Incubus

Chapter 17

It was once said that love is giving someone the ability to destroy you, but trusting them not to

~Unknown

"Hayden?" my small voice called out into the sudden silence. 

His head snapped to face me, and I could see his curls swing with the movement. A lamp in the alley abruptly flickered to life, and it showered its light down on both figures, casting horrifying shadows across Hayden's face. 

I couldn't believe that I found him, here, in the back of an alleyway. Ever since that strange moment between us in my bathroom, I had been avid about seeing him again. But not like this. 

"What are you doing here?" his venomous voice growled. 

I took a step back, thinking of running away and going back to the club with Emmalyn and Matthias. But the man that Hayden had pinned to the brick wall screamed out at me, "Call the police! Get help, don't leave me here with this psycho! Help me!"

I stood frozen to the ground, unsure of what to do. My brain was telling me to run, but it couldn't get that message down to my feet. Hayden looked down at my hand that was down at my side and said, "Don't think about calling anyone, Corin. I mean it. Go. Leave, and don't come back."

I was beyond confused and didn't know why he would think that hurting anyone was all right. Trying to use logic over force, I said, "Hayden, let him go. I don't know who he is or what he could have possibly done for you to do this to him, but violence is never the answer. This isn't you-"

"You don't know me," he spat out.

"Then let me get to know you."

"Yeah, listen to the girl!" the man cried out, wiggling his legs which were suspended up in the air.

I held my hands up and dropped the phone to the ground, kicking it away. 

"What are you doing that for? Call the cops!"

"Shut up," Hayden snarled at the man, instantly silencing him.

I steadily walked up to Harry, not sure what he would do to me if I got too close. I wouldn't let him hurt this man and end up in jail. 

"Hayden, let him go. This is a serious situation; you could get in trouble."

"I'm not some wild horse that you need to tame, Corin, so get the fuck out of here," he said without looking at me. 

"You may not be a wild horse, but you are... feral. You aren't thinking right now, let me help you."

"Get the fuck out of here." He enunciated every word as clearly as he could. I hesitated but gritted my teeth in determination. My feet swung into motion, and I ran up to him and grabbed his arm in both of my hands. I glared up at him, face set in a grim line. He returned the favor by glaring back down at me.