Scarred Knight

Stop Saving Me

Lake

I stepped out of the house, typing a text to Asher about informing him that I was leaving. I already has his car keys as he had let me drive it on the way here, because he wanted to know if I was really ready to drive to school tomorrow by my own car. It was kind of special to have him let me drive his car, as I knew how possessive he was of his things, but for me he had let me control his 'baby' as he calls it. I can’t wait to throw it on Chase’s and Liam’s face, they'd have a fit.

Ready to get out of here, I pushed past some of the people crowding the driveway. One of the boys standing near the stairs in front of the door grabbed my wrist pulling me back with a jerk. “Where you going, darling?”

“Excuse me.” I made to push him away, but his fingers only tightened more. In an instant my skin prickled with apprehension, the cold started to creep up my spine as he leaned closer. “J-Just let me.. go.” I choked out, my palm flat on his chest to keep him away, my words coming out jumbled as I started to get scared of the situation this could lead to.

“When I’ve had a taste.” The arsehole responded, pinching my chin between his fingers.

My stomach tightened in fright as the blackspots started to form in my vison. I could feel my body trying to give up on me as mind fought to fight back. Since that night when I was being forced against my will, I had been wary of every stranger. And such situation sent me into panic too fast to think anything else.

The only solace I get in my surroundings was when I feel him. My ghost. I wasn’t crazy to just be okay with knowing that someone was frequenting my apartment and following me around but it was only because when I feel him I forget what had happened or what could’ve happened if Alex hadn’t come. My ghost makes me feel safe. He hasn’t done anything to make me suspicious of him. Yeah, I know he could be a serial killer, but my instincts told me whoever he was, he wasn’t going to hurt me.

And as the boy squeezed my writs in his fingers, I wondered if my ghost was here and if he’d save me now. But it wasn't my ghost who came for my rescue, instead my prayers were answered by steely cold words.

“Release her.” Two words. So cold that it felt like ice dripped off them and had the desired impact as I was released without a second to spare.

I quickly stepped back, my throat closed up and my whole being trembled. My back came up against a hard, imposing chest and I gasped as I whirled around to face the man who looked at me like I was a nuisance he'd like to get rid of. And even before seeing them, I knew what color of eyes would be staring at me. But when I looked up, his green gaze was tracking the man who had just held me forcefully. The green gaze blazed with unholy intent as if he was just barely holding himself in check, stopping himself from going after that guy. And, kill him. Kill him like he had killed those men for me.

“Alex.” I said his name, my voice breathy.

He stiffened. And then slowly his eyes came down on me, taking me in slowly. I frowned as I watched the greens turning shades, from hot dark to cool glass. “This is the second time I had to interfere.”

I swàllowed the thank you that was hovering on the tip of my tongue at his cold tone and clenched my jaw tightly as he stepped closer, confiscatibg my air as his chest brushed against my breàsts.

“You didn’t have to. No one asked you to.” I gritted out, pushing at his chest.

The nonchalant way he looked down at me, disparaging me, only managed to bring the side of me that I wasn’t even sure existed.

But of course, he didn’t even budge, instead he came closer still, our noses almost touching and my breàsts were now pressed flat against him, a sudden tingle zigzagged through me at the closeness. I felt the heat of his body despite his cool gaze and frigid stance and something hot slithered through me. I hated my body’s reaction when my brain was already decided on how much I hated this man.

“One would think you’d be thankful unless…” His other hand went to the back of my head and he weaved his fingers through my hair, tugging the fistful. “You like it when you're forced.”

My eyes widened as my lips fell apart in a silent gasp. It wasn’t a shock to his words as much as it was the fact that he just hinted on the dreams I have had about him since that night. His gaze skittered on my face, taking in every nuance. Perfect pink lips turned up from the side, and the scar on his left cheek twitched. “You’d like it, won’t you?” He questioned, punctuating it with the tug on my hair.

“I won’t.” I said and even though it hurt until finally he loosened his grip on my hair, I tugged myself free of his hold. “And if it bothers you so much then stop acting like a Knight. Stop saving me.”

One moment I was standing there glaring at him and the next I was pressed against the wall with his body glued to mine and his hand wrapped around my throat. His eyes narrowed and a tick started at the corner of his right eye while the beautiful scar on his left cheek stood out and pulsed as he ground his jaw and bit out, “Don’t ever say that word.”

His fingers flexed around my throat and instead of fearing for my life, I wanted to caress that beautiful scar and may be kiss it, too.

Fûck.

I focused back on him, my brows came down in confusion, but then a slow smile spread across my lips as understanding dawned of his words. Oh, so this God among humans has a trigger, who’d have thought. “Which word, it’s not the Knight, right? Is it?” His fingers tightened on my throat, making my heart jump in excitement— I’d think about that later, this man was so not good for my health. “I rather like it. You, my knight. You have saved me two times and with the luck I’m having, may be it’s not the last.”

The tick quickened and my blood roared in response, I was getting to him and it felt so fûcking good to stand up to him. It gave me an another kind of thrill to get into it with him when he looked like unbeatable force. He moved closer, his lips brushed the corner of my lips. It wasn’t a kiss, but like a hungry predator inhaling the scent of its prey for when it ran. His lips coasted across my cheek to my ear and then he whispered, “If I am your knight then you’ll have to bleed for me like a Scar.”

“Scar! It’s not funny! Come out!”

My legs felt wobbly as I blinked my eyes a few times to focus on my surroundings. Alex was no longer there. It felt like I just blacked out for a few seconds where I heard those words and I felt betrayed that he left me like this. I shook my head on that thought. He was nothing to me, I shouldn’t expect anything from him. I should just stay away from him.

“Are you alright?”

I stiffened at the voice and relaxed a second later when I saw it was just a girl with concern in her eyes. “Yeah, I am fine. Thanks.”

My eyes searched the driveway but Alex wasn’t there, and neither was my ghost. With a sigh that made me feel like an old lady tired of living, I decided to keep my distance from one Alex Carter, the fake teacher.

I spotted Ash’s mustang and quickly walked toward it. The chill skating down my spine had me looking back, it almost felt like someone was following me. And it wasn’t my ghost. It was different, this feeling, like… death. I don't know how I know it, but that was it.

Sucking in a harsh breath, I quickened my steps, only to whirl around when I heard something falling behind me. My heartbeat echoed in my ears, my palm sweated around the car keys I was fisting.

I swallowed. “Who’s there?” I called out but the only answer I got was the silence, thick nerve wrecking silence. Licking my lips in a nervous manner, I waited only to jump in fright as a car door slammed behind me.

Without wasting another second, I whirled around, making a run across the driveway to the car with my heart thudding in my chest in absolute fear. Once I unlocked the car, I didn't even glance around as I slid inside on the driver seat and only breathed properly when I had the doors locked and turned the keys to start the car.

I backed out of the driveway and turned around, pulling out the car on the road. I still felt watched even inside the car. And the feeling was creepy. I looked in the rear-view mirror, no one was following me, but still there was an urgency inside me and around me, pushing me to get to safety. I floored the accelerator, pushing the car beyond speed limit to get far away from this place and this feeling.

It wasn't until I was just taking a turn for my block when I breathed properly, a lungful of relieved oxygen, when another black car came and slammed right into the passenger side of the door not even giving me a chance to gather my bearings. The car spun around, throwing me against the driver side door. I screamed as my head banged against the mirror and I lost the control of the car. My hands slipped from the steering wheel as I started to lose consciousness, but then there were two strong arms, taking control of the wheel. I vaguely heard a deep, dark curse before I felt the car speeding once again. This time in control of a dark figure who just seemed to have materialized from thin air, now sitting on the passenger side.

“Ghost…” I whispered barely, as I finally let go and let the darkness claim me.

I was sure he'd keep me safe.

To Be Continued...