He was being serious.  “Are you kidding me?”  I found my voice.

That only seemed to amuse him even more.   “I am not upset about a stupid bear.” 

Every time he would laugh, it made me angrier.  “And I’m about five seconds away from smacking that stupid smile off of your face.”

Now the smile reached his eyes.  “That’s the first time a girl called my smile stupid.”

                “Did you also pin a bear to a wall with a knife in front of her?”

                “No, of course not.” He leaned against one of his bed posts, crossing his arms across his chest.

I pointed towards the black box laid out on his bed, “Can you please put that away?  You’re making me nervous.” He would make me nervous without the dagger in his hand.

                He dangled the dagger in front of me and placed it back inside the plush box.  He sealed it up and placed it inside one of his dresser drawers.  “Happy?”

I would be happier once I made it outside of this room.  “What’s the point of them?”  My voice was shaking a little and he knew it was making me nervous.  My stomach twisted in knots as he took a step closer to me.  “Why?  Do you wanna learn?”

I shivered at the thought of touching a knife for the same purpose he does. “What kind of question is that?”

I seemed to be amusing him by his laughter.  “It’s a serious question.”