Chapter 61
1021words
As I entered the room I went straight for the bed. Hiding the knife under the big white comfy pillow. Switching off the light at the nightstand I crawled under the fluffy duvet, exhaling satisfied at the warmth that came off it. My eyelids started to feel heavy as the tiredness took over my body, causing my mind to drift away to a dreamless dream…
My consciousness was brought back at the abrupt movements that came from the window. Hearing it slide open I kept my eyes shut as I tried to keep my breathing regulated as the expected guest made his way through to window. The thudding sound of his shoes connecting with the floor made me flinch.
I could feel my heart stutter as I heard him coming closer to me until his figure loomed over my body; casting a shadow over my face.
He chuckled lowly. Letting his hand skim over my face I could feel his minty breath fanning at my ear as he whispered.
"You think that I wouldn't know when you're acting like sleeping beauty."
Snapping my eyes open I gritted my teeth as I swiftly went for the knife under my pillow. Swinging the knife at him Mark effortlessly grabbed my wrist as he slammed me back into the bed. Pressing his forearm on my throat hard enough to render any further movement but not hard enough to cut off my air supply.
"Your hundred years too early to beat me in a fight, kitten." Mark growled as he bared his teeth at me like a feral wolf.
Grunting under the pressure of his forearm I trashed my legs around trying to free myself. Mark snorted at my feeble attempt and snatched the knife away from me.
Turning the knife around he let his eyes roam over the sharp object, examining it. He was silent for a while before his expression twisted in to smile, a smile that didn't meet his eyes.
"Thanks baby, you saved me the work."
His voice sounded cheerful, but the crescent moon shaped eyes that were cast down me were void of any light and his benign smile only managed to set terror in my body. The small hair on my neck were raising up as I had never seen this expression of his before.
"Using a gun would wake up the neighborhood, but I can kill them with a knife quietly and cleanly." His voice was sweet, but his words carried venom in them.
I paled as dread took over my face. He stroked my head before walking casually to the door.
"W-wai.." My lips were trembling making it difficult for me to form coherent words.
Not knowing what to do and terrified what would happen the moment he set his foot over the door threshold my body went into autopilot, scrambling itself to Mark. Like a lost kitten I clutched at the flaps of his suit, looking up at him with a pleading expression.
His walking came to a halt, but he didn't bother to look back. "W-wait. Why are you going to kill them?" I asked, my voice quivering.
His harsh blue eyes finally met mine, their color still dark and foreboding. "Because you most likely spilled the beans to them already, didn't you?" and he start to walk again, but I refused to let go and fasten my hold on him.
He groans. "I wish you would hold on to me in some other situation." He said just above whisper.
What he said went right over my head as I shook my head vehemently. "N-No, I didn't."
"Stop lying baby girl."
"I'm not lying!"
I let go of him as I yelled at him. Gasping I quickly covered my mouth with my hands worried that my voice woke Cherry and Brandon up. After few minutes of not hearing any movement I focused my glare back at Mark. "I'm not lying!" I repeated but whisper-yelled this time. "I wanted to, but I didn't. You can listen back to the conversation that I had with them on your stalker devices."
He narrowed his eyes at me and pulled out his phone. After fiddling around with it he placed it against his ear and listened attentively to the recorded conversation.
Lines started to appear between his brows as he furrowed displeased at how I was right. He clicked with his tongue and put his phone away as he turned around to face me.
"Fine, you're right."
Placing my hand on my chest I sigh relieved.
"But we are not done yet." He said as he folded his buff arms in front of his chest.
And the tension made its way back into my body. I glowered at him. "I am not going back with you."
I balled up my hands into fists and put them in front of me as I stood in a defensive stance. I don't care how, but one of us will get bald because I am not going back there without a fight.
His eyes softened and were gleaming with affection, but he quickly masked it away with a hardened expression. "I'm not going to take you back by force again." He scoffed.
I blinked bewildered and I felt my steps falter. "W-What?"
He hunched forward with a widespread vindictive grin and a foreboding feeling washed over me.
"I will let your best friends live under one condition."
My brow formed an arc as I took a step back afraid of what he wanted. "And that is?"
He wrapped his arm around my waist pulling our bodies together so there was no gap between us. With a mellow smile he stroked my cheek with his thumb as he let his eyes roam over my face, inspecting every inch of it.
"Tell them the truth."
