Human Hater

Chapter 3: Hell

"Let me go!" I screamed as he held me by my leg and dangled me in front of his displeased face.

"Nope." He grinned; he still looked scarily frustrated at the same time.

I felt sick continuously hanging upside down, so I attempted hitting him. It was no use. He merely laughed as I twisted my body repeatedly and threw my arms around in the air.

"You done yet?" He grinned slightly.

I glared and gave in. He couldn't hold me like that forever. Surely someone would notice my absence and come and get me. I finally stopped kicking and punching the air. I hung limply, merely waiting for him to do whatever the hell he wanted.

Why did he say I was gross?

My thoughts came to a stop as Dylan stopped speaking and dropped me. I screamed, automatically thinking he was going to let me fall to the ground, and I nearly had a heart attack when his abnormally huge hand came into view. He grabbed me before I fell any further and threw me in the air and dropped me again. The only words encircling my brain were: 'I am going to find a way to destroy him.'

I screamed and screamed as we continued the same monotonous cycle. He grabbed me, dropped me, caught me, laughed. Over and over again.  Just think... I didn't even KNOW him.

He placed me on his palm and hastily picked me up again by the back of my shirt. I huffed in annoyance as I was abruptly lifted up to his eyes, expecting another visit to bloody Mars.

However, he didn't throw me.

He smirked, and opened his mouth wide, his eyes twinkling in amusement. I watched him, my eyes widening. He licked his lips- clearly trying to scare the hell out of me; his beautiful teeth glistened in the sunlight. How were they so white? I fidgeted irritably.

"Don't you DARE." I huffed. "You know what, screw it you irrelevant git," I muttered.

I heard him laugh as he continued winking and attempting to taunt me. Do you know that powerless, vulnerable, idiotic feeling? I honestly wished I were as big as him. I would clobber him in a heartbeat. I was literally about to lose it before my knight in shining armour appeared.

"DYLAN WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?" Joshua shouted.

Dylan sighed and lifted a screaming-kicking-punching-me away from his mouth.

"Saying hello to our new neighbour." Dylan replied in a 'duh' tone.

"For goodness sake," I muttered.

"You mustn't do it that way. What must she think of us now?" Joshua sighed. Dylan shrugged and raised his eyebrows as Joshua stared, unamused.

"Well, the girls are inside now, so I suggest you go and show Maya around or something. Don't pull a stunt like that again or I will tell." Joshua warned.

Dylan looked down at me and smiled.

"I'm sure she would be delighted! Let's visit my room first!" He replied in a sarcastic tone. Joshua didn't seem to comprehend what was happening, either that or he didn't care about my MENTAL WELLBEING, as he grinned and turned on his heel back into the house.

"You have got to be kidding me." I shook my head.

Before I had a chance to even turn around huge digits grasped my body and pulled me forcefully back into the air, straight up to Dylan's face.

"So... Where should we go first hm?" He questioned, eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Listen." I began. "I don't actually know you, and I don't know how this even happened, but I don't want anything to do with you. I don't care if you're my neighbour, or if you dislike me, so quit playing with me for your entertainment." I complained.

We merely remained silent for a minute or so as I gazed up at him, awaiting his response. He quirked a brow at my comment.

"Damn..." He started, biting his lip. I hoped that he would think through his previous actions as I did mine. For a moment, he looked guilty. Just a moment, before returning to his original, annoying expression.

"Fortunately I can, and will do what I want." Dylan laughed softly, stretching as he stood with me in his hand. I rolled my eyes as he began walking, failing to care about my discomfort as he held onto me firmly. It was clear that he didn't care whether he would hurt me or not.

I fidgeted uncomfortably in his grip to the extent where he eventually tutted and shoved me into his shirt pocket in annoyance. I smirked and attempted to stand on the soft, unbalanced surface. Eventually, I managed to pop my head over the top of his pocket, watching as he wandered off somewhere.

I suddenly felt confused. We were now towards the back of his house; he had walked past the front door. I couldn't help but question this.

"Where are we going?" I asked cautiously, craning my neck to look up at him. Dylan ignored my question, failing to respond as he hastily walked to the side of his house, glancing up at the window. For a second, he looked down at me, laughing softly.

I was about to make a petty remark before his body jolted into action. I screamed as he grabbed onto a branch of a tree on the side of the house, pushing himself upon it. I glared, gasping as he continued to climb until he reached his window; it appeared to be the window to his bedroom.

I heard him snigger as he pushed his window open, steadily jumping into his room with a loud, deafening thump as he hit the ground.

"Why would you do that, you idiot? Why go through a window instead of the door?" I screeched, attempting to climb out of his stupid pocket. Dylan chuckled, his hand nearing my small figure as he grabbed me.

"To piss you off." He replied bluntly, his eyes studying me curiously.