D for Depression

Chapter 8: Him

Because I'm crazy, baby
I need you to come here and save me
I'm your little scarlet, starlet
Singing in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth
Ready for you

-Off to the races by Lana del Rey

''You are so done''

As soon as the engine turns off, the driver's door open and a man comes out.

My heart starts pounding when I see him coming close to us and I don't know why, but I feel like an adrenaline shot coming through my body.

He stands beside his friends towering them.

Immediately, the atmosphere changes as if his presence itself, is enough to shut everybody down.

Silence fills the room and I take a moment to comprehend what I'm seeing. 

The person in front of me is... breathtaking.

In every way possible.

Long legs, board shoulders, dark silver hair and a face full of angles.

He is wearing black pants, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket with combat boots. He has a couple of piercings on his ears, and he is wearing a lot of rings.

I always liked jewelry on men, but he is giving a whole new meaning to it.

Although, the most attractive part of him is his aura. A combination of darkness and light, along with a danger vibe, which succeeds to make him look even sexier.

If that's possible.

I try to look in his eyes, but I find it difficult. He is standing a few feet across me and the shadows don't let me see clearly. Not that I need it anyway. I already know he is beautiful.

I feel my pulses increase as soon as his stare fells on me. Who are you?

''Hey buddy, good to see you here'' the pale guy says with a smirk on his face.

''You didn't need to come.''

''What's going on?'' the man asks in a serious tone, not taking his gaze from me.

''Nothing much. Everything is under control.''

''Is it?''

He continues, looking between me and Dylan, who has just stand up from the floor.

I take a shaky breath. His voice...how do I know it?

''Just a family misunderstanding. It doesn't concern you.'' Eric says, with a fake smile on his face.

He lets my hair go and my face contracts in pain, from the tight grip he had on me.

Although he still holds my arm, keeping me close to him.

I don't say a word and look down. I suddenly feel exposed and tears start coming to my eyes. How am I going to get out of this mess?

''They don't have the whole payment. That's the problem.'' The driver says.

''And I suggested we get something else as an exchange for the delate.''

The pale one continues with a smile.

I look up for a moment and I can see the stranger's eyes flicker on me. I know he understood what his friend meant and that makes me feel even worst. I look away defeated. 

I just wanna go home.

''Who is she?'' he suddenly asks.

''None of your FUCKIN business!'' Eric yells clearly, losing his patience and I flinched whimpering.