The DarkNess Within Him | ✔

Chapter Six

Jayce takes small tentative steps towards me. I just stare, stuck helplessly in place begging my feet to work so I can run away, begging my lips to move so they can part for me to scream.

Every inch of me betrays me.

My feet remains planted firmly on the ground, completely refusing to move as the milk soaks into it, cold and chilling like the cold sweat breaking out onto my skin. My eyes remain locked on Jayce and my lips tremble.

The glass shards shatter further beneath his boots and the loud crunch has goosebumps now enveloping my skin, every bit of me panicking silently.

I am paralysed with fear when he touches my cheek lightly, finger tracing the sharp features of my face with a feather light touch. My skin comes alive at this movement, happy to be revitalised with sparks, renewed with this electrifying and euphoric feeling.

I, on the other hand, blink back tears. I squeeze my eyes shut as I say a silent prayer in my mind, willing this to be a night terror. Willing this not to be real.

It can't be real. No!

Jayce's index finger moves from my cheek to the side of my jaw, then upward along the side of my face before going over my forehead then down the other side of my face and cheek. Each movement of his is slow, daunting and dangerous especially coupled with the sparks. His finger stops beneath my chin and I gasp when he cups it.

My eyes spring open.

Jayce's grey eyes are on me in a way I can't read, his lips curling as he stares me down but the only thing I am focused on is the pressure against my chin that has fear moving from my stomach and worming its way through my ribcage to wrap around my heart painfully, squeezing it with rushed urgency.

Jayce leans forward slowly, his eyes narrowed at me through a frown when he says "You don't get to leave me."

My trembling lips set themselves into a straight line quickly, the scowl on my face obviously evident when with renewed confidence, I say "Go to hell."

Jayce scowls back at me, tightening his hold on my chin as he pulls me up hard to look at him. I match his threatening glare, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

"I'll take you with me." He sneers.

I clench my fists hard, trying to find the courage to hit him, hurt him, something but I just can't. No matter how much my skin is worked up with adrenaline, I can't. I simply can't because the fear strangling my heart is adamant, the painful memories are ever present.

"Go away." I mutter.

"Not without you." He retorts, his grip on my chin tightening further, his finger digging into it cruelly.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." I state through clenched teeth, hoping he can see the hatred that is clearly mirrored in my eyes. Then again, even if he does, he won't care. Jayce never truly cared about me. He only ever cared about what he could get from me. A child.

"You're my mate." He says through a growl, his grey eyes threatening and I know any moment now, his wolf will emerge and he'll hurt me. Just like old times.

That doesn't stop me from saying "That doesn't make me your property!"

"We'll see about that." He says, this time his growl is more threatening when he leaves my chin to gruffly grab the side of my arm and pull me to him. I wince, his action impacting me in my ribs. "We're leaving."

"Let me go!" I scream.

His hand around my arm tightens and the shivers attack me more than his unrelenting hand. The images of that night rush to my mind. Flashes of how he almost killed me. I feel myself begin to hyperventilate and before I know it, my left fist works and I punch him square in the jaw, surprising both of us.