One Night

At Midnight

This one-shot is set months before The School Bully. Enjoy. (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡ 

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"He's never going to hurt you again, Terry."

Saying that, Iris brushed her hand against my cheek and left me in the bathroom.

I sat on the tub, knees drawn up to my chin, arms around them, and the water lapping at my skin gently. It was nearing midnight and the tears that I've held back during the whole day came brimming in my eyes. I blinked furiously.

I wasn't going to try.

I didn't want to cry.

Not over a bastard like him.

But my iron-clad control could no longer repress my bitter feelings and the tears came seeping down my cheeks.

"So you're my new toy," he told me, grabbing at my hair and pulling my head back violently. "And you're going to my property in the future, aren't you? And here I thought it would be dreadfully boring in America."

My stored tears continued to flow at the memory of the first time we met. I shoved my face between my knees, my sobs wracking my body, barely allowing me to breathe.

His name was Lucas Russo.

Lucas was a handsome boy. White blond hair with not a hair out of place, very pale silver blue eyes, tall as well, though reed-thin, with a perfectly sculptured face. And when he smiled, all the girls around him all but swooned at the sight. We'd met when I was almost 14 years old and him 15. Lucas and his family had just moved to the city from Europe to expand their business.

It had been a great shock for me when Dad announced my engagement with Lucas. But as a dutiful daughter, I accepted my fate and quietly wished he was nice when we were first introduced. My family and his had a quiet and private engagement party to celebrate and that was when I met him.

He wasn't nice.

He lured me into the library in a false pretense of showing me his collection of books.

Inside, he mocked me, taunted me and humiliated me.

And when we went back to the party, acted like he'd done nothing of the sort and lavished me with affection in front of our families.

That was when I knew my life had taken a turn for the worst.

My terror excited Lucas and he delighted in taunting me just to see when I'll break. So I, who had difficulty growing up masking my true feelings, immediately learned control to make him stop his sadistic games.

Still, it didn't stop him from being unreasonably cruel to me.

"See them?" Lucas jerked his chin at a group of girls gawking at us in a party. "They're jealous of you because I'm by your side. So be grateful that I'm your fiancé, you little bitch, and start acting like it."

I felt the pain of the memory slash through my chest and I curled my fingers into my palms, my nails digging painfully into the flesh, and they dug even further when another memory flashed inside my head.

"No?" Lucas said as I struggled to get him off me. "You're denying me what I will have in the future? Are you sure, Terry? Because if I can't have you now I will assure you that our first night together will be rough on you."

My arms tightened around my knees and I started to rock back and forth, my body bucking everytime my breath hitched painfully.

"Why do you even try hard in school, Terry?" he asked, swiping my books off the table. "When you're going to be my wife, you're just going to be at home, waiting on me. You're going to give the words 'barefoot and pregnant' a whole new meaning. So learn how to fucking cook instead, you bloody moron."