Ch. 8 "Alone with the monster!"

Gracie P.O.V.

 

Wow, this is nuts! I have never gotten this before; two guys fighting over me? But wait! Are they fighting over me, or am I imagining it? I am trying to wrap my head around it because I'm both confused and turned on at the same time.

 

This never happens to me! I want to yell, kick, and scream. I could feel my tears filling up in my eyes because I knew one hated me, and the other gave me a lousy vibe, plus I never needed to be alone with him.

 

I must be in a crazy-hot fantasy right now, or a dream.

Are there two grown men fighting over me? So, I thought inside my head. But unfortunately, I didn't get to ask them before I was grabbed and dragged out of the classroom.

 

Afterward, he dragged me out of Mr. Bradley's classroom and down the hallway. I wanted to tell him to stop and let me go. He didn't need to drag me. I would go with him of my own free will. But I didn't say anything. I could feel his heat running off his body. I could tell he was angry about something. I hope it's not me. Or is he not angry and wants to speak to me alone so we can talk and maybe kiss again? I have been dreaming about our kiss since it happened.

 

Once, we were deep in the dark hallway, and he stopped us. Then he turned me around and placed me on the cold, hard wall. He stepped closer to my face.

I didn't know what to think except, oh God, is he finally going to kiss me again? I have been dreaming about our kiss since that night on the porch at his house.

 

I started moving closer to him. I was leaning in, and I was about to close my eyes. That is when I heard him laugh.

 

"You gotta be kidding me?" He said, laughing. I heard him when I opened up my eyes. I could not believe he said that and laughed at me.

I don't understand why he has to be cruel and mean. Why can't he be like me and be friendly and kind?

 

But that's wishful thinking. I will never see the kind side of Hayes Ford; I will always see the monster and hateful Hayes Ford.

"I would never kiss a loser like you," he said.

 

I don't get any ideas. I am in love with you and want you because I don't. I hate you!" I looked at him with a sad expression on my face. What he said broke my spirit and heart. Oh, God, I could feel where my heart was, and I could feel it breaking into a thousand little pieces. But then I thought about what he said about never kissing a loser like me. I shook my sad expression off my face and stared at him blankly. But he didn't know that I was smirking inside my mind.

 

"Well, that's a lie because you did kiss me, remember." I wanted to tell him, but I was afraid of what he would do to me. So, I kept that inside my head and did not speak about it out loud; he would hear me and get angry at me for saying what was on my mind.

 

That was when I saw him staring at my lips. But he says he would not kiss a loser, but he keeps staring at my lips like he wants to kiss them.

I am confused because his mouth says no, but his eyes say yes; he wants to kiss me.

 

So, I did something I would never do first. I grabbed the back of his head, and he didn't have time to think but stare at the smug grin on my face before I slammed his lips down on mine. I held on to the back of his head, so he didn't move or push me away.

 

He tried to fight me off, but I didn't let him for about a couple of seconds. After that, I didn't feel him fighting me or moving away from our kiss.

That was when I felt his arms wrap around my waist and one hand on the back of my neck, holding me still for this fantastic kiss.

 

And it was terrific. I heard him groan when I stepped on my tiptoes to get closer to him, and I bit his lip.

I felt a moan on my lips. I wanted him to open up more to me, but then I gave up until I felt his tongue trying to get inside my mouth.

I gasped when I felt a pinch on my waist.

 

I groaned and opened my mouth. I just felt him slam his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned when I felt his tongue twist around mine.

I shivered, my legs almost limp, and I nearly lost my balance, but that's when he had a tight grip around my waist, so I could not go anywhere. He ensured I wouldn't fall on my butt or my face and get hurt.

 

But when I opened my eyes.

I saw it. I wanted to crawl somewhere and cry my eyes out. But he wasn't the sweet guy standing in front of me now, and this was the monster that loved to see me cry.

Oh, no, it has gotten darker and colder. I could feel the

So, I tried to move away from him, but he caught on to what I was trying to do.

 

I can't believe I kissed him, and now he will hurt me. I don't know how, but I know I will cry and break down, broken for whatever he is going to do to me.

I hope I imagine it, and when I look into his eyes, he will turn back to the sweet smile on his face.

But that's not what happened.

 

"Look at me!" He said in an angry, booming voice, but I didn't listen. I didn't want to listen to him because I knew what would happen next.

He was going to snarl, bark, and snap at me like he always does whenever I am around him.

 

He is going to tell me I am nothing, and I need to listen when he tells me to stop following him and stalking him.

Then I would ignore it because I knew we were mighty together, and I could feel it inside my chest where my heart was.

So, I don't listen, which gets him angry, and he starts hurting me.

I wasn't listening to him talk when I was trying to block out how awful and cruel he was.

 

I gasped when I felt him pull my hair, and I cried.

Oh, God, I felt the pull and the pain, with my hair stinging and throbbing on my head.

I tried pulling my head away from him, but he was stronger. So, I had to stop fighting him and lift my head.

He wanted me to stare into his eyes when he told me I was nothing to him, and I would never have him.

 

"Listen to me and listen to good pests!" I am not joking when I hate your fucking guts!" I don't want anything to do with you, but if you think I am going to let you be someone else, well- he said with a sinister growl on his lips.

I can't believe how cruel he can be. How could anyone this mean and hateful tell someone they hate them and make them feel so low?

I started to wipe away my tears, but he would not let me.

"Oh, no! You're not going to wipe those fucking tears! You understand!"

"Because they are fucking mine!" He said in a demanding, commanding voice.

 

I nodded my head because what else could I do? I was scared of what he might do to me next. So, I shut my mouth and opened my ears.

I heard Jimmy's voice when we were standing in the dark hallway.

 

"Hey! Blue, are you down here?" he called me. I knew Hayes wasn't happy when he heard Jimmy calling and looking for me.

I didn't move because I was still in Hayes's tight grip, and I was staring at him, but he was not looking at me; he was looking behind me.

 

Whatever happened? I gasp.

That is when I felt it. Hayes grabbed me with fast reflexes and shoved me into the hall, hiding me with his body.

 

"What?" Hayes?" I didn't get to finish my words when I felt him on me.

"Shh, he had his hand over my mouth and his other hand wrapped around my waist; it wasn't lovely and friendly either, but roughly and painfully, he grabbed me around my waist.

 

That was when I heard him mumbling under his breath.

"No one is going to take her away; she is mine!"

"Mine to hurt!

"Mine!

"Mine!!!

"Mate!!

I was so confused about what I was hearing right now.

I shook my head, and maybe I thought I was hopeful, thinking he liked me and wanted me, but no.

He was not speaking with love in his heart. He was speaking with possession, hate, and control in his heart.

He will never want to be with me, but only to torture and hurt me like he always does.

I sighed, and I stayed still so I didn't have the monster destroy me right now. But I am glad Jimmy is coming down the hallway looking for me.

He is my new best friend.

He is so handsome, too, but I have no feelings for him in any way but only in friendship.

Why could I fall in love with him? Why do I have to fall for my bully?

 

"Hey, Gracie, hello, you down here?" I heard Jimmy's country twang. Then, I heard him walking down the hallway. He was close, but still about ten feet away.

I am here-'' I tried to say over his hand, but it came out mumbled.

Don't fucking think about speaking to him!'' he snarled.

 

Hello? Hey, Gracie," Jimmy kept walking, and Hayes and I were in the dark with him coming closer. I could feel the air moving with all of the motions around us.

 

As Jimmy walked past us, I wanted to let him know I was here and that I needed his help.

But I didn't.

I was too scared and didn't want him to hurt me anymore.

Once Jimmy's footsteps were softer, I felt Hayes's hand. He still had it over my mouth. I looked up at him and begged him with my eyes to let me go.

 

Ouch!

 

I tried to move his hand off my mouth and waist. I could feel his hand tighten around my waist. So, I tried one more time to move my head.

My mouth was empty, and I didn't feel his hand on my mouth. But I felt his hand wrapping tighter and tighter around my waist.

 

I need to stop him, but he isn't looking at me.

Hayes was staring at the same spot where Jimmy walked.

It's like he is trans, and he's here but not.

 

I could hear the same mumbles he was saying before,

mine, mate, and something else I can't understand.

 

I had to do something, so I did what I could.

"Please let me go!" You are hurting me, Hayes."

I begged him by rubbing his cheeks with my hand.

That's when he stared at me, and he told me...