Engaged

Chapter 1: Pinned

"Hey, stop!"

Get off me asshole. I hate him. I truly do with all of my being. I hate him so much, it's not even funny. Tall, dark, and handsome, Eli Graham thinks he owns the world. Eli thinks he can do what ever he wants with no consequences. Well, I'm going to squash this theory. I'm going to kick his ass. But first, I need to get him off of me.

I am now, laying on my back, on the kitchen floor, eyes full of fury, while a six foot two, who hundred, ten pound ape sits on top of me, straddling my chest, with my arms pinned to either side of my head.

This might sound like a funny situation, considering I'm only five feet tall, but he's only holding me down because I'm lethal, and he knows is. Did I mention he's nothing but muscle? Yup, I have no chance in a fight, but it doesn't freaking matter. I can take him with all of the anger burning inside of me. I hate him. I hate that I hate him. What's worse? He's enjoying it.

I honestly didn't know I could hate someone as much as I hate him in this moment, staring at me with those big, chocolate brown eyes, framed in lashes so long, women usually pay for them.

His is natural ladies. Jealous? I know, me too. Wait, what? why am I having these thoughts? I shouldn't be lusting after him. The fact that I am just increased my anger.

And he has the nerve to smile at me with those perfectly straight, all white teeth. I've always been jealous of his teeth. They're so white, you'd think he got them beached regularly, not that he just has awesome dental hygiene. I just wish i could knock one of them out.

Preferably the one in the front. Maybe it'd make me feel better to destroy a part of his stupid, perfect face. I bet he wouldn't be smiling if he was missing a tooth.

"Say sorry," he taunted. He's taunting me? Seriously? I thought I was at my peak of anger, but apparently, I can get much more angry. My emotions skyrocketed I struggled out of his hold some more, but as I mentioned before, I don't stand a chance. And he laughs. I just wanted to scream and rant, but I decided not to. It might be petty, but I decided to take a vow of silence. In all honesty, I really don't care.

He waited.

And waited.

And waited for this apology that would never come.

Eli Graham doesn't deserve a response. I've always given him what he wanted, and that's why he's so spoiled. What do I get in return? Lies. Dishonesty. Deceit. And worst of all, lack of freaking common courtesy. I can't wait until he leaves.

I don't even know why he's here to begin with. I would ask him, but that would be breaking my vow. I don't even feel like fighting anymore. It's pointless.

Did he expect me to welcome him with open arms? Did he expect me to smile in his face? Or play around with him? What? Did he want me to make him lunch? Is he really that dense? I knew he could be clueless sometimes, but I didn't know he was so dense.

I want my mace. Would it be wrong to just spray the entire can in his face? I'm tempted to do so. Especially on an asshole like Eli Graham. I hate you Eli. Leave my life forever and never come back. If you do, I will destroy you.

Who am I kidding? Even thinking that, I know it's not true. I can't spray him with mace, or knock his teeth out either. I'm too weak.

His smile, slowly fades away, morphing to one of sincere concern. Fuck. Don't do this to me. Don't act like you care after days of smiling in my face. DAYS. He knew this for days, and came to see me every freaking day, with that stupid grin on his face.

He knew that entire time, and he wants to act concerned now.? I want to cry, but my tears refuse to well up. It's like I'm an emotionless zombie on the outside, but on the inside, I'm going through pure agony.

"What's wrong?"

Silence. It honestly hurts to be silent. Its just adding to the pain he's putting me through. I can't even let it out.

"Is this about earlier?" he tries again. Earlier? Fuck earlier! Fuck. Earlier. He knew this earlier too. Even today, he smiled in my face, with that same stupid mug. Earlier today, everything was normal to me. We had the same petty arguments, that neither one of us ever held on to.

Earlier was when he could make my world light up just by looking in my direction. When I made him smile, my heart fluttered. When he talked, his sensual voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket in the winter time. He was Eli Graham.

He was a freaking celebrity to me, just earlier today. He was never simply Eli to me. Never was he that casual. And never will he ever be. looked up to him with the utmost adoration and respect, only to find out he doesn't feel the same. I wish he'd have told me after so many years. Twelve to be exact. In those twelve years, he could've told me.

"Babe..." he said. Babe. He said babe.

I'm not your freaking babe! I'm not your baby, not your babe, not your little monster, your little red, or any of those stupid names you called me
before. I struggled again from his gentle, yet firm hold on me.

OK. OK. I'm out of breath. He's strong. Why is he so freaking strong. Where's my mace? I need to spray this son of a bitch. Whoo! I'm winded. That was a workout. And all that work to no avail. To. No. Avail. Don't tire yourself out anymore Tay. Just sit here Tay, and it'll all be over soon.

"Tayla, just talk to me," he practically whispered. I used to love when he whispered to me. No matter how angry I was, it soothed me. When my temper got out of control, he'd always be the one to hold me and whisper sweet things in my ear to calm me down.

It worked every single time. But for whatever reason, not this time. And I'm glad. It's like what ever spell he put on me is starting to wear off. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I loved being under his spell. But today, it proved not to do any good for me.

"Please?"

I smiled. Not because it was cute. It definitely wasn't cute. I just smile at everything. I can't help it. No matter what I'm feeling, I either smile, or laugh at everything.

It's an involuntary action, no matter how serious the situation is. Right now, is one of those moments where I seriously hated that involuntary action. Now he'll just think I'm being crazy and not serious.

Or not.

I'm guessing my smile looked more like a sneer and the humorlessness in my voice was evident because Eli loosened his grip on me. Just a little. And obviously out of fear because I'm scary right now, and I know it. It makes me wonder how maniacal my eyes look right now.

My brothers always told me I looked insane when I was angry, no matter how calm I wanted to act. They swore they could see it in my eyes. Half the time they laughed at me though, claiming that I'm always angry or something like that.

Usually the playful kind of angry, but they knew when it was serious. They always knew. And when I got out of control, Eli was always there to make it better.

His intuition was always strong when it came to me. He could be halfway across the world and still know when there was something wrong with me. Damn Eli.

Even though he loosened his grip, it's not loose enough for me to be able to break through it. I know that for a fact. Therefore, I won't try. I wont even move. I might as well stare him in his eyes. Expressionless.

Unemotional. A void. I want him to see what he did to me with all of these secrets. The past couple of hours have sucked the soul out of me. And that's what he's staring back at. An empty shell. A soulless creature moving based off of pure instinct.

My heart disintegrated hours ago. Now there's just a muscle there, doing it's job pumping blood through my this animated body.

How can someone with such beautiful eyes be so evil? I wish I could cry.

Then, a phone started to ring.