In a few days, 16-year-old Angela Knight will turn 17 years old. She is currently a junior in high school. Angela attends a party one night with her two girlfriends, Stella and Valerie, to celebrate her birthday. She runs across Jaxon Stone, the town's most dreaded gang leader who ever lived, as she is dancing and having a good time. She had only heard about the dreadful man and had never met him in person. Angela's life changes after that night.
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I step back from the man in front of me, but as soon as my back reaches the wall, he places both of his hands on either side of me, preventing me from moving away. I gaze at the floor because I'm too afraid to look at him. "Look at me." I continue to crouch, but he became increasingly furious as a result. I jumped as he threw a punch at the wall out of rage, but I didn't look up because I was too terrified. With his right hand, he now forced me to gaze up at him by grabbing my chin. Looking into his dark eyes, you could see how enraged he was.
"Tell me, Angel, who do you belong to?" He said in his husky, deep voice, and you could hear the anger in his voice."No one" I mumbled
"Oh my lovely angel, that is where you are mistaken. He spoke while fanning my neck with his hot breath. To keep the moan from escaping my lips, I bite my tongue. When I could bear it no longer, I pushed him away with all of my strength by placing both of my hands on his chest. He stumbles backwards and nearly trips. I start to walk towards the door when I feel an arm around my waist, stopping me. When I look up, Jaxon is staring at me with a furious expression. I was grabbed up by him, and he threw me onto our bed. He sat on top of me and held my hands above my head before I could sit up.
"Never again disrespect me! Angel, you are and always will be MINE." He said with a tone of power.
Why did I fall in love with a monster
He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself.
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"Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.
"No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath.
"Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly.
"Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face.
"How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes.
"I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle.
"You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks.
"Well, I know you will keep me safe."
"Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me.
"You haven't hurt me."
"Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.