All Novel Sweet
40
A few persons have told me that I was way too beautiful for my own good. Sometimes this gave me confidence, but in moments like it caused me to fear.
I pretended to take no notice of them, but I increased my pace. Soon I passed the walking danger in front of me in the form of six guys.
This road was far from dangerous I could be raped and killed, or raped or killed whichever one.
I prayed that they were not connected to ken in any way.
“Hey stop there!” A voice yelled behind me.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.
I tried to run but a strong hand held my ankle stopping me.
“Not so fast, where do you think you are going?” The leader of the six guys asked harshly. The rest of the men stood behind him their face as hard as stone.
It was 8:30 and it was dark. My Mum always warned me not to take this route alone but I kept feeling immortal. Damn Achilles with his, “Here is your immortality take it” Now I was about to take my death.
“I said where do you think you are going?” He asked again, his voice louder.
I stared at him with the bravest face I could muster even though my heart was pounding hard against my chest. I turned to him and said the first thing that came to my mind.
“I am going home of course where else will I be going to?” I dared to reply
“Hell maybe.” He spat
“Wow hilarious but I think you are referring to yourself.” He wanted to hit me, but was stopped by one of the guys.
“He said no one should hurt her remember.”
“The girl is unbearable” The one who was leading half screamed.
“Hey I am still here let go of my hand please, I’m asking nicely now which is a first.” I said, with a sickly sweet smile.
“You are coming with us, don’t think we are here to play with you!”
“Hahaha OK its funny, it was a joke right.” I blinked, calling his bluff while maintaining a frown.
“Does it look like we are joke?” He bellowed, squeezing my wrist.
“It sure does.” I replied, suppressing the pain his tight grip was causing me. It was not that I did not feel the pain, it was that I had always felt pain so now I was used to it.
In the long run, Pain had been my companion, my acquittance the only feeling I understood with all clarity.
The physical pain his grip sent to my veins could not be compared to the emotional pain I had to endure my whole life. While the former weakened, the latter killed slowly, painfully. A death no one should be subjected to. A death I won’t wish for my enemy.
“You want to play tough?” he laughed. “I am not Ken and I am not in love with you so take care how you act with me. Do not provoke me.”
“I am tough I am not acting it. How do you think I’ve survived in this town, by being weak? I think not!” I retorted.
“You survived because you were insignificant.” He snorted
“And now I am significant, why?” Damn Ken!
“You are in no position to ask questions!” He twisted my wrist all the more. I whimpered. In defense.
I kicked him hard on his left leg thus he let go of my wrist, shocked.
When he set me free I tried to run back to the direction of the church but he caught me real quick. He grabbed my waist and flipped me around. “You idiot!” He spat. He brought his hands up to my neck and squeezed.
“I prefer you holding my wrist to my neck.” I wanted to say but I was too busy struggling for air to be sarcastic.
I kept trying to breath as he continued strangling me. His other puppets just stood there watching the scene while they kept on reminding him how he was warned against hurting me. They should have stopped him_ But they didn’t_Maybe they were scared_ Like me
“Let her go!” Scar yelled from afar. From the corner of my tear filled eyes I could see him running to us. He was still a little bit far, but we heard his voice clearly. It was more of a roar, an angry one. The street was quiet and his voice was commanding. He was furious. Very, very furious.
“And what will you do if I don’t let her go?” The leader chuckled. He left my neck to hold on to my wrist. I bent down immediately as I tried to get as much air into my lungs, as much air as it was possible in that moment.