High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 8

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"I have found so much beauty in the dark; as I have found so much horror in the light."

-Unknown

His room wasn't big yet it wasn't small. Though there was so much stuff packed into the cramped room, it looked... empty and lonely.

He turned to me, eyes harsh and uncaring.

"You know where you're sleeping right?"

I sighed. Its not that hard to guess, considering how much of an asshole he was.

"The floor right?" I said, sarcastically.

He smiled, a real genuine smile that surprised me.

I quirked an eyebrow, confused. "Why the hell are you smiling?"

"Because, you're learning fast."

"Learning what?"

"That I don't care about your well being or comfort in this house. Most girls that I bring here always attempt to get in my bed and con me. Fucking annoying."

Okay, that hurt. Alot. But I didn't tell him that, because that would only show that I let him win.

I laughed humorlessly. "Girls actually get attracted to someone as insolent and heartless as you? Hell, I'm surprised they even wanted to come to your house. Your equivalent to the devil's son in my opinion. I'd rather burn aliv-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

I froze. Did I go to far?

His jaw was clenched, as he tightned his slender fingers into a fist. His chest was moving rapidly, almost as if his heart was trying to beat its way out his chest. But his eyes, god his eyes were so full of anger and hurt and fury.

They could spit fucking dragon balls if they wanted.

He stepped closer to me, glaring daggers at me.

"Don't you ever say that again!" He was chest to chest with me now. I looked back to see I was against the wall. Trapped. I gulped, scared.

Mashing a finger into my chest, he continued to yell at me.

"I don't have to let you stay in here. If you want to go fucking burn in hell, then go right ahead. You'd fit right in. You're fucking worthless and trash."

I tuned him out after I heard those words. Worthless and trash. Tears stung my eyes as he continued ranting. My chest was hurting. Those words... god how many times have I heard them? Over a hundred maybe.

I tried to move, but he gripped my arms and slammed me back. My head slammed against the edge of the doorway. I winced. The throbbing pain in my head was killer, but not as bad as my thigh was before we wrapped it.

I bit my lip, tears sliding down my face silently. The boy stopped to look at me, his eyes softening a little. He let go of me and stepped back, still breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?"

I shook my head. I was feeling dizzy. And sick, very sick. I needed to lay down.

As I slid down the wall and onto the floor, I looked at the boy.

"With everything you just said to me, I rather you stabbed me to death. That's how hurtful and bad of a monster you are. I don't know what the hell I ever done to you, but I don't care. I don't want you to speak to me anymore. At all. I don't need to hear any more venomous words you have to say. Goodnight."

With that, I closed my eyes and let the oblivion of darkness take over.

Author's Note: Marnie... god you're making me cry *cries silently* This isn't my best chapter guys, sorry.