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My palms become sweaty,my stomach starts to churn,and the temperature outside seem to be rising second by second,All of this feeling developing quickly simply because of him,
Because at the moment I am terrified of him,I am terrified to turn around,terrified to see what he's going to do from this point on
But what was the point of doing this?
I wasn't drunk at all
At least I don't think I was But if I was I'm definitely not right now,the intensity of the atmosphere sobered me up as if it drained every ounce of alcohol in my body just to be attentive of his every move
Finally finding some confidence to turn around and face him but only to get answers from him because I am really curious about his perspective of "drunk"
"S-So, why exactly d-did y-you do th-this?"I mumble and start to mess around with my bracelet the fact that I turned around and finally faced him isn't why I'm growing even more nervous
No.His intense,cold stare is what's growing me nervous
"Because you were in there acting like the little slut you are" He says and there he goes with his useless and disgusting remark
The last thing I was doing in there was that,I wasn't grinding on every guy that I seen
I was only dancing with Nathan and I knew if I hadn't had alcohol in my system I wouldn't even think about stepping a foot on that dance floor and during the Spin the bottle game I wasn't going to allow myself to kiss a stranger and Nathan wasn't a stranger so therefore I rest my case
I scoff and turn around to head back inside already over this conversation and we've only said nothing but two statements but that idea is soon stopped once his fingers firmly wrap around my wrist giving it a harsh but delicate pull and I'm quickly turned around and come in contact with his muscular chest
"Where the hell are you going?" He asks looking down at me as I keep my gaze on the ground
The confidence I had in my mind seconds ago wasn't really projecting outside and I hated that, come on Lilian stand up for yourself or he'll keep stepping all over you just like your old school
"Somewhere y-you're n-not!" I reply as I remember just how alike this situation is to my old school
Really?"somewhere you're not?"
"Loose the fucking attitude" he says grabbing my chin harshly making me look directly into his eyes "I'm not gonna put up with that shit" he continues
But the only difference was that they wouldn't have this much dominant over me
"I-I'm not ask-asking you t-to you're the o-one who br-brought me out h-here against my ow-own will" I spit out harshly reminding him who started this,I never asked him to take me out here so I think I have every right to give him attitude being he also just called me a slut
"Lilian" he breathes out and closes his eyes as if to calm himself, but that wasn't clearly what he was doing because once he opened them I realized they turned a shade darker "Stop playing with me, I'm in no mood so I'm gonna say this one more fucking time, loose the attitude or I'll make you loose it" he says his breath fanning my flushed cheek as my blood runs cold
I say nothing and just look up at him
He won.
"Like I thought now let's go" his long fingers encircle my wrist once again and I feel his cold rings on my surprisingly warm skin making me flinch a little at the sudden feeling
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The Heartache He Gives
Teen FictionLilian Penelope Ivy is a 17 year old girl who has been left with the traumatizing images of her parent dying before her. Ever since that tragic moment She dearly dreads to wake up but to add the cherry on top of it all, she has to move with her a...