He Isn't A Psycho

Chapter 27 - I Was Getting Too Close To Him

Now if I was a lucky person, I could say that my walk home was easy and simple. But because I don't have a normal life, I was only walking for 10 minutes until I felt rain starting to hit against my head. Let's just call it a coincidence.

I let the rain hit my head, while it trickled down my face. I was sure that my mascara was running which was added to the cliche situation.

Looking down at the ground, I felt an extra amount of water splash at side, but only from the thigh down.

"Fuck sake" I murmur to myself while looking up to see what car had decided to splash me.

"Get in" The tears from my face continue I fall down my cheeks, but I'm not 100% sure if they were my tears or actually raindrops.

"Skye, I'm not going to say it again" I make eye contact with Braxton who's window is rolled down and looking at me with angry eyes.

From how stern and aggressive his face was, I refused his demand and continued to walk on, ignoring his presence.

I heard his car engine rev, as a gust of wind almost sweeps me off of my feet. I see Braxton's car speeding down the road before it screeches to a halt at the end of the road. I didn't fail to stop, and I continued to walk even though I would have to face him at the end of the road.

The car door slammed shut as Braxton made his way towards me, his chest rising and his fist clenched. A part of me felt scared, and despite the amount of smudged mascara on my face, I continued to let soft tears roll down.

"If you don't get in, I'll make you" He said from only a few feet away from me, and by the look on his face, I thought better of it, and took the offer.

Words failed to come out of my mouth, so I slowly made my way to the passengers side, and hobbled into the warmth.

"Why did you walk away from me?" He spoke to me with a demanding time of voice. I was more surprised at how quick he got in the car.

I was a bit startled by his question. My weak side wanted to blurt out an apology and start weeping in my own hands, but for some reason I had gained the courage to not tolerate his compulsive mood swings.

"How about for once you answer my questions?" I snapped back.

Braxton was taken aback from my sudden outburst, and he clearly wasn't expecting me to answer like that. After a split second of surprise, his face went back to his usual angry look.

What did I do to make him so angry? Only a psycho would behave like this, and from last week, It wouldn't take a blind man to realise Braxton was psychotic.

It scared me honestly, because he was so unpredictable. One moment I would think he would punch me, or even kill me. And then he'll be completely normal...too normal. He'll make jokes and he'll laugh, and he'll even treat me as a friend.

I mean...we almost kissed? Right?

And now, now he's back being angry and withdrawn and vex. And I didn't like it at all.

"What questions?" I finally came back to reality as Braxton looked down at me , waiting for an answer.

"Why did you stalk me last week? Where did you go on Saturday night? Why are you always so angry!" I was getting frustrated the more I went on.