Vicious

Hurting

"I don't need to know about him Hazel" Stephen bluntly stated. 

"Well guess what, you listened to everything I had to say until now so you're going to listen to this as well" I said. 

Stephen opened his mouth to say something, but stopped mid way. He grabbed his drink again, and slouched down near me again. The bed gave way as he put his weight on it, and I unintentionally slid closer to him. Our arms barely touched each other, but the slightest movement caused both of us to stare at one another. 

His dark blue eyes bore into mine. They were usually full of some tension or anger, but right now they were full of passion. 

Stephen coughed and said "Well what were you...saying?". 

I turned my face around immediately and stared at the wall. Why did I feel so...rejected? I put the thought aside and started. 

"I was in my first year of college. You should know that I love rugby and I immediately got into the team, that's where I met...him" I said.

Stephen turned to look at me, yet I didn't look back but I could feel his gaze on me. 

"It was after my first match. God, I remember it like it was yesterday" I scoffed. 

"After my game I went to the ice cream shop just two blocks away with my team. We were all in a good mood since we won the game, and I was especially since I got a scholarship for the rest of my college years. When I sat down in the shop with a few of my other friends, I sort of zoned out thinking about...home. I was staring at the counter, but what I didn't realize was that Martin was sitting there. He assumed that I was looking at him, and he started with these super cheesy pick up lines" I laughed. 

"I played along with him, and I felt that we had something. We started 'unexpectedly' meeting each other at other places, and he would say those stupid comments to me again. We laughed together, and eventually we started to get closer. He-he asked me out, and I said yes. We dated for months, and it was perfect. It was like we both understood each other in ways that...were hard to explain. I started to love him, Stephen".

Stephen clenched his jaw and his hands turned into fists, when I said that last line. I wanted to stop right there, because what I was going to say next was not only hard for him...but hard for me. 

"We went to a party, it-it was some sort of college thing with the seniors. One of his friends had invited him, and he asked me to come so I did. My friends warned me about him but I didn't listen, I thought they were jealous because Martin told me of their intentions" I shook my head in disgust. 

"Martin got really drunk at the party and I insisted that we go home, but he didn't listen. Instead he took a step...too far. We never really had a serious make out session, it was just a small kiss here and there. But he wasn't in his senses, but his friends were. They weren't as drunk as him, but turns out they tried take advantage of me. It-it was horrible. I was screaming, yelling for help, but no one could here me. They-they had me pinned against a bed in the dorms upstairs, they dragged me down to" I let down a silent tear at the thought. 

"They weren't going to stop anytime soon, but Martin got a phone call. He quickly perked up, and forced his friends to leave. He took one look at me, but his eyes didn't have one look of pity or shame. They were full of disgust, for...me" I whispered. 

"I left the campus the next week, and transferred to the one further away in New York. During that week he came to me, and my hopes had raised. But he didn't come to say sorry, he threatened me. He said that if I tried to leave he would hunt me down, and-and". 

After a long time I turned around to see Stephen. Usually he averted his eyes, but this time he kept on staring at me. His eyes were intense, but full of confusion.

The mood around us was getting tense and I realized that I should say something. Turning my face around back to the wall I said "What? Is there anything that you missed?". 

Stephen scoffed "Hazel I-I don't seem to get you".

"What don't you get?" I asked innocently.

"You've been kidnapped, almost killed, scared to death, almost raped, and god knows what else. But you're still very...sane about this. I didn't know he did that to you" he said looking at me.

"I think we both know that I was the one who called that night, but if I as so much as heard a peep of you screaming..." he stopped mid way.

I turned around to look at him, why did he stop?

He sighed and said "I think that those are enough sadistic stories for one night. I get that you hurt your head pretty hard, but didn't think that it would change your personality. You've changed into a depressed lunatic Miss Prior".

I snapped my head towards him, and saw a small smirk playing on his lips. I burst out laughing at that. I shook my head to the side as I stopped.

"I don't think I seem to get you Mr. Adela. I don't know a thing about you, yet I feel like I do. For heavens sake you act like-like Christian Grey, with double the mood swings" I scoffed looking at him.

He raised his eyebrow and said "Who's Christian Grey, another boyfriend I presume?".

I laughed and said "I forgot you're Mr. I don't give a damn about anyone else besides myself. Christian Grey is a character from Fifty Shades of Grey. A really popular book and movie series, the guy in the series has major mood swings according to his now girlfriend".

He still had that confused look on his face when I looked at him.

We stayed quite for sometime, not the awkward silence but the comforting one.

It suddenly broke when Stephen said "Do you want to meet Nick?".

I slowly turned my head around as I remembered Ian's words, and the last time I saw Nick. I shook my head in response, agreeing.

He got off the bed, and I did the same. Except when I got up, the world was spinning again.

"Damn it" I whispered.

I felt myself fall into strong arms, as they picked me up.

"Upsie daisy" said Stephen while picking me up.

I put my arms around his shoulders, and leaned into his chest. I felt so...protected. He took me down a long hallway, and as he turned the corner he grunted.

"What's wrong" I asked.

"Miss Prior, you aren't as light as you seem" Stephen said.

"I am not heavy! And don't call me Miss Prior, it makes you look angry" I screamed.

"Shhh! For gods sake its a joke. And what should I call you then Mis-" He stopped mid way to look at me.

I dug my head into his shoulder even further and said "I think Hazel would be fine". 

"Well than Hazel, here we are" said Stephen. 

As promised here is the chapter, and it is a day late... I know. It wasn't me though wattpad wasn't working at the time, so I had to delay until next morning. I hope you like it, I got a little scene of Stephen and Hazel. I wouldn't say my best chapter, but it sums things up a bit. 

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