Chapter 59: Chapter 59
So Unhinged
Music Recommendation; Shameless by Camelia Cabello
I first thought it was a dream or a blur of my consciousness from being drunk and a little high. What would evil Calyx be doing here? But it is fucking real. It is him. Wasn’t I dancing inside the club a while ago? This is kidnapping! Where is Sam and that stupid bouncer?
Is no one seeing this? I felt degraded and humiliated to my bones when he spanks my ass. It feels like highschool all over again. The situation is so surreal that I am still having doubts if it is indeed happening even though I am feeling the sting from his slap.
An unsettling feeling is spreading in my gut like a wildfire. There is a chance that this is a nightmare. It has to be. I must have drunkenly fallen asleep somewhere.
My chest feels tight and constricted like I am locked in a room with no ventilation when he throws me into a car and slams the door so hard that my heart jolts in fright.
I frantically struggle to get out in my weak, tipsy state but could not. He enters and begins to angrily go on about what I was doing here and how I could have been assaulted. The damn asshole.
He is referencing to a time when I was being pestered by some guy at our school at a charity gala. One minute he was talking to me and getting uncomfortably close. The next thing was him being thrown against the flute wine tower, crashing it completely and holding his nose that was bleeding. Calyx was standing meters away looking like an angered assassin.
He descended on the guy, beating him with so much fury that he was badly hurt and unrecognizable by the time Calyx was restrained by his friends. He was like a beast. It had all been about me.
He told the guy that he would kill him if he ever saw him near me again. At some point, he made me a sacred cow. It was a felony for anyone else to hurt me—to be close to me except him.
It is now seeming less and less than a dream. More than a thousand question are running in my head at once. What is he doing here?
How did he know I was here? Is he stalking me? He is seeing himself as some sort of angel and it is soo fucking ironic because no one has hurt me more than he has. And I hope no one ever does. He is saying something about my home address. I snap my head in his direction, I will not be stupid enough to tell him.
He wants to hurt me again. I am all queasy but I push through it and apologize. "Look, I’m very sorry about coming to see you—"
"Stop being a clutz and fucking tell me your home address!" He snaps furiously. I flinched back. My heart threatening to jump out of my ribcage. I know how lethal his anger can be. But I’m not that scared of him anymore. He thinks he would intimidate me. He is wrong. "I am not telling you! So fucking stop this madness of yours and let me out!
Drop me off right here. What do you plan to do with me? And why the hell are you even doing this you fucker!" I yell, seething. We look at each other—predator and prey, the conqueror and the once conquered—and in that moment, I feel an odd sort of connection to him. Which isn’t that odd in hindsight because a part of myself is forever altered by the past that has happened between us. In all these years, I still haven’t figured out his true feelings towards me. I will never be able to. He is a complex psychopath and a fucking rogue neanderthal. Bullying is never a way to show that you like someone so he doesn’t like me.
I will not be foolish again to think that there is a good side to him because there isn’t the slightest bit of good in him. What he does is manipulates
Some of the other schoolgirls thought that I should be greatful for his attention and that he liked me. And like a fool, I stupidly begin to lean to that assumption. Calyx never liked me. He is just twistedly obsessed.
In his eyes, I’m an object on which he can carry out his sadistic tendencies. He takes his eyes off mine and my body is lunged forward as the car suddenly accelerates into high speed. I scream for him to stop. Seeing that he wouldn’t, I brace myself, holding the car seat. The queasiness and the insane velocity is killing me because I cannot vomit even though I am feeling nauseous. All because I am not the type to puke easily. "Do you think this is some fucking racetrack!!" He doesn’t listen to my screams—typical.
I have been living in peace all this while. Why did I go show myself and remind him that I exist?
The car stops after what feels like forever. The world is spinning in front of my eyes. I’m hit by freedom and the cold air when he grabs me out and starts dragging me along with him. I can’t make out what I am seeing ahead because of my blurry vision. Knowing him, this can’t be good at all.
Struggling only resulted in his hold becoming like a tight shackle around my arm.
My entire body is shaking with sobs at this point. I’m almost completely helpless against him. I am not half as strong as he is to go against his cruel strength. But I can bite. So I sink my teeth into his hand. He curses before he yanks on my hair and brings me closer to his body. His large arms closes around my small body. I can’t clearly see his face but I know he must be searing mad that I had bit him.
I look up at him, ignoring the tears running down my face. Keeping my gaze defiant. He can go ahead and do whatever worse he wants to. I brace myself for it. A choke. But he just holds me like that. One arm wrapped around my waist, my lower body tightly pressed against him. His other hand is fisted in my hair, holding my head arched back.
The heat coming off his body feels good because I am cold. My body delights in it. My hands are pushing at his chest in a futile attempt to put some distance between us. I can see his face now. His expression is dark and angry, his eyes narrowed at me. Then he suddenly leans forward, putting his lips against mine. I am stunned. It felt like the drunkenness left my system. My eyes widened. I pressed my lips tightly closed so he wouldn’t use his tongue.
I could not keep at that for long because he wasn’t just kissing me. He was making out. His large warm hands roaming over my body, settling on my ass which he grips and presses with a sudden firm pressure that sent sweet shivers down my spine through the fear. I could not help but moan.
He gives me no other choice but to surrender to his kiss. I melt into his squeezing embrace. Clinging to him as if I am drowning and he is the only lifeline that can save me. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. But I am. It is definitely the alcohol. He is not giving me a chance to think. We are both breathing raggedly when he pulls away. His thumb feels my lips, with an enthralling look. A brief eye contact moment before he claims them again, merging our ragged breaths in a deeper punishing kiss. He doesn’t kiss me gently. It is always rough—a punishment. One he thinks I well deserve.
CALYX
She is kissing me back. The joy my heart feel isn’t just butterflies. It is more than that.
I was expecting her to slap me across the face or curse at me when I pull back.
But she doesn’t do any of that. Nor did she flinch when I touch her lips, admiring them and how swollen they had gotten from the kiss we earlier shared. They part like she wants to say something. . . . .but she doesn’t. She looks every bit enchanting and seductive right now. The first kiss had been on sheer impulse. The second one did I purposefully claim. Pouring in all of my unsaid anger into it. I can feel my desire boiling over with an intensity I have not felt in a long time.
My cock is stirring in my pants. It takes me every bit of my self-control to break the kiss and step away from her before it becomes erect.
"Since you don’t want me to take you home, you will be sleeping here tonight."
