A Hybrids kiss (exo & block B)

11- Prison bars

Mark had one of his arms wrapped tightly around my neck the other was holding one of my arms as he struggled to get me out of the room. I squirmed, rolling my head back and hitting it with his chin, making me smile a wicked smile as he hissed in pain.

My hair fell across my face once again, I went to flick it out of my right eye but he caught my chin with his fingers. His grip tightened, keeping my head still. My nose twitched and my top lip drew over my white teeth as I breathed heavily through them.

"oh look at that," Mark breathed "my chins bleeding, can you see what you did to me? It hurts." He dramatically gasped.

"good." I answered simply.

"hey!" he snapped "You are going to behave"

I flinched away from him. Was there anybody else in this house? Was it just me and him?

"fine" I said.

He started walking us forward. When we reached the stair case I snapped my elbow back and elbowed him in the stomach. He reached for me as if I was about to make a run for it.

"I can walk by myself" I scowled and began to make my way down the stairs.

"nuh uh! You're not going down there like that!" He grabbed my arm and pushed me into a room.

"there" he pointed to the bed, as I looked closer, I saw clothes that had been thrown onto the cover.

I crossed my arms over my chest "I'm perfectly fine in the clothes I'm wearing"

Mark picked up a pair of dark jeans that looked my size.

"why? " He asked as he examined them "these are much cleaner"

"there is nothing wrong with my clothes" I said.

"oh come on- every girl loves new clothes" he smirked at me.

When I looked blankly at him he threw the jeans at me, I let them fall to the ground by my feet.

"just wear it. There's shoes in the wardrobe, I'll be outside."

"wait, Mark," I called, he turned around and set his dark eyes on me in a questioning look.

"where did you get the clothes?"

"they were my sisters" and he walked out.

I stared at the closed door. With a sigh, I shrugged and picked up the jeans at my feet.

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I didn't look at Mark as I exited the room- wearing the dark skinny jeans and red singlet that was a handful of sizes too small. I kept my face down as I turned to shut the door, I kept my hand on the handle for a moment before looking up at him.

I stared headlong into his triumphant, dark eyes, I blinked and turned towards the stairs.

"are we going?" I asked.

Mark stuttered for a moment, before turning away and running down a few of the stairs ahead of me.

"stay here," he called back to me "I'll tell you when to come"

I shrugged. What ever.

Moments later I heard male laughter coming from down the stairs. I straightened back and raised my chin.

"she's ready. Come on down, Micah." Marks voice called.

I put my hand on the cold, metal railing and made my way down the stairs. I could feel eyes on me and I kept my head down so my dark hair covered my face.