Don't Be Afraid of the Dark [H.S]

Chapter 5.

I got up from the grass, so he doesn't have to keep on dragging me. He opened the front door, then pushed me through, harshly.

"Don't touch me," I whispered, pushing him back also.

He didn't even budge when I tried to push him.

"Don't even try Vienna." he growled.

I clenched my jaw, feeling defenseless.

He turned on the lights beside him, sighing out loudly.

I tried to adjust to the light, but the light just irritates me more. "Go take a shower," he said.

I turned around to face him, oh my gosh...

His face looks so structured, defined, and flawless skin. His jaw is clenched, oh, his jaw. It looks like his jaw can slice through my skin... I just want to touch his plump, wine colored lips, he looks so alluring, and simply, exotic.

His moss-emerald eyes are just stunning, but no longer looks like the same when he I first saw him...they were so innocent, but now they look so hollow and dark as if they don't have any life in them. But those black eyes that I saw back there with the red center, were simply pure evil, did I actually see that color or was I going crazy?

He looked at me with revulsion, as he noticed me studying his features.

"Yes?" he sharply objected.

I looked away quickly, not wanting to respond. He snickered from my reaction, "I'll show you where the bathroom is at," he grunted.

He grabbed my elbow, taking me up these large, milky, double staircase. I looked around, this place is massive but has no personality at all. There's no pictures, just paintings of exquisite, looking women, and metal structures, shaped in geometric shapes. He takes me down this hallway, full with doors which if I even walk in this mansion alone, I might get lost.

We stopped at this one door, then he swiveled open the gold doorknob, then looked at me, as if he's waiting for me to say something.

I narrowed my eyes, feeling uncomfortable. Um, what does he want?

"Am I not going to get a thank you?" he asked, staring at me like I'm some new type of animal at a zoo.

Ha, I don't think he deserves a damn thank you. I try going into the bathroom, but his large hand stopped me, by grabbing my jaw firmly.

"You better have respect in my damn house, if you were someone else, I would have already killed you. Now tell me thank you, before I make you say it," he threatened.

I laughed at his threat, "Make me." I challenged.

He obviously isn't happy from my response, his eyes automatically turn into a darker color than it already is. He takes out his knife, but before he can do anything to me, I swing my hand towards his face, feeling his skin slightly open from the hit, using my nails.

Blood sprinkled from that cut, rolling down his cheek. He touched the wound, then examined the blood on his hand. He looked back at me, his eyes filled with rage, and his eyebrows furrowing.

"You little bitch!" his voice viciously boomed through the mansion. With his other hand, he fondled through his pocket and took out my gun. He aimed it at my head. My breath hitches, but when I was about to slap my gun away, a loud voice interrupted us, "HARRY, WHERE ARE YOU?!" a woman's' shrill voice shouted.

Harry brought down the gun, then he pushed me through to the bathroom, "Don't make any sound whatsoever, or I'll blow your brains out. Understand?"