DEAD INSIDE

(9)

"I want a f*cking answer!" Scott spat.

"I don't owe you anything..." I replied in a low voice before heading to my front door.

"You're drunk..." He pointed out. "And you're wearing a dress..." He went on as if noticing my outfit for the first time. "You were at a party..." He followed me inside after I unlocked my front door.

Not again! I thought, wanting nothing but to sleep the latest events away.

"My brother died two years ago and if I remember well, you don't want anything to do with me so leave me alone, Scott..." I gestured to the door.

I didn't miss the flash of hurt that crossed his eyes.

"Cut the shit and answer him!" I jumped at Milo's tone and froze when I felt him pressing himself against my back.

If he'd seemed off last morning, he was downright scary now and I shuddered when he started breathing in my neck, smelling me.

I tried to put some distance between us but Scott stepped up in front of me until our feet were touching. Sandwiched between the two boys, I started to panic.

"You weren't at that girl's birthday party so where have you been?" Scott repeated, his forehead now leaning on mine.

"What is it to you?" I muttered, refusing to let them know just how scared I was.

"When you put yourself in danger, it has everything to do with us..." He answered.

"Why?" He narrowed his eyes. "I'm serious, Scott, my brother is dead..."

Milo suddenly wrapped an arm around my throat and put pressure so I soon could no longer breathe properly.

"Stop f*cking saying that!" He shouted in my ears as tears started running down my cheeks. "And just tell us where you were..."

He released his hold and I coughed when I could finally breathe normally again.

"You're sick..." I all but croaked. "I don't know what happened to you but something's not right with you..." I wasn't sure how they did it but one second I was standing between them and the next, Milo had lifted me up by the collar and pushed me against a nearby wall.

"You have five seconds to answer Scott..." He threatened but I was too wired up to cooperate with them when they were acting like bullies.

"F*ck you, you sicko!"

His hand immediately reached for mine and he used it to caress himself over his shirt.

"So you think that was sick?" He said, with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I'm going to show you what sick is..." And he started kissing my neck hungrily while his hand reached the hem of my dress. I was petrified, and I wasn't sure that my legs would hold me if they decided to let go of me.

Somebody turned on the light.

"What the f*ck is going on?!" It was the first time I heard Niall raise his voice with so much authority.

Scott and Milo snapped out of some sort of trance and they both jumped away from me with their head down as if they'd been burnt.

I slid down the wall and came crashing onto the floor painfully like a rag doll.

Niall walked up to Scott and grabbed him by the neck before pulling his head up. His eyes were almost yellow and his pupils dilated.

"Don't tell me you've taken that shit again!" He growled before punching both boys. Milo and Scott now looked like they were about to cry.