Toxic For You

3.

I fought back and struggle. I pull my head away, trying to escape his grip. He grabbed me by the arm and drag me forcefully.

He led me into the basement door and opened the door. He unlocked the cuff and shove me into the small space. Before I could get up and escape, he closed the door. As a result, my body slammed into the metal door. I winced.

"I'll be back by 7. Want anything?" Was muffled behind the door. I hit the door out of anger. "I guess that's a no?" He chuckled. The sound of his footsteps slowly getting fainter as he climbed the stairs.

I wait and wait. I stand beside the door with the chair in hand. The plan was to hit him and scram.

Hours passed, I heard a creak. I clench the chair tighter. As the footsteps gradually becoming louder and louder, I held the chair over my head.

The weight of the chair made my slender arms wobble. Assuming the hunger and exasperation were still present. The door flung open and he entered, "I'm bac-" without a second wasted, I hit his head with the wooden furniture.

He groan in pain. The hit was able to wound him, blood streamed down his face, tainting his beauty. I ran towards the stairs. He grabbed my leg and yanked it. He pulled me down and I feel my body make contact with the height inconsistency of the stairs.

"You're still very stubborn, just the way you are," he smirked. He pull my body closer to his and embrace it. "Please, I don't want to make this hard for you,"

"I don't want to lose you anymore,"

He starts to sob and his embrace got tighter.

"I- please, Scott, please just stay,"

Without realizing, hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

'Why is this?'

'Why do I feel so safe?

So warm in his hands,'

As I realized, tears trickled down my cheeks.