SCARED // h.s.

03

SORRY FOR THE HOLD UP

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Kyle's point of view

I BIT MY LIP instinctively, tightly clenching my fingers around the steering wheel as I sped down the icy road. My heart thumped erratically beneath my chest, causing short and ragged pants to escape pass my lips and my chest to fall in a sharp, irregular pattern. Beneath my skin, my lungs were broiling with anger as my mind kept replaying the image of her scared face and the tears brimming in her hazel eyes.

How dare him? Who the fuck did Harry think he was to have the audacity to put his hands on her? I've never seen Noelle so uncomfortable and petrified in my life. She was usually so fearless and strong. I felt my cheeks become warm, the flesh surely consuming pink at the thought of Harry taking her away from me, or most importantly hurting her. Noelle was mine. And the thought of him putting his filthy hands on her me was extremely high for me. It gave me the fuel to beat life out of him. Death was seeping through my skin as I took another harsh turn out of a darkened alley, rusty tires being screeched against the wet pavement.

I continually allowed my fingertips to glide along her delicate skin, soothingly rubbing small circles into her thigh and squeezing the flesh every now and then. She rested her head onto the glass window, her eyes still wide with dismay, refusing to utter a single word. "Noelle," I began again. "Will you at least tell me what he said to you? I can't help if you're not going to be open with me, baby."

No answer.

She hasn't spoken a word to me since we left the diner. I wasn't sure of what he's said to her, but as far as I could tell he's said some fucked up shit that's shaken her up a lot due to the way her hands were shaking tremendously in her lap. I felt hatred rush through my body over and over again as I kept examining the fragile girl in the seat next to me tremble with fear. Her beautifully tanned face had turned pale and her now withered makeup was cascaded down her flushed cheeks, due to her crying just moments ago.

Harry was such a fucking disgusting prick and psychopath. I felt helpless. Nothing I said or did earned a single word from her. I could only imagine how much pressure she was lying under and how scared and intimated she might've felt. My hatred not only towards Harry, but towards myself, too, for not being there when I should have been.

He's already taken the life of someone I actually gave a damn about, and I refuse to let him take another one. I remember crying myself to sleep every night, practically beating myself up because of what he's done to her. She was gone because of him. I remember feeling so pitiful, stupid, and alone. Everything was my fault. I wasn't there to protect her. I was so clueless and indifferent. And because of that, I will protect Noelle with my life.

Noelle's point of view

My entire being shook with fear as I breathed in through my nose and out of my mouth sharply. I felt the hairs on the nape of my neck stand and my heart pounding harshly against my chest, hearing it ring throughout my ears. I knew for a fact that I looked a mess and that I probably was a mess.

The idea of some random person knowing exactly where I lived, who I interacted with, and basically everything else about me was completely terrifying to me. I didn't know a thing about Harry, nor did I know why he wanted me so bad. But what I did know was that that wasn't going to be the last time that I would be seeing this creep. Deep down inside I felt as if I would be facing him again. He even knew where I worked and what school I went to.

I hadn't really thought about his appearance. I was expecting old, scary, disgusting. Nowhere in my thoughts did I expect him to be decent looking, never mind attractive. Now that I finally knew who this sick, psychopath was, I couldn't stop picturing his breathtakingly gorgeous face in my mind and I couldn't stop hearing his deep voice repeat itself throughout my ears. His luscious, heart shaped lips looked so pink and irresistibly soft. They looked full and satisfying, making me want to push my lips against his and savor the feeling. I just wanted to run my fingers the mop of curly brown hair sitting on top of his head. You would get lost in the deep forest green of his eyes. The way his gaze burned into mine so desperately held something. He stared at me as if he wanted to... eat me. The foreign feeling sent a shiver down my spine, causing my throat to become dry. It was greed.