What I Became (complete) (editing)

11. The Past Returns

Pic of Derek>>>>>>>>>>>>

I didn't want to confuse you with all the P.O.V. changes so I made it into two shorter chapters.

Edited 7-1-20-16

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Oh shit.

Well so much for thinking everything will be okay.

I looked up at him to see him already staring intently at me.

"Sorry but this is a bad time. Mind coming back another time, maybe like never" I spat out in a snarky tone.

Bad idea.

My attempts at helping myself failed. I did manage to piss him off though.

"You little bitch how dare you talk to me like that. You do know I could kill you right now if I wanted to" he yelled at me.

"But you won't. Admit it, you need me for whatever messed up plan you've got going on" I said putting more confidence in my voice. I crossed my arms over my chest and spread my feet to seem bigger under his harsh glare.

He matched my stance, towering over me in height and build. My confidence wavered for a split second but I held my ground.

That is until I felt a hard slap met my cheek leaving a red mark and maybe a bruise. My head whipped to the side craning my neck.

"I thought you would've known by now not to anger me darling" he sounded angry. No livid is more of an appropriate word. Hmm wonder why?

"I guess I'm just not a fast learner" I responded, glaring once more at him. 

I definetly wasn't helping my case but I just couldn't bring myself to stop. Letting Derek have the satisfaction of seeing me submit was not in my plans. It wasn't in my nature, as I now know. I didn't really have any plans though. Just to stay alive.

"Then let's teach you a lesson you won't forget" he started to creep closer to me.

Derek swiftly pulled out a pocket knife and held it to my neck. I could feel a little pressure on the blade but not enough to break the skin.

He was leaning in so close to me I could hear his breathing. I could feel the warmth of it and it creeped me out. I did not want to be this close to him. And with a knife to my neck to boot.

Just before he was about to press in harder a voice was heard at the end of the alley.

I was, for the first time ever I think, relieved to hear his voice.

"I don't think you want to do that Derek" Xavier's commanding voice rang through the alleyway.

If we were in a cartoon there would be a spotlight on him and fan to blow back his cape. Stop thinking about that.

"Why would I listen to you? Plus I think you have something I want." Derek sneered while applying more pressure on the knife.

"I have everything you want. The only reason you do what you do, is to try and beat me. But the more you try the more you will destroy yourself. So here's some advice, save yourself some time and give up now" Xavier said trying to convince Derek to stand down.

Derek let out a humorless laugh "In your dreams"

He put more pressure on the blade. I felt it break the soft skin of my neck and hissed out in pain. Warm blood seeped out of my newly made wound. It trickled down the side of my neck and soaked a small part of my shirt probably leaving a stain.