(Music: BTS, Hold Me Tight)
I feel soooo bad for not updating this book, I keep forgetting! But anyways thank you my beloved readers for being merciful and patient!!!
Snow.
As Koo played the camera record for the guy, the guy wasn't the person who caught my attention . . . even though he was the main person in the recording.... It was the person who was going to receive a small memory card... It was a friend of my Dad's.... He'd came over a couple of times, and I'd always thought he was weird, but seeing him here in the recording . . . made him seem even more weird, for some reason I couldn't place....
I'd always called him bald eagle since he first came over when I was only a kid, but he had stopped coming over recently and Erai had came over instead..... To be honest I preferred bald eagle, but then I didn't really have a choice in the matter, it wasn't that I liked bald eagle just that he wasn't as weird as . . . . Erai....
Time seemed to freeze, as I stared at the screen playing the camera footage, as the times were bald eagle would get . . . weird tumbled through my head, and the way I never knew his real name, which had been one of the many reasons I'd called him bald eagle....
It would make sense that he did drugs, it seemed to explain quite a lot about him, but I could not bring myself to believe that my Dad knew that . . . no . . . that was not the reason that man was at our house all the time talking about "packages".... Dad may not be the best in the world, but he wouldn't do that . . . would he?
He wouldn't go through the possibility of being caught and separated from me, like my Mum had, he knew how it felt and experienced what it felt like there would be no way he'd let the possibility of that happen to me if he could help it . . . he wasn't that bad.... He couldn't be . . . h--he just couldn't!
Shaking myself free from the captivity of my mind, and stormed off to my room ignoring the worried glances I got from Aizawa and Bito, and the surprised glance from Rocky. I needed to make sense of this!
I grabbed my bag, looking at my reflection in the bedside mirror, and pulled my hair back into a ponytail.
I sighed when I heard a faint knock on my door.
"Yes?"
I heard the click as the door open, and the soft footfalls, as someone entered my room, and the click as they locked the door. I glanced over in there direction, but I then swung around staring at them wide eyed.
The figure stood before me, clad in black, deep chocolate coloured hair combed back, and the deep hazel eyes that held malice, high cheek bones, and lips pulled in a grim line.
"Why are you here?"-I asked finally getting over my initial shock.
They didn't answer as their eyes scanned me up and down, before staying glued to my chest as he finally spoke, his cruel deep words, ringing through the room sending fear shooting across my body.
"Take it off."-he said to my chest, and if it was anyone else I would of punched them and told them to remove there eyes from there as my face was up here, but this wasn't just anyone else...
I shook my head, my eyes grew wide when he took quick steps towards me and grabbed me by my arm, before dragging me across the room and throwing me on the bed.
I screamed when his greasy fingers fumbled at the zip of my hoodie, bringing my knee up to hit his head. In panic I scrambled off the bed making a run for the door.
My fingers pulled at the handle put it stayed firm as it was locked, sending fear into the very depths of my body, I was trapped in the same room as him!
I pounded on the door, crying for help, when a firm grip yanked me backwards and sent me flinging across the room and crashing onto the floor.
I groaned as a numbing pain started on my back gradually spreading, and in moments I felt his hands on me again. He growled in frustration and grabbed my hoodie, I stared at him as tears filled my eyes, before my head shot back as I let out a scream of pain as the hoodie pulled against my bruised back as it was forcefully ripped off me.
He settled himself on top of my waist holding my hands firmly above my head with one hand, and I tried to kick him but his other hand prevented me before coming in firm contact with my face.
"Feisty are we?"-Erai asked teasingly.
I didn't respond as the stinging pain spread across my face, and tears spilled onto my cheeks as I thought desperately as to how I was going to get out of this without another bad ending.
The loud music downstairs would hinder White Rascals from hearing my screams, I needed something else and I needed to think fast.....
Erai's hand snaked across my back as forced his lips on mine, desiring entrance but gaining none, as I tried to pull away from him I began kicking the floor repeatedly with all my strength. White Rascals would either hear it, or I'd break the floor but I was NOT going through all this with Erai again!
I felt Erai get restless from my continually pounding which only gave me more strength to keep going. Much to Erai's dismay footsteps could be heard along the corridor, and I screamed and struggled to get away from Erai even more.
I heard desperate knocking on the other side of the door, and Erai glanced at the door before staring at me with both lust and hate before pounding his fist against my stomach, and then climbed off me and towards the window.
I let out a straggled gasp in surprise as my hands raced to my stomach in pain, taking ragged gasps trying to get air down into my lungs, but it didn't feel like it was working as breathing wasn't helping, it was like I couldn't get enough oxygen into my lungs.
I heard my door crash down and hands randomly grab me, I whelped when hands snaked around my back brushing across large bruise swelling across my back. And my eyes focused on the White Rascals as they crowded into the room, Bito and Aizawa by my side, Enari staring at the open window, Rocky, Koo, and the guy from the drug incident stood in the doorway.
And that is it for, now to be honest I was going to do something else, but I decided to spice things up in a different way to give myself a bit more time to perfect the plot~
Snow.
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