The Curse Of Aphrodite

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Sorry I'm so late. Disney is coming up and I have to get my shit together. Votes and comments are appreciated. Tell me the character you like the most so far, or how you think this might turn out. Peace ✌

Calla

"Mavric, what do you think you're doing?" With a white knuckle grip on the wheel she stares in her mirror looking at the teen who was leaning on one elbow in the back seat.

"I'm getting what I want. You had your chance. I gave you a chance and you blew it. Now, matters are in my own hands." He fully gets up and pressed the knife against her throat.

"Mav, this is not you." Calla explains calmly while slowly pulling her phone out of her pocket.

The teen makes no acknowledgment towards the girls words. He just readjust his grip on the knife without a word.

With calm hands, she dials Vasa and Nem's numbers. Vasa' s voice rings through the speaker, and Calla turns down the volume all the way so Mav can't hear them.

"Mavric, let me go. It's not to late. Just get out of the car and we'll pretend this never happened." Calla tucks her phone underneath her seat discreetly.

"No, there are to many people trying to get in the way of us, and I'm sick of it. They don't understand us." He viciously scratches his jaw leaving red scratches.

"Mav, your hurting yourself. You're not ok." Calla keeps her eyes on him the entire time. There is something not right about the entire ordeal.

"Im fine. I'm fine." He hisses. "Drive." More pressure is increased on the knife as Calla starts the engine and put the car in drive following the directions given hoping V and Nem were getting it.

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The CRV  was shaking, winding its way through the dusty, rocky, pothole infested road. Calla watched loose dirt and stones kicked up by the tires into the autumn air. She adjusted her phone that was still on the twenty minute call to her friends.

"Pull over here." Mavric finally spoke sending the knife deeper into the soft skin on her neck.

Calla did as told putting the car in park. She looked in her rear view mirror at Mav. His face was illuminated by the last days of light and she saw he was drenched with sweat.

His hand was like hot coals burning into her flesh. She watched him, his dark eyes sweeping over the landscape at the long abandoned farmland and silo.

He gripped her arm tightly then exited the passenger seat pulling her by her arm over the center console.

"I want you all for myself." He jerked her along the path to towards the silo. "You will be mine. All mine, no one elses. No one will bother us here. No one will get in our way. No Nemor, no Vasa, no Aspen. We can be together."

"Mavric, you need help, and I'm here to help you. We all were. Are. You don't have to do this." Calla tries to deescalate the situation in a mannor that won't cause harm to either one of them.

"I don't need help. There is nothing wrong with me." He runs a hand through his hair in a crazied mannor.

"Mavric, just let me go. This is not the right way to go about this." She really tries to get away in a non aggressive manner.

"You will not leave me. You will learn to stay with me, and do as you are told." He laughed at her. "You are mine now." He pulls her back to his chest and ushers her foward.