Holding Out For A Hero

Holding Out For A Hero [Chapter Five]

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Chapter Five

Genevieve’s POV

            I quivered in fear beneath the firm grip of Greyson’s fingers. My arm had grown limp from lack of blood circulation. Bruises had begun to form where he grasped so firmly, darkening the tender skin of my arm. I couldn’t help but wonder why people didn’t take this sight as strange. Greyson was after all dragging me around the station while I begged with my eyes for aid.

            “Help me” I croaked to the woman standing behind us in the Starbucks line up.

            She glanced at me with arched eyebrows. She didn’t understand what I had been asking. Her green eyes had clouded with confusion. Even though help me is pretty self explanatory, any plans she had in her head were banished as Greyson turned and smirked at her.

            “Don’t mind her,” He chuckled brushing it off, “She’s been recently released from the hospital. She hasn’t had the chance to welcome herself back into the real world”

            The woman nodded seemingly naïve enough to believe the lies he was feeding her. Greyson leered at the women before facing the front. He didn’t miss his opportunity to send me a sinister glare that was clearly meant as a warning. The grip of his fingers had tightened sending the message clearly. Don’t speak.

            Finally it was Greyson’s turn to order. He smiled at the young cashier and scanned the list of options making up his mind rapidly.

            “I’ll have a tall shaken ice tea lemonade, heavy ice please.”

            The girl nodded ringing in his purchase as three dollars and forty nine cents. Greyson paid her and grabbed the cold beverage from her outstretched hand. That had been the only time his fingers had slipped from my arm. It had happened to fast, I couldn’t have gotten away. Just as quick as they had gone, they were replaced back on my arm, dragging me again back to our train.

            “You speak to no one” Greyson growled lowly in my ear, “You look at no one. You act as if I am your boyfriend and you love me dearly. You listen to whatever I say, and you abide by my rules. Understood?”

            I nodded shifting my gaze away from his enraged face. I struggled to keep up with Greyson’s lengthily strides, stumbling over my own feet. It came as no surprise that my balance was off, I wasn’t known for my astounding grace.

            We finally arrived at the gate for our train. With one hand I reached into the side pocket of my kitbag and pulled out my ID and train ticket. Greyson yanked out his own information and turned to me looking into my eyes sternly.