MIND Link (Onhold)

CHAPTER NINE

Hello, I am so sorry for the late update. I hope the story is good enough for all of you to forgive me.

Chapter 9

~ Ellie's P.O.V ~

I felt something touched me and I was instantly pulled into something warm. I didn't know what was happening so I have to admit, I would be lying if I said I wasn't panicking. Fear was starting to creep in when suddenly my name was called.

"Ellie!"

That voice. I know this voice. I open my eyes; the sky has already turned dark but I found myself staring at Greg's trouble face and his mesmerising emerald eyes as clear as if it was day. He looked terrified, then his expression changed to one of relief. "Greg? What are you doing?" I asked him, painfully aware that I'm awkwardly in his embrace.

"I-I thought..." he started to say something then closed his mouth and remained silent. He closed his eyes and started to take few deep breaths. He eventually calmed down and his grip on my arms started to loosen. It's taking him a while to get back his bearing, and staying in this position any longer is making my heart beat faster than humanly possible. I just hope it won't explode on me.

"Greg? Are you okay?" I squirm a little in his arms just in case he forgot I was there. As suddenly as when he grabbed me he dropped me to the ground, knocking me out of breath. He abruptly stood up and turn away from me.

"What the fuck are you doing here Ellie?!" He said with his back to me, clearly seething with anger. Even I can't help myself from feeling intimidated. But why the hell is he getting angry for? If anyone should be pissed it should me. I'm the one who got my ass thrown to the ground.

"W-what do you mean?" I involuntarily stammered while I tried to stand up. I sounded so weak and terrified, I hated that.

He slowly turned around and fixed me with a death stare. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here? And alone at that." He said menacingly. For some reason, it annoys the hell out of me. What is wrong with this guy? Every time we meet he seems to get angry at me and I didn't even do anything wrong.

"What is wrong with you?" I stood up and face him. "Is it illegal to be alone here at night?"

"You are hurt. You should be at home resting, not here."

"It was just a minor injury; I won't die from taking a breather outside. I don't even need the bandage anymore. Plus I don't think it's any of your business."

"It is my business whether you like it or not." He grabbed my wrist and started pulling me. "Let's go. I'll send you back home."

"What?! Stop! Let go of me!" I tried pulling my arm back but his grip on me was so strong I couldn't free myself. I tried shaking my arms but it was futile. "Greg! I said let me go!" I resorted to hitting his arm to make him loosen his grip on me and it still has no effect on him. He's gone hulk on me. "Damn you!" I cursed him.

"I swear to God, if you don't let me go right now I'll hit you on the head with a rock and leave you bleeding on the street. Then I'll burn your corpse until it turns to ashes and throw it down the drain. Do you hear me you brute! Let go of me right - mmf!"

Without warning, his lips were on mine.

Just a few moments ago he was dragging me - probably to his car and a few seconds later he swiftly turns around facing me and tugs my arm, landing his lips on mine. I was dumbfounded. The kiss wasn't rough at all it was unexpectedly gently.

His lips parted from mine and I took the opportunity to demand an explanation. "W-What are-" before I got the chance to finish, his lips came crashing back on mine. I tried pushing him off of me but his hand on my waist pulled me closer to him and his other hand on my nape trapped my hand between our bodies. He continues kissing me relentlessly and I somehow manage to slip in a few words between the kisses telling him to stop. But he ignored my protest and started kissing me passionately instead.