Fallen Angel

Chapter 8

ELLA

I shook from fear as Christian tightened his grip on my shoulders. I bit my lip to keep myself from bursting into tears from the pain I was in.

Christian's jaw was clenched and his muscles were tense. He looked beyond mad. He looked furious.

I felt a sting in the back of my eyes and soon, I felt some tears slide down my cheeks.

I mentally cursed. Now, I looked weak in front of Christian. But the truth was, Christian was hurting me a hell of a lot right now.

I took a quick glance at my wrist. It already had dark purple bruises on it and a handprint could be seen.

Now, how on earth am I going to hide that and the one's that will surely be on my shoulders?

I shook my head, hoping the tears would just go away. But they didn't.

"S-S-Stop. Y-You're hurting me," I choked out, a whimper escaping my lips.

Christian's angry expression quickly changed into a shocked one. His hands released their grip from my shoulders, causing me to slump in my seat.

My whole body shook as tears continued to fall down my cheeks. My shoulders were throbbing in pain as I just sat there, not bothering to move an inch.

"Ella, I--" Christian began, but I cut him off, not wanting to hear whatever it was he had to say.

"Don't." I whispered, my voice shaky.

Christian sighed, reaching his hand out to take my hand.

I flinched away from him though, not wanting him to touch me. I was frightened of him and what he may do to me. I was scared he'd hurt me even more than he already had.

"You don't have to be scared of me." Christian whispered.

I looked at him like he was crazy.

Was he honestly being serious right now?

I shouldn't be scared of him after what he just did?

Sure. I shouldn't.

Christian looked at me, his lips slightly parted.

Neither of us said a word.

I could feel Christian's eyes on me. I slowly got up, trying to regain my strength as my body still shook. I was so hurt. Not only physically, but emotionally, too. The fact Christian lashed out on me like that, and put his hands on me, made me feel so humiliated and weak. It made me feel hurt.

"Ella, please, don't go," Christian pleaded, taking a hold of my hand.

I glared at him and yanked my hand free from his grip.

"Don't touch me," I whispered, taking a few steps back. I wanted to get as far away from Christian as possible.

Christian sighed heavily, taking a hesitant step towards me.

I shook my head, taking another step away from him. I took a few shaky breaths before turning around and running out of the library as fast as possible.

I heard Christian yelling my name. I heard him run after me.

That only made me run faster, until I was at my doorstep.

I leaned my hands on my knees and tried to catch my breath. My wrist was bruised and dark purple, my shoulders were hurting horribly.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought of what just happened. I was so scared, so hurt. I never felt this scared or hurt.