"Are you going to tell the Leader?" I asked, watching his fingers tap-tap-tap the wooden floor. The sound couldn't have been very loud, but to my ears it was louder than thunder. "Dawai, are you going to tell the Leader?"
He refused to answer. His eyes were glued to the ground, and his mouth was sealed shut. If he hadn't been breathing, and if he hadn't been tapping away at the floor, I would've mistaken him for a statue. Before I knew it, I was taking his tapping hand in mine, and intertwining my fingers with his. In his state of panic, his fingers wrapped around mine with such force that I had to stop myself from letting out a gasp; this was one thing I doubt either of us would ever do if the situation was any different. He looked up slowly, carefully, as if I were a dangerous animals. His eyes were now just as desperate as mine.
"No."
To Elyse and the other two hundred and eleven citizens, Alridy was home. To the Outsiders, Alridy was a prison. Elyse couldn't understand how they could feel this way. Alridy was her home, had been her mother's home, and her mother's mother's home before that. They'd all been born in the same house, and in the same room. How could anyone try to convince her that she wasn't meant to be there; was meant to be living in what Dawai called the 'Outside World'?
Blade's eyes turned cold. Like a dark colored ocean that just froze. He took a frightening step forward so now his face was only inches from my face, even with his height, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could no longer breath. No longer see people repeatedly walking past my house. No longer hear those birds in the tree that were begging me to run. I could only see his dark blue eyes that held so much danger and anger. I could only hear his rapid breathing and even his fast heartbeat. I was just that dazed into his stare.... more like glare.
"Is there someone else?" he said so low no one could hear but me. And I heard him. So clearly. I heard the threat telling me to say yes for he can make whoever the competition is disappear. I heard the anger he held behind his low tone. I heard the jealousy beyond anything. That was what clouded over everything.
"N-no," I stuttered. I'm angry to admit I was scared. How he towered over me didn't make it any better. Standing proudly at maybe a 6'4 or 6'5. While I stood at a 5'5. He scanned my face trying to look for any sign of me lying. And when he backed up I knew he couldn't find one because what I said was indeed true. To be honest there was only him.
And it seems like that is what it will always be.
The all famous gang leader and tough girl, cross paths. He hates disrespect and that's what she's all about. How do you think this will all play out in the end?