Sacred: White Halo Vs Black Horns

TWELVE- One Big Apology.

Harmony's pov

I'm kicking, screaming, punching this unknown figure and it keeps winning.

It won't let go.

When I hit, it hits three times back, three times worse and three times the amount of pain going through me.

'It' has seems to master my weaknesses by destroying every little bone and muscle in my body.

" Harmony! " It growls terrifyingly making me scream, shout and cry.

Pain shoots from my shoulder and spreads like wild fire. Running down my arms and up my neck. Which only makes the pain in my neck before seem much worse.

And then my eyes suddenly open meeting ones concerned eyes.

" HARMONY STOP IT!" He screams. Fear evident in his sea blue eyes shouts at me. His hands both on my shoulders with the feeling of pulses going through them suggesting that his heart rate is skyrocketing.

" Stop it, you're gonna hurt yourself even more. Just stop it... stop. ". His eyes swell and moves his hands from my shoulders to his face covering it completely.

The really annoying heart monitor keeps beeping which is a good thing cause if it wasn't I think I'd be dead by now.

I look around before getting out of the bed and strolling out of the ward and wondered around in the corridor.

" No squirt, get back in bed! ". I hear his feet coming towards me but it was too late to run away quickly.

I shriek loudly as arms wrap around my waist and I'm lifted effortlessly. Thrown onto his shoulder my feet pound onto his chest but it seems to have no effect on him.

" You're resting and staying in that freaking bed if you like it or not! ".

" PUT ME DOWN JAXSON! " I reamed at him growling at the end.

" Not on my terms squirt! ".

" STOP CALLING ME THAT!! YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE AN INNUENDO! ".

" Who said it wasn't? " He said and I could sense a smirk was plastered on his face and I cringed badly.

Ewww.

" GET OFF OF ME! ".

" Actually your technically on me. ".

" GET LOST! ". I smacked him hard on the cheek that lived on his face which resulted with a growl and then I was thrown back on the bed.

" Don't ever hit me! EVER! ". His face was cold and hard and his eyes turned dark which portrayed pure anger. His jaw stiffens up tightly making me anxious. And if I'm honest, it scared me. It's scared me a lot. His arms were caging me, making sure I stayed in the bed I where belonged. Like a poor animal shoved in a cage.

I don't understand his emotions. It's like he's got bipolar and he's also a women in her fifties going though the menopause. It was just earlier that he seemed upset when I woke up and now it's like he wants to kill me and the slap wasn't hard hit either. Was it?

" Sorry. " I cowardly whispered. I could feel the cold tears forming in the eyes as I snuggled up into my blanket more. But managed to keep the tears at bay where they stayed and eventually left me to my own mind that was filled with my own lonely thoughts.

His face eventually softens returning to its normal formation. Even his eyes turn back to his original colour. That crystal blue that I could easily get lost in.

I plucked up the courage to speak. I'm not cowering myself down for a guy whom acts like a toddler throwing toys out of his pram.

By now he had moved and sat peacefully on the edge of the bed. He seemed quite proud of himself even though he scared me.