Chapter 5 5

Byron hates her., He loathes her

She can imagine him playing her death in the back of his mind.

Why?

She don't know and never dared to asked

Because she have a rule: Never try to understand bullies.

They're entitled arseholes who use their power to humiliate others

But as she stare up at Byron's punishing eyes, her earlier thoughts shrink behind her trembling, defective heart.

He scares her

"Move!" Amelia muttered as she tried freeing herself from his grip but his hold on her waist only tightened, his dark grey eyes piercing her soul as if he's trying to see through her

"What did you just do?" His voice is calm and quiet with a slight huskiness.

She trembles, this is the second time she's hearing his voice and it's sending shivers down her spine, normally, and outsider would have found it welcoming but she knows deep down that it's one of his multiple façades

The voice the devil would use to lure his victims.

She lift up her chin, even though her hand clutching the phone trembles. "I don't know what you're talking about" she mutters under her breath

He slowly released her and she heaved while he extends his palm in front of her. "Give it." his voice is low but dangerously husky

She start to bypass him but Byron sidesteps in front of her, He's stupid tall, Stupid broad, Stupid everything!

He blocks her vision of Kim and Xander

Fúck!

But he's not done

Byron advances into her space. He's so close that she can make out that small beauty mole at the corner of his right eye

She instinctively step back with every stride he takes forward. Her throat dries, and she hate how she shrink in front of his attack

He's just too damn tall and has this unreadable mask on his face. The only available image of Byron is the one he shows to the outside world. Aside from that, he's... nothing.

A dark secret.

A deep hole.

An endless abyss

Her back hits a tree trunk, and she wince. When she attempt to walk past him, his arm shoots up and slams on the tree by the side of her head and her eyes widened

She's imprisoned, just like the first damn day she met him

He's still the same, he still smells of body wash and something entirely his. It's strange how certain things never leave our memories

"Give me the fùcking phone, Pinky" he snarled and her eyes twitches, did he just refer to her as Pinky?....... fúck, did he by any chance hear that stupid Silver bitch!?

She fold her arms over her chest and jut out her chin. "No."

"Who do you think you are, pinky?" he narrows his eyes at her

"Just a human being that refuse to be controlled by a total stranger...." She shots at him and he cocked his head backwards

"Give me the phone, don't make me repeat myself" he snarled and she scoffed

"No.." she mimicks his tone " don't make me repeat myself as well" she said and he did something she never expected

His fingers wrap around her wrist that's clutching the phone. Something in her stomach twists in a painful, strange kind of way

He reaches towards the phone, but he's out of her stupor before he manages to snatch it.

They struggle for a few seconds. Or more like she struggle to block him. He's like a bull going after the red cloth

"Don't be a stubborn little brat, give me the phone" he snarled and she smiles before zipping her turle front and dips the phone inside her bra, smriking as she crossed her hands over her chest

"Opps, looks like you won't be getting the phone after all, now shoo, go away" she said but rather he's smiling at her and she raised an eyebrow

"You really think that would stop me from getting the phone?" He asked with a tentivly smrik and she scoffed

Byron dives straight to her shirt and pulls the zipper down, his hands lingering as he eyes stayed on her's, she's so shocked that she stare with parted lips without reacting. It's not until he pulls it lower revealing a hint of her bra that she push at his chest

"W-what the hell are you doing?" she shriek

He pauses, tilting his head to the side with that manic expression. "Are you going to give me the phone?"

"N-no.....i'm not" she stutters and he shrugged his shoulders

He continues his ministrations with the zipper of her gown. Her throat closes and she feel herself about to start hyperventilating. She push him, but his hold is steel. Impenetrable, hard steel, just like his freaking last name

"S---stop!...." She yelled angrily

There's a strange rush flowing through her veins and tightening her muscles. She have no idea how to explain it except that Byron needs to get his freaking hands off her

She push at his chest again, but he already has the the zipper down so the edge of her bra is visible. Her lips part when she realise what else is in full view.

Her surgery scar.

No, fùcking....no!

For years, she did everything in her power to make sure no one saw it. She never wore low-cut shirts. She bought one-piece swimsuits that hid her chest. She don't even like showing it to her Aunt most times!

And now, Byron is staring at it!

No. He's not only staring. He's devouring it with his gaze as if it's some sort of wonder

He stops zipping her gown but he hasn't removed his fingers from the zipper. In fact, he zips it so the shirt is open to underneath her bra and he has a full view of the diagonal scar at the top of her left breast.

Long

Faded

Ugly

However, Byron expression is anything but pity

She didn't expect such emotion to exist in his black soul, but she thought there would at least be a softening of his devilish heart.

She couldn't be more wrong

His eyes were murderous before, but now he seems like he wishes he had a knife to slice her scar open and rip out her heart

Twigs crush underneath nearby footsteps.

She shake herself out of her stupor, push him away, and turn around to zip the front, her breathing shortens despite her attempts to regulate it.

Behind her, she can feel his unwanted heat near her back. One step closer and he'd be breathing down her neck - or probably chopping it off

"Dude." Xander's cool voice sounds from behind her. "You caught yourself a pink princess?"

He smriks a little as he faced Xander

"Actually, the pink princess is for you. She has something of yours." Byron said and Xander curves his lips

Once her shirt is zipped- with the phone still tucked in her bra - she whirl around. Getting on her tippy toes, she peek around Xander but there's no sign of Kim.

"Something of mine?" Xander's gaze bounces from her to his arsehole friend.

"She recorded you" Byron blurted and Xander smriks

"I bet she's going to try and use it against you, probably report to the school authorities and shît like that, or maybe even social media" he furthered and Amelia's jaw dropped, he figured out all her plans

Xander bursts into laughter like he actually finds all of this funny. A cruel smirk tugs Byron's lips as if this is some inside joke

"All right, pinky" Xander faces her, his laughter disappearing. "It's so cute that you think you can hurt me and all. Now that you've had your fun, give me the video" he snarled

"The name is Amelia to you and no, shove your threats up your fùcking àss and let me go" Amelia shots back as Xander closed in on her, she's trapped between two broad figures with no escape

Xander studies her with a raised eyebrow while Byron remains pokerfaced. If he weren't so close, she would've thought he hadn't heard me.

"The phone is in her bra." Byron breaks the silence with a levelled tone. "You want me to get it, or will you?"

"I don't know, you choose, captain" Xander retorted as Amelia gaze bounces between the both of them

"How about you hold her for me?" Byron's gaze strays to her breasts. She instinctively cross her arms over her chest.

Xander doesn't say a word. He yanks both her arms behind her back. He's so arrogant that he locks both her wrists in one hand. Her chest pushes forward for Byron's eyes.

Grey metal eyes

Demon eyes

This is so fúcked up in different kind of ways

And where the fúck is Kim at this crucial moment!?

She try to struggle, but Xander tightens his hold until it's almost impossible to move, let alone fight

"What do you think you're doing?" she hiss, voice plagued with tremors

Byron smriks

Byron's punishing gaze meets her's

There's so much in there.

So much hate.

So much cruelty.

So much... evil

He doesn't break eye contact as he rips the zipper from around her neck and she gasped loudly

"I will scream!" she yell with strain even though she know no one would hear her out here.

"We love screams," Xander whispers in her ear. "Scream, pinky, scream all you want, we don't mind"

Byron's lips curve in a smirk as if he's agreeing

We love screams?

The thought alone making her sick in the stomach