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Chapter 4:

 

//Christian on the side//

 

 

Kayla's POV:

"You WHAT?!" The oh-so familiar voice sent a chill crawling up my spine.

"Yep." I grumbled in annoyance, as I picked a fallen leaf off of my black, wool sweater. I sighed, resting my head back against the rough bark of the large maple, running the scene that just unfolded mere minutes ago, through my mind for the millionth time, my heart aching more and more each time.

"You mean, you spoke with...him," his voice was dripping with disgust, as he tilted his chin up in a way to show off his "superiority". I nodded slowly, my eyes flicking towards him as he leaned agitated against a near-by tree.

"I thought I told you to stay away from that bastard!" His voice boomed throughout the forest, splitting the silence that had settled over it like a butcher's knife. I flinched inward, recoiling from the sound. His eyes held rage dancing within them, his regular, hazel eyes now bordering on pitch black.

That's Christian for you. A cocky, egotistical bastard, who holds himself high on a pedestal above everyone else. Over the nearly 3 years I've come to know him, I've witnessed 2 main sides to him: Evil, and sadistic. Well, asides from the few attempts at what he thinks are "sweet" gestures he's made towards me, that is. He treats me like shit, but others have said it's due to the fact that he feels something more towards me than he lets on.

Yeah, and I'm Shakira.

"Why do I need to shut them out again?" I spoke once I regained a portion of my confidence back. I folded my arms across my chest. He smirked menacingly, pushing off from the trunk of the tree, and closing the miniscule distance between us. His short, perfectly parted midnight black hair rustled in the wind, green eyes shining with amusement, and something deeper as they gazed into my blue ones.

Christian Belstoph was a very, good looking man, although his personality is shit. Given, if the circumstances were different, I'd might have even been attracted to him. Tall, lean, mysterious; any girls' dream. Except for me, he was more like a nightmare.

"Because. You know the rules..." His deep, rough voice sent chills through me as his warm breath fanned my face. "No one can know our little secret." He placed a stray piece of my hair behind my ear. I so desperately wanted to cringe away, but he had power over me, which sucks major ass. "If they do find out, they have to be punished..." He whispered directly in my ear, before smirking like a mad-man. His rough, wet lips connected with my neck, sucking slightly. I was caught in a daze for about 3 seconds; just swimming in the waves of bliss he was pouring through me, before reality set in. I froze, and summoned up all my strength and will-power, before I flung him into a decaying tree crumpled on the ground, catching him completely off-guard.

That, is where I draw the damn line.

HIs eyes burned with rage, as he flew up beside me in a mere second; recovering quickly, causing me to flinch in shock.

"Watch it, newborn. I happen to hold your little loverboys' life in the palm of my hands." His face twisted into a smirk, before uprooting a 10 foot tree clean from the ground, his biceps flexing under his tight, black t-shirt. With a wink, he sent it hurling a great distance away, smiling proudly at his work. My eyes followed its path, my superhuman hearing picking up a very prominent 'thump' about a half kilometer away. "Unless you would like me to do that to him, I suggest you listen to what I say, and be the good little girl I've trained you to be." He patted me on the head mockingly, as if I were an untrained puppy. Each pat, I winced, crinkling my face in anger.