Words are Words (Dan Smith - Bastille Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

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"Jake..please.." I murmered under my breath, I was sure he heard me even though he wasn't acting like it.

He brought his hand under my shirt to touch my stomach, bringing it further down as his other still held my wrists firmly in place.

He finally removed his mouth from mine so I could properly breathe, only moments later to forcefully press his large frame back against me, I had never seen him so desperate for anything like this in his life to go to these levels to get it.

"Jake!" I repeated, tugging at his shirt as I felt his hands claw at my skin. This was going too far.

I brought my knee up infront of myself, pushing it into his chest with force as he stumbled off of my body. He kneeled up before me and wiped his mouth, staring at me as he did so. I looked away and began to stand, his hand stopped me once again and held on to my jaw.

"What's happened to your cheek?"

At first I didn't understand his remark but then my mind traced back to the previous events that had occured from tonight. The guy that had hit me earlier had clearly made it obvious.

"I..uh-"

"Has someone hurt you?!" He interrupted, standing up fully and looking over myself.

"No..no!" I snapped, my voice getting louder as I spoke. I stood up so we were now eye-level.

"It was at work..I accidentally slipped off the ladder when I was putting books on the shelf.." I lied.

I looked back up at him to see his expression was complete and utter bewilderment, I know it was pretty stupid but it was worth the risk of having yet another argument tonight, and he seemed to believe me anyway..well, so I thought.

"It will just go soon hopefully.." I mumbled, touching my cheek and still feeling the pain from before. I began to walk down the stairs as I spoke, suddenly feeling fingers gripping on to my wrist, pulling me back up.

"Your wrist..it-"

"I know..I must've got hurt there too.." I bit my lip and tried not to wince at the touch of his fingers digging in to the red, scratched area where the man grabbed me earlier.

"Don't lie to me, Violet." He hissed, pushing me against the wall, moving closer as he propped his right hand up next to my head. He was mad, I could tell by the way he furrowed his brow.

"Jake, I'm not ly-"

"You better not be." He brought his hand back down to his side. If this got a lot worse there was no doubt he would have without any hesitation rammed his fist into that wall.

He moved away from me, walking down the stairs leaving me breathless.

"So where were you tonight?" He asked, strangely he didn't have any problem with acting normal after all of these moments just happened. I could have asked him the same question.

"Oh..I had to meet with my friend..Dan."

His head turned away from the front door to myself, eyes glaring at me, he was so overprotective.

"Dan..ielle, Danielle, my old school friend."

Another lie. I have no idea why I said that but I didn't want to cause another argument, and he looked like he was going back to his apartment tonight so it was the only thing I could think of to do.

His eyes softened as he began to put his shoes on and sit down on the bottom step of the stairs to tie them. He was leaving. A little relieved, I had to say.

"Oh. Okay." He responded, giving me a small smile and raising his eyebrows as he stood up.

"I better be going anyway. Things to do, people to see." He announed, shoving his hands into his black jacket pockets.

This late? I thought as I checked my watch. 11:23pm.

"Sure. See you soon." I replied, still standing at the top of the stairs. I held up my hand as if to say goodbye when he opened the door and left.

I slumped down against the wall, rubbed my forehead and sighed. Today had been a long day and tonight all I wanted to do was get ready for bed and sleep.

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