.Rise And Fall.

.Rise and Fall. (44)

I want you
I'll colour me blue
Anything it takes to make you stay.

~Blue, Troye Sivan.
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|Chapter: 44|

"I said put me down."

I'd empty all the contents inside my stomach if I stay like this for another minute.

That's what happens when you try to walk past a very angry bad boy, he yanks you on his shoulder like you're a potato sack and carries you to his room, or whatever. Highly cliché. Honestly, I was really enjoying the view, I mean who wouldn't right? The boy had a well built up back with a bonus of no jacket and hard defined muscles on free show. But now I've started to feel dizzy beacuse I've no much experience of a upisde down world. Aside from all these I was mad. Very mad. He cannot just have everything his way like he didn't hurt me.

"Put me down", I gritted my teeth, almost feeling the bile rising up in my throat and then pushing it back again. I hit his back in attempt to free myself, then came the most unexpected slap on my ass. My eyes widened with realisation at what he just did. And I stopped struggling for a moment.

He walked upstairs, leaving everyone's mouth hang open to their knees as we pass them. But no one dared to take a step against him. I was embrassed, yet I looked up to see Stella's face. Just like I thought, it held pure hatred in her eyes for me. Where is Salvor gone again?

Then he went inside a room and threw me on the bed. Due to the soft mattress my body bounced a little. He harshly slammed the door closed before locking it and my heart started to pound like a wild drum.

Is this the part where he turns into a big werewolf and claims me to be his mate? I swear too much werewolves stories are damaging my brain cells.

I was counting the seconds the way he took his steps towards me on the bed. His eyes were dark. I quickly got up and made a run to escape.

He grabbed my arm to pull me back again. Harshly.

"Don't touch me", I pulled it away from him and took steps behind to maintain the distance he created by staying away from me for a week.

"I'm gonna make it real quick. Who is he?", he asked that question for the eleventh time now.

"No one you should be concerned about", I said folding my arms. I love my new found confidence. That seems to madden him more, he gritted his teeth trying his best to control his anger.

"You met him at a club? Seriously club? What were you even thinking?" He was pacing the floor now. Finally something different from 'who is he?', I thought.

"Open the door", I said instead, walking towards it.

Suddenly he grabbed my arms again, this time he pushed me up against the wall. "Just answer the damn question."

Even though how much I missed his body pressed to me, I'm not taking his shits anymore. I tried to push him away. If only that was possible. But like a stubborn kid, I didn't stop struggling and kicking him.

"FUCK! JUST ANSWER ME", his shouted this time making me froze with fear.

But I wasn't going be the weak one like always.

"What do you want to know?", I yelled out no more holding back the tears.

"Eveything that happened that night. Everything." He showed no mercy that I was a crying mess. And that made me not like him even more. His major mood swings were giving me major headache.