Make him lose his mind

Celine's POV

Before I could get a word out, he threw me over his shoulder.

"Dave!" I yelled, punching his back. He didn't stop, nor did he let go.

He took me to the car and threw me inside like I weighed nothing. I let out a grunt, just to deceive him, to make him think I was hurt, and that worked. He halted and moved closer.

I ran a slap across his face immediately, breathing hard. "Stop trying to control my life," I bellowed.

Dave clenched his jaw; he looked furious, but I didn't care. All I cared about was that he'd scared Max away, that he'd ruined my normal life. Now Max was going to spread rumors, and everyone would stay away from me again.

"What was that for?" he turned to me, jaw tightened.

"For scaring my boyfriend away. You have no right," I yelled at him.

He moved fast and got into the car, forcing me to move in. His hands gripped the door behind me, and he glared into my eyes.

"Do you know your so-called boyfriend was sent to monitor you?"

I paused for a second, searching Dave's eyes. *What?* Max was just a sweet, rebellious guy who liked me. He'd shown interest in me the first day we met, when he almost ran me over.

"That's not possible…" I tried to argue, but Dave's glare shut me up.

I felt his hands clench so hard; he didn't seem angry at me, more at himself. If Max was really a spy sent to monitor me, then Dave must be blaming himself right now.

*He always does.*

When my parents died, when I was lying almost dead on the hospital bed, when I was attacked and almost thrown down the terrace. I bit my lip and looked away from him.

Dave's breath came out heavily and he moved away. He rubbed his temple slightly and turned to Jeff, who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Let's go," he said.

I turned sharply to him. "What about my classes?"

"You're no longer going to school there. You're coming back with me," he announced, like it was nothing.

My eyes widened in anger. First, he'd suddenly forced me to leave and live in a place I never knew. And now he was just taking me back like I was property of his.

"You just think you can decide my life?" I snapped, pulling him back.

He tried to speak, but I shut him off and continued. "This is my life, Dave. You don't just make decisions over me, I'm not some property you own and can just…"

I didn't get to finish; Dave cut in.

"I'm protecting you!" he yelled.

I froze for a second. That word, I was sick of hearing it.

"Why?" I snorted. "You have Sabrina now. Why don't you worry about her instead? I'm no longer your concern, remember?"

Then I turned to Jeff. "Open the door, I'm getting out."

I tugged at the handle before I'd even finished my sentence. Dave grabbed my arm and yanked me toward himself. My palms landed on his chest as I tried to push away.

"No one is as important as you," he said, gazing into my eyes.

I wanted to believe him, I did. But that was before he broke his promise. So I pushed away, but his arms grabbed mine in one grip.

"Stop being stubborn for once and just do as I say," Dave said frustratedly.

I refused.

I knew I was being stubborn, unreasonable, but I didn't care. Being the only Sawyer blood, many bad people would want me, but right now, I just wanted to hurt him, to make him feel so upset he'd lost his mind.

"You're powerful, right? Everyone fears you. So keep me safe, here," I demanded.

Dave stared at me. I could feel his anger, but what could he do? I was too precious for him to hit. "You could be in fucking danger, Celine," he said, calling my name.

I smirked and crossed my arms.

"Then protect me. Here, in Atlantic City. I'm not going back," I said.

It only took a moment before Dave gave in. He let out a low grunt and clenched his hand, but I didn't care. I wanted him to be with me, not go back to Sabrina.

"Fine," he breathed. "But you've got to listen to me."

I flipped my hair back and faced forward. "Depends on how good you are at coaxing me," I told him.

Dave let out a hard sigh and rested back on the seat. He gestured to Jeff with his fingers, and he started the car immediately. I grinned as we drove back to the house.

My phone chimed in my pocket, and I took it out to see a call from Tyra. The moment I picked up, her voice rang with alarm.

"Where are you, girl?"

I glanced at Dave. "With my uncle."

He turned to look at me and his countenance shifted. "Who is that?"

I ignored him. "I'm sorry, I can't make it today. Let's meet up tomorrow?" I asked.

No sooner had I let those words out than Dave snatched my phone from my ear and threw it out the window. My eyes widened in fury; I turned with a dead glare, but he grabbed my wrist instead.

"How dare you still talk to him while I'm sitting right here?" he growled.

"I was talking to Tyra," I fired back.

He let go of my wrist, and I grunted angrily, wishing I could get out of the car, away from him immediately. When the car stopped, I didn't wait a second before I got out and walked into the house, slamming the door after me.

I hurried into my room, turned to lock the door, but Dave was right behind me. He grabbed the door and stopped me. I didn't let go; I tried to push against him.

After a hard struggle, I gave up and let go of the door. I walked into the room, grabbed the first thing my hand caught, and was about to throw it at him when he caught my wrist again and yanked the pillow to the floor.

He pushed me to the dresser table, and his arm caught my back firmly to stop me from crashing. His other hand grabbed my chin, lifting it up and forcing me to look at him.