He licked his lips, I was about to speak again when I heard some footsteps. I just quickly left without looking at him again. My breathing pattern is still heavy. As I walked, it kept coming back to my mind what had happened earlier.
I felt so stupid letting him do that to me. I shouldn’t have let him. That's wrong, we shouldn't have done that. I'm really stupid.
Besides, I was relieved when I got home to the apartment. I just wish that our paths will never cross again. I’m scared of him, that’s the truth. I know, he was not just a normal student in our university. I don’t know if people also noticed it or not. His every word felt so true. I'm a gullible one, I'm just a kid, I already know about that habit of mine. But I know, his words are true. That when he says he can kill me, I can feel it. He could do that, I just don't know where I got that thought.
I sighed, I should've not thinking about him.
A
Without even thinking, I rapidly getaway while crying. Tears never stopped flowing in my eyes. I could barely breathe. I saw someone punching the man who molested me. His every punch screams madness. Someone tried to stop them, but they just got into trouble. I don't know what to do. And I don’t know what went through my mind that I approached the man. "S-S-Stop, p-please," I said softly to the man. I thought he's not gonna listened to me but a miracle happened, he stops. His breathing is fast, he looks so mad as if he could kill anyone. The rise and fall of his chest is an indication that he is furious. I saw the bouncer coming to us. I also saw our manager. My tears are still falling from my eyes, I can even hear my sobs because the music suddenly stopped. The man pushed me closer to him. He let me looked at him, and I saw a pair of gray eyes. His eyes are full of rage and unknown emotions. He has some bruises on his cheeks. But I bet it's not from the figh
I thought when I returned he would have left me, but I was wrong, he's still there. He got out of his car and looked at the bicycle I was carrying. The emotion on his face became blank again as before. There is no sign of his anger but I have a feeling that he is still mad. I stared at him in shock at what he did next. He put my bike in the backseat. It was a folding bike so he could easily place it inside.Then he opened the car for me, I gulped and got into his car. In a few moments, he also went inside the car. I thought we were just going to be silent all the time.But he suddenly talked."What are you doing in that club?"I could not answer him instantly. As if a stone had been placed in my throat. I can feel my body shaking. His voice is too dangerous. I'm not mistaken in what I thought before. I can feel how mad he is, still. I lowered my head and played with my fingers to calm myself. But it didn't even help me to make myself feel better. I was ev
While I'm walking in the corridor of our building I heard a group of girls talking. I stopped because they also blocking my way."Shit, did you see Azel here earlier?" said a woman wearing a simple dress."Yes, I saw him leaning in the wall there," her female companion pointed out in a classroom."Damn girl, I should have gotten in early. Isn't he here anymore?""Sad to say, he went to his class already. You know Azel, he doesn't want to get late.""But, why did he come here to our department?""I don't know, maybe he's flirting with someone here?""That's ridiculous, you know. Azel doesn't do girlfriends, he just fuck. I did see him the other day, he is making out with a student here in the main library. Damn, he's hot to look at. I hope I was the one he's kissing.""Really? Did you see the girl? Who is it? Is she beautiful?""I didn't see her face tho, but I bet the girl is beautiful I don't think Azel will hook up wit
I looked at him and I almost screamed seeing how close his face was to me. There was no more emotion in his eyes but the edge of his lip was raised. I quickly backed away and adjusted the mirror I was wearing. I can feel my face heating up.I heard her faint laugh before picking up the book I had been reading earlier. I looked at him. He examined the book and I saw him smirked.He looked at me directly in my eyes, he's still smirking. "I didn't know that you're a fan of erotic stories."My eyes widened when I heard what he said. I looked at the book he's holding. And I almost fainted when I saw what book it is. The book of Blanka Lipinska entitled 365 DNI, I quickly took it from him and hid it in my bag.“I wonder if you have some sexual fantasies,” he said in a low tone.My face blushed even more as he laughed softly. He came closer to me so I stumbled but I had nowhere to sit so I expected to fall to the floor but I did not
"Sera, aren't you gonna talk to me?" he whispered in my left ear. He slowly bit it which made me stilled. I swallowed before resuming what I was doing. We are here inside of an empty classroom. I was busy painting on canvas while he is sitting beside me.I looked at him, his eyes are emotionless again but his lips are smirking. Instead of saying anything, I just looked away.I painted again but was also stopped when I noticed him pressing on his phone while it is focused on me. My forehead creased and put all of my attention on him.He smirked and stopped what he's doing. He sat properly on his seat. I tried to get his phone but he won't let me. I saw him swiping on his phone while smiling, I bet I look so funny in those pictures.I just shook my head and continued painting. Sometime later I heard music from his phone. Desire by Meg Myers."Baby, I wanna fuck you." He says one of the lyrics of the song while it continues to play. But the difference
I just slightly smiled at her as I pulled my hands. It was the first time that someone talked to me, nicely. But it was just the same as before. I'm still having panic attacks. I slowly gasped. I bow my head and I was about to go when she talked again. I clenched my fist as I calmed myself."Anyways, I know about your condition, you have dysphemia, right? I'm sorry, I know it was rude of me." my lips parted but I hesitantly smiled at her and nodded.She smiled at me too. "You know what? I understand you, my mother is like that too. But she's going on treatment so somehow she doesn't stutter anymore."I averted my eyes from him. I don't know what to say. I inhaled and exhaled to calm myself more."Don't worry, I won't judge you. Anyway, can we be friends?"I was about to nod but someone called my name. I saw Azazel standing right in front of the door of our classroom. His face was so dark that I shivered. I swallowed as I stared at him
I was humming while drawing. I glanced at him from time to time. I saw him bit his lips trying to suppressed something on his lips. He smirked and looked at me."Are you trying to draw me?" and I could almost throw my sketchpad at him when he said that.I looked away in fear and embarrassment. Can't he be drawn? I sighed in fear in my chest. Look, what you have done. Fortunately, my sketching is done. The only thing I need is to detail some parts. I hid my face on my sketch and I heard him clicked his tongue. I leaned against the car window as the sketchpad rested on my face.I was so drowsy that I didn't realize I fell asleep. I woke up when someone is caressing my cheeks softly, I opened my eyes to see a pair of hawk gray eyes. They were looking at me with unknown emotions. Suddenly, he leaned on me. He bit my lips that made me pushed him immediately. Azazel smirked at me before pulling away completely."Get up, we're already here." I rolled my eyes and
As I stared at Azazel, I swallowed. I noticed him furrowing his brow. I quickly averted my gaze and resumed my painting.What on earth am I thinking? Did I hear it wrong? Perhaps my mind is just messing with me. I closed my eyes for a moment and focussed on the painting. But I almost jumped when I felt his hand on my elbow. I was stunned for a moment before slowly looking at him. He's still staring at me intently. And I'm not sure why I was reminded of my dream again. I turned away from him, my gaze averted. I shouldn't have thought about it. That is entirely wrong."What are you thinking?" I can hear a playful tone in his voice. I just looked at him and shook my head. He didn't say anything, but he let go of my elbow. While he was staring at me, I resumed my painting. As a result, I shivered while painting. Of course, who wouldn't be nervous if he's looking at me?When his phone rang, I noticed him frown before picking up the phone.He left a few moments