my first teen fiction c;
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I run away, tears brimming my water line, hoping he wouldn't come after me.
He did.
"Anika!" he shouts, voice echoing throughout the corridor of the frat house.
I don't respond. I only quicken my pace and try my hardest to get away. Away from him.
Soon enough I met with the top of the stairs, slightly fumbling until warm, muscular arms haul me over their shoulder. Automatically I knew it was him. Jai.
"Put me down!" I scream as my fist repeatedly collide against his toned back.
"No," he firmly states.
I keep shouting and hitting nonstop. Every cry and punch gradually weakening me, causing me to finally give up and stop fighting against him. He isn't worth it.
By the time we reach a vacant room located at the very end of the corridor, my breathing finally steadies. He urgently rushes us into the room and kicks the door closed, making sure to lock it. Probably thinking that I'd run away again. Which I'd most likely do.
"Just listen to me. Please," he pleads.
After a moment of silence, he finally sets me down on the bed.
"Leave me alone," I say, keeping my head down.
He unhurriedly starts to bring his index and middle finger under my chin. I flinch and smack his hand away, not wanting to feel his touch right now.
"Don't fucking touch me!"
"Anika please! Im sorry, okay? I didn't mean for the kiss to happen. Just please.. let me explain." He was now on his knees, trying to get me to look at him. Honestly, i couldn't bear to stare into his deep brown eyes. It would only make me become weak and vulnerable instead of being furious.
"Sorry doesn't do shit, Jai! Why the hell did you kiss her then, huh? Did you mean for the kiss to be an accident or what? Because you obviously knew I was in the frat house and you were the one who invited me to this party! So why'd you do it? Why'd you kiss Reanne?"
I felt something wet and steamy roll down my right cheek, a tear. Quickly, I try to wipe it but it only backfires. Several tears start to fall from my eyes. I need to stay strong. But I couldn't. All I felt was hurt and pain crashing through me. Seeing them kiss wasn't just a knife in my heart, it was a million knives stabbing me and pinning me to the ground. Even that didn't hurt as much as what took place right before. It was an image replaying over and over in my head. His hands roaming everywhere around her body and the dirtiest words being whispered into her ears. He was the one who initiated the kiss, he was the one to bring her into his room, and he was the one who shattered my heart.
"Im sorry. Im sorry. Im sorry. Please forgive me. The kiss meant nothing to me! Come on babe! Just give me another chance. I'll make it up to you. I promise! Just forget everything that happened. Please! I love you Anika!"
That was it, I couldn't take it anymore.
"If you loved me, you wouldn't have fucking kissed her! So stop begging for my forgiveness. I'm not falling for your stupid lies anymore."
I abruptly stood up and slapped him -- hard. Severe pain shot up in my arm causing me to whimper lowly. His head was turned slightly to the left from the impact of my hand. When he turned around, I instantly regretted hitting him. Biggest mistake ever. His eyes were pure black. I've never seen him so angry, infuriated even. My face soon turned pale and my hands begun to tremble.
"Did you just fucking slap me?" his voice boomed in the small bedroom, slowly standing up to full height.
The only response I gave was a light nod, not trusting my voice. He was nearly another head taller than me, so it only caused my fear to grow bigger by the second. Suddenly, he grabbed both my wrists and roughly pulled me towards him. We were practically flesh to flesh now.
Slowly, he leaned down towards my ear and whispered, "Wrong decision, babe."
He then moved backwards to analyze my face, making my skin crawl from the mischievous smile he gave me after seeing my reaction.
After a couple more seconds of staring into my dark, hazel eyes, he casually walks out the door. All that can be heard now is the distant sound of music slipping in through the crack of the bedroom door. My thoughts about the previous event flood my head and I'm left there, by myself to think about what will happen.
What will happen to me?
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