found (clay jensen)

human

Move.

Endless swimming thoughts float through my brain with no connection, swirling around with a building pressure behind my eyes.

Why are you standing there?

All instincts of flight fail me, my feet remain glued to the ground and my body shrinks further into itself.

I can't breathe.

An iron fist tightens a grip on my lungs, smothering them and making it impossible to find air.

I need to get out of here.

The door to the classroom, my freedom, is only feet away from me. Thoughts fly through my brain and send jolting commands down to my arms to grab at it.

They don't listen.

Trembling hands rise to my chest, desperate to grab at my throat as it closes in paralyzing fear. My wrist is slapped away by the large boy in front of me, towering over me.

Get to the door.

Bryce Walker blocks my path to the door of the empty classroom. His thick neck still bears the cut from where my fingernails had dug into it, a trail of blood falling into his shirt.

Do something!

Shaking legs refuse to give way to my commands, causing me to jerk my upper body violently towards the door.

Why can't I fucking move?!

"Where do you think you're going?" The tall boy's mouth curls into a dark sneer.

Hard muscles covering his body are tensed, arms flexed threateningly. His glare is filled with a carnal look of overflowing anger, blazing into my softer brown eyes.

"Let me go," my voice is more confident than how I feel. All of the feeling of safety and satisfaction that I had with Clay has been swept under the rug. Any confidence left my body as Bryce towers over me.

Forced to look into his eyes by the closeness of his face, I start to see the slight shadow of his hunger. It lies beneath the hard darkness of his fury, burning into me.

Somehow, under all the layers of malice and hunger, there's a whisper of remorse in his eyes. It's quiet and vulnerable, almost like a child's how it shines in a pained, indescribable way.

"You think you're so hot, Atkins, and you might be right. But that face won't look so pretty if you ever embarrass me like that again," his voice is booming with anger. His face grows purple, veins popping out of his forehead.

"Stop."

"Talk all you want, princess. I don't care," his thunderous voice drips in confidence now that I am at my weakest point, with my back against the wall and crouched in fear.

Bryce's eyes travel down to my neck, where my jacket had been disheveled to reveal the numerous hickeys that Clay had left trailing up my skin.

"You little slut," he whispers, the quiet of his voice even more terrifying than the booming yell from only seconds ago.

His hand rises to brush them and I bite back a cry of fear, resorting instead to attempting to push my head away from him, to which he chuckles at. My breathing is abruptly cut off as his large hand slams into my neck, the muscles of his upper arm holding me against the wall and choking me nearly to death.

Keeping me stuck against the wall with just one hand, Bryce draws close to me so that his large body pins me down. His other hand reaches my stomach, pushing me into the wall and creeping up to my heaving chest, desperate for air that doesn't come.