"Just do it quick, get it over with" I mumbled.
"What?" He questioned.
"I said do it quick to get it over with"I repeated my self.
"Why?" he said.
"Because he just said 'finish her', just do it quick, fast, just to get it over with" I said.
I tried lifting my self up but I just fell right back down. Waiting for the impact of the concrete ground, I realized I had been caught by him. I flinched from the impact of his cold fingers. I saw a little bit of hurt in his eyes, but I think I was just imagining it.
He lifted his arm, and I started crying just waiting for the touch of his fist forcefully, hitting me.
"I'm not going to hurt you, don't worry" he said softly.
I just looked at him in disbelief. How can I trust him? How do I not know it's part of Harry's little plan, to soften me up then crush me like you'll do when you see a fly.
"Don't worry, I swear I'm not going to hurt you" Looking into his eyes, I could tell he was telling the truth. So, I nodded in approval.
"Here, lets go get you cleaned up" he said.
Did I just get saved by one of my bullies?
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.