Perilous

Chapter 12

He didn't look at me, he didn't even touch me. It's like he didn't know me, or worse - like he didn't want to anymore. The thing that was colder than the wind brushing against my face, was the energy I got as Marshall walked past me and as the dirt beneath his shoes hit at my thighs. I was nothing to him now - but I was enough to where he didn't want me killed.

"Do you think it's a smart idea," started Marshall, "to kill the two prime things that will get us to Malik?" He looked so serious, so cold.

I could feel my blood rushing inside me as he spoke.

The Sargent was stuttering as he began to speak. "N-no sir. We just thought it was worth it hence they ran away Sir."

Marshall looked at him, chuckled with that killer smirk and well enough, knocked the Sargent with a single whip to the head with his own gun. No one was took back by this action, it's who he is.

Who he'll always be.

"Put them in the back seats of my car, make sure they're tied to the car doors." He said as he walked towards the car.

I looked over to Tristan, blood was dripping down from his face as he stared at the ground. He felt my eyes on him and looked over to me then back at Marshall. His curly hair flopped over his eyes as he got picked up and dragged over to the black hummer.

I was next.

I knew I was getting picked up quick but it felt so slow. It felt like my knee dragged the ground slow enough to where I could hear the gravel over the loud talking. I felt like I was the only one in the world, my eyes traced all the dark green leaves on the trees only to land on the man who always caught my eye. He was walking towards me and only then did the thoughts in my head move faster and everything around me moved quicker than the speed of light.

"Mathews. Get the soldiers back to the base, Dre and I will take it from here." Said Marshall. I could feel his cold breath without feeling it against my neck.

I wanted to feel his breath on my neck.

Mathews nodded his head as he called for the other soldiers to head out. I heard the cars start up again, turn around, and head back to the base.

I couldn't bring my self to look up until I saw his hand move closer to mine, and I spoke up.

"Please don't touch me. If you do, I might just die."

My voice was weak, I sounded so vulnerable. So broken, but It's been so long without speaking to him. I felt the tears taunt my eyes, trying to come down my face. I couldn't feel him, his touch would leave me cold. it'd be too much for me. He was always too much for me.

"As you wish."

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Thunder started roaring louder than I've ever heard it before. It was all I could see as I stared out the car window.

I was sitting on the seat behind Marshall, Tristan beside me, hands tied to the other door. The ground we drove on was no longer smooth but rough. Tristan and I would hit ourselves against the doors without meaning to and every once in a while I'd catch Marshall looking at me from the rear view mirror. I'd look away, and he'd cough. I can't stop thinking about him, about his exquisite smirk and soft hands and I couldn't help but imagine him undoing the tied rope around my wrists and kissing them until I forgave him.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Tristan speak up.

"Where the hell are you taking us? This is blasphemy if you won't kill us where are we going Marshall?" His accent would get stronger with each angered word he'd let out.

Dre answered with a laugh instead.

"Who says we won't kill the both of you?"

"Because Mr. love struck Mathers wouldn't dare kill Amira, now would he?"

The car stopped with a strong push on the breaks making everyone in the car move forward.

"No, I wouldn't."

My breathing was loud, I knew he could hear each breath. And he knew he was the reason why.

He was staring at me again, searching for something in my eyes. Then before I knew it, the doors were opening and slamming shut. Dre came to my side and untied the rope from the door, tilting his head to my ear.

"Just because he won't kill you, doesn't mean I won't."

I looked at him, I wasn't phased. I learned their tricks, if he wanted to kill me he already would have.

He dragged me from the wrist and ahead I saw a cabin. It looked so modern, I was took back. Tall dark trees surrounded it with the moon peaking out behind them. Marshall walked in first with Tristan behind him. We were a few feet behind them but I could still hear the clicking of the lights and mumbling coming from the both of them. I wanted to be near him. I wanted to know what he was thinking, why he was thinking it. I needed to know him.

"Move!" Dre pushed my back making me trip on the stairs, I couldn't catch myself my hands were still tied together.

I hit the ground, it sounded harder than it felt, and out he came. Out he came for me.

"Are you kidding me? What the fuck is that going to prove!" Marshall yelled. He looked so angry, so annoyed - I was intrigued.

"Come on man! Just having a little fun!" Dre laughed.

"Fuck off Dre, go get Tristan." He said.

Dre walked past, he would have stepped on my fingers if Marshall weren't here. A part of me wanted him to leave but a part of me didn't. I didn't want us to be alone just yet. I still didn't know what to say to him. How to say it. What to feel.

"Come on." He said softly, grabbing my arm helping me up. And once he did, I felt it all over again. I felt everything I longed and dreaded. I felt my stomach scrunch up in butterflies and my face get hot. Damn, I hate how he can do this to me.

I didn't say anything, he made me speechless.

He came closer to me, rain hitting at his face making him look more angelic as the seconds passed. He held my tied hands, and leaned over to my ear. He let out a breath making goosebumps appear on me, he noticed and chuckled like always.

"I, Amira, have so much I want to say to you."

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AN: Y'all I'm sorry for taking forever. Promise you, I have much more time now. Get ready.

Yours truly, ecstasy shady.