Hell ✔

twelve

"Get your hands off her!"

The angry yell had stopped Rowan from her annoyed retort. Still in the asshole's embrace, she strained her neck in the opposite direction—away from the jerk's chest which was so covered with hair! Chest hair is disgusting and it wasn't anywhere close to appealing coming from his chest, his body which smelt of sweat under the guise of deodorant. Her head was really hurting her from him.

She took back ever thinking this idiot was good looking. He was as rotten as trash. And what do you do with trash? Dump 'em like it's environmental's day. [My idea of a joke. Forgive me if you find this offensive]

Judging by the possessive tone of the newcomer, Rowan assumed it was a particular someone, wanted it to be that someone. Alas, she was wrong. Instead, it was her married crush; Carlos.

Save me! Her eyes begged.

"Hey man," she heard Daniel say as he let out an obnoxious chuckle—which she felt before she heard, through his chest. "Stop getting possessive over her, aye. She's a sweet thing, doesn't even mind me. She's loving it man." she could hear the wink that followed the end of Daniel's statement.

Hell to the no!

She motioned to Carlos—who stood as protective and fierce as a Knight in shining armor, wanting to protect the one he loves. Only what would have completed his look was if he left his fair hair normally tied up into a man bun, if he let his hair down, it was reaching past his shoulders and was beautiful to look at, especially at the artful way he tied it up—to complete his Knight in shining armor garb, his black t-shirt should be off his shirt and in place would be a slightly rusted armor and if his jeans were a lot tattered and was brandishing his sword on his right hand, not afraid to use it. The hotness of Carlos would be off charts!

Back to her current situation.
"Please get me away from this." she mouthed to Carlos again. He looked down at her and nodded, he heard her—then turned back to Daniel his from still intact.

  "Do you know the trouble you'll be in, if her M—" it was like he had remembered something, he glanced quickly at her as he almost spilled. But in what? Rowan had no idea. It was too suspicious and he's been like this lately. Always cutting himself short because he was saying something Rowan was sure he didn't want her hearing. She only narrowed her eyes at him as he changed his words from whatever he previously wanted to say. "—a certain someone see's you with her like this. He'll kill you. I guarantee that." a certain someone, uh?

Rowan was sure he was just bluffing—he had to be bluffing. Anything to get her out of this prick's hold.

"Someone you say," Daniel said in a sarcastic voice and in a move that totally unnerved Rowan, he brought his face very close to Rowan's shocked own and unabashedly sniffed her face.

What. The. Fuck. Dude!

"See aye," he proudly announced after he was done exalting his weird fetish on her which left Rowan in the desperate need to bathe herself in cleansing oil. All those germs from his filthy being, "I smell no bond off her. Aye, it's obvious she's as free as a bird."

What is with him and his aye? Rowan felt the need to speak up. He was being a pest. 

"I really don't like him." she said directed at Carlos, "I would have jumped out of his hold but he's holding me so tight, and I don't want to fall and injure myself. He's an asshole." she put it as if it was in a stage whisper between her and Carlos but Daniel clearly heard.

"Fine! Have it your way, you ungrateful bitch!" just like that, Daniel threw her to the floor, causing her to roll on the ground and further injure her already throbbing sides.