I Just Want To Feel You || DISCONTINUED

Chapter 3

Sebastian's hand quickly grasped his side. I looked over at where the bullet had landed, right beside my feet. I moved over, hoping for no more shots to emit and looked to where the shot came from. A blond male stood there, his hand held high with a pistol still cocked. "You bitch!" he shouted, running off whilst reloading the gun.

I looked at Sebastian, who had his eyes wide open, pulling his hand away from his now ripped leather jacket. "You hurt?" I questioned.

He looked at me as if surprised, "The hell do you care?!"

I looked at him in his eyes and repeated myself, "Were... you... hurt...?"

He glared at me then lowered his gaze toward his jacket, "No." I glared at him, then the mark left behind. I grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him back into the church. "What are you doing?! Phantomhive, hey! Let me go!" He demanded.

I pulled him inside and at the bang of the shutting doors, I bent down and looked at the tear in the fine leather. I let out a deep sigh seeing that he wasn't harmed. "So you're okay," I stood up straight again, making direct eye contact.

Sebastian ignored my words and turned toward the windows, "That mother fucker got away. Probably saw you and was scared of hurting a fucking three year old."

I nodded to myself, "Perhaps he did." He looked at me, clearly surprised, yet I made my way toward the door, opening them to leave.

"What's your deal, wimp?" He growled.

I turned to him with a raised eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Why do you care?"

I examined his features for any sign of cockiness, not seeing any. "Fuck you, Michaelis," I scoffed, turning to leave. I walked toward to exit, hearing Michaelis' sharp footsteps hit the ground harder than mine.

Another gunshot sounded to which I did not react. Instead, I found myself on the floor with a weight on top of me. I snapped my head toward the source of the sound, only to see the blond from earlier standing by the other side of the road. I looked at the body on top of me. Sebastian was out of breath, holding me in a protective embrace.

"Fucking suicidal asshole..."

I pushed him off at the memory of his words, disgusted. I stood up and heard another gunshot, feeling a bullet whiz past me, barely touching my hair. The kid's aim was close but not on point.

I felt Sebastian pull me by my wrist down to the ground again, careful that I did not hurt my injured arm, "Are you trying to get killed?!"

I glared at him, "Leave the fucking suicidal asshole alone," I pulled my hand away from him, getting up once more.

"Ciel, fucking listen to me. Get down or Erwin will get you!"

"Who the hell is Erwin?"

"That asshole! Now get down!" He grabbed me again, pulling me to the cold concrete.

"What's your problem?! He's after you, isn't he?!" I questioned, another gunshot sounding. I watched as it hit his jacket again, receiving a flinch from the jock. He gasped, grabbing my attention. "Did it get you?"

"No," he answered, "He was part of a gang I was in but I took his coke from him. Twenty grams at least."

"Drugs?!"

"I was in some serious shit, unlike a wimp like you," he scoffed.

"If I'm a wimp, let me go already," I growled, trying to pull away again.

"Listen, Phantomhive. If he gets you, that's his victory, not--"

"Wouldn't you be fucking satisfied? Leave me alone, you douche bag," I spat, breaking my wrist free.

"Who the fuck said I wanted you dead? Do all suicidal fucktards think that everyone wants them dead? Fuck, Phantomhive, I don't want you dead. Your death would kill me."

I hushed myself at his answer. Footsteps clicked and you could hear a gun cock. I felt Sebastian stand up and watched him as the blond made his way closer. I saw Sebastian dig his hand in his jacket's pocket.

Does he have a gun, too?!

I didn't move. Would 'Erwin' end up shooting me in worry that I would accuse him of something? Would he fear that I would report him to the cops? Would he just shoot me for trying to leave? Thoughts filled my head as I thought of what would have happened if I just had gone with Angelina back home.

"What's Sebastian doing at a church?" The blond snarled, flipping his gun in his hand, "I don't think God would let a lowlife like you get away with all you've done so easily, you shit."

"I would say the same about you. Did I intimidate you into trying to kill me?" Sebastian laughed, "You came to kill me because you couldn't take my very existence. Some low tolerance you have there."

The blond looked at me in disgust, "What're you doing with that piece of crap? Is he your little brother or some shit? Fucking midget." He laughed.

I sat up, getting out of the uncomfortable position. "No, just some kid who you ended up attacking. Hell, you're on camera," Sebastian shrugged, looking toward the grocery store across the street. A man was standing there, looking out at us. He quickly ran inside when Erwin and Sebastian looked at him, yelling out in some foreign language.

"Fuck," Erwin growled, shoving his gun in his pocket, turning to run off.

"I've got the proof, you dip shit! You won't get away!" Sebastian shouted after him, dipping his own gun back into his pocket. He looked to me again, "Get lost before I make you."

"I wouldn't have stayed even if you told me not to," I glared at him and made my way toward the road, crossing the street to get into the grocery store. I heard footsteps behind me, but I ignored them as I saw the shop owner shouting more foreign words through a phone. I grabbed a water bottle from one of the racks and placed it on the counter, leaning on it and watching as the shop owner hung up.

He looked at me, running over and grabbing my shoulders tightly, "Are you okay?!" I nodded, sighing as he let me go, relieving the tension from my injured arm. "Who they?! Why they have gun?" he asked, worry clearly shown on his face.

"Kids, they're kids. Now how much is this water?" I questioned, pulling out a few coins from my pocket.

He looked at me in surprise and lowered his gaze. "One fifty," he answered, ringing open his cash register. I handed him the money and popped the cap off the water bottle, taking a sip. "What on your arm?" he inquired, feeling my sling.

I pulled my arm away abruptly, "Don't touch me."

"Sorry, sorry," he nodded, taking the money and putting it in his register. I walked out, hearing his, "Have good day!"

I walked along the sidewalk, seeing where I was. Home was a few blocks away and Michaelis had disappeared.

***

I turned the knob, seeing Angelina gossiping on the phone again. I shut the door and made my way to my room, "Ciel, honey, come say hi to--"

"No!" I growled loud enough so the person on the phone could hear.

Angelina glared at me and I shut the door loudly, not wanting to let her phone rest. "I'm sorry, he got into a fight today and I hope he's all right!" I heard her say rather loudly.

You don't care so stop pretending that you do.

I turned to the razors on my nightstand, staring at them and contemplating whether I should even touch them. I walked closer and right before I even touched it, a flashback of Sebastian came into my head.

"Fuck, Phantomhive, I don't want you dead. Your death would kill me."

I turned toward the window and growled, "Like hell he cares." I walked away from the razors and lay on my bed, tired and exhausted, still hearing Angelina growl about how wonderful I was and how unfortunate Mother and Father's death was. Some bullshit

"Your death would kill me."

Would it really? I buried my face into my pillows, shutting my eyes and falling asleep.