Black Temptation

Chapter 15

The bathroom cannot be quiet enough as my thoughts sting through the silence.

What are you doing McKenzie? Trying to figure out this boy? Just because you were around the dangerous, doesn't mean you can handle them and the crap they carry.

But she's an adult..

Yeah, yeah and determined to prove it. We've established that. But you're not invincible. Stop always trying to be the toughest person and learn to walk away. Surrounding yourself--

"Okay!" I scream. My reflection is frightening. What's happening?

Hopefully no one thinks you're talking to yourself...oh wait, you are. You're crazy, freaking bonanza cray cray!

I lower my head to the faucet and turn on the water. The cool liquid puts me in momentary state of peace until I hear the door open.

"Look at me, bitch."

I pause, calming my newly stunned body. Slowly uplifting my head, I turn off the water and annoyingly turn my head to her.

"What now?"

She harshly slams the door, huffing as she walks towards me. I raise my head so maybe her slightly towering height wouldn't be so effective.

"Ok, slut. I don't know what you think you're doing with my man."

My eyes grow wide.

"Your man?"

"Um, yes. Did I stutter?"

I clench my hand in a tight fist, ten inches close to smashing it into her face.

"Well, sweetie. Last time I checked, he is here with me, not you. As of yesterday, me not you. You must be living on planet 'suck every dick but still trying to get a man' because you are delusional."

Her breathing beats irregular, blue eyes ablaze as she steps closer to me, foreheads almost clashing.

"What the fuck did you say to me?"  She says fiercely.

"Bitch, you heard me."

Her hands push me back, but I grab ahold of the counter before I can create serious distance. I clear the stray hair from my face.

"I advice you to not do that again..." I warn.

"Or what?"

I regain the distance, sticking my hand in her face.

"Look, I don't know what your problem is but you better get it together quickly because those sub-class extensions can get easily stuck around your neck in the next two seconds. So I recommend you stepping your push up bra, colgate needing, dirty, hoe like self away from me...before you really get fucked up."

She takes a sharp intake of breath, calculating my movements. Abruptly she grabs my neck, slamming me into the wall behind me. She squeezes tighter as my hands claw at hers. I gasp, being unable to breathe.

"His money is mine, his love is mine, HE IS MINE. And I would kill for him!"

Through the clawing and squinted eyes, I see a familiar tattoo on the side of her taut neck.  1...

She's the first and the most screwed. She's Harry's but believes Harry is hers.

That gives me the most unspeakable feeling of power, she's as only as good as Harry's smoldering. She poses no threat to me because she follows orders from Harry, and Harry wants to protect me. He says...

I grab ahold of her wrists, gradually bringing her hands down and pinning her to the counter.

"FI! LOOK AT YOURSELF! All of this ... for him?"

She starts to answer but is drowned out by the sound of glass breaking and women screaming.

I let her go, urgently rushing outside the bathroom into a brawl of what has resulted into tables being overturned and fragments of glass  bathing the floor. Looking over, I see a bloody Harry pinned to wall, taking punches from the very discreet man I saw earlier, his knuckles matching the blood in Harry's mouth.

Everyone stands alert as the equally bloody man peels Harry from the wall and throws him onto another table, it collapsing at the weight. Coming towards him, Harry kicks his heels up into the man's chest, he stumbling next to a wobbly chair. Harry levitates and wipes blood from his stained teeth.

With fist clenched, he approaches the man, who's cap, now ripped, lays upon his scratched head weakly. The familiar armband distracting me only to jump at the contact. His fists pounded heavily on tattered skin.

"Tell me where he is!" Harry screams.

The man doesn't talk, cannot talk, as Harry continues to pulverize his face. It's hell to see, everyone, even I, stunned to see him change to this....killing machine. My breath is shaky, hands twitching as I think of what to do.

"STOP! STOP!" I howl, running towards him and grabbing his shoulders.

"HARRY PLEASE!" Straining to pull him away, but Harry keeps punching with excessive force, grunts escaping both of their mouths.

One blow seems to knock the life out of him, his teeth flailing helplessly onto the tile floors. I panic.

"PLEASE STOP! For everyone in here! For everyone you've ever cared about!-For me, Harry!" I caress his icy face with contrastingly friendly fingers. He freezes in his skin, hands clenched on the man's clothing. "For me." I beg.

He stares upon my weary face, eyes once darker than hell itself, beaming its original sparkle of jade. The transformation astonishes me and I crumble underneath timid bones. Air sliding out evenly from swollen cavities. He lets go of the clothing, the man posing no threat to us in his beaten state. Harry steps closer with his lungs pushed into mine.

"For you."