Hate Him
991 Words
AURORA
I felt a burst of irritation, a sense of awe and an urge to roll my eyes so hard that it was buried into the back of my head. He was in the midst of the club, taking up the space, soaking up the attention. I could see people scurry away from him in fright. I was perplexed by the way my breath got caught in my throat as he scanned the room like he was looking for something. It was impossible to miss the intriguing detail of how his body was covered up in tattoos and my gaze fixated on the sleeve full of tattoos on his right arm. His biceps bulged out of his shirt and it was appealing to look at.
His bangs covered up his eyes or at least half of his eyes. He loomed everyone in the room effortlessly and even without having to lift a finger, he commanded all the attention without even having to ask for it. His hands were casually in his pockets as he scanned around with narrowed eyes. Diane drooled from beside me, her gaze fixated on him like she was in a sort of trance. She's still not gotten over her little crush for Kane. Despite the multiple times I tried to warn her about him being nothing but bad news.
I scoffed under my breath, casually taking a sip of my sweet beer. I was irritated by the slight tremble in my hands. I froze, the hair at the back of my neck standing on edge and I turned to look back. I was startled as I met his gaze. I almost flinched and then I glared at him and hurriedly turned away.
"Freeze!"
I was startled, my glass slipping away from my grip and shattering to the floor in the space of a second, at the sound of his voice, his command.
"Put your hands and claws in the air everyone. I won't say it twice." he said and I stared, appalled by the shattering of glass, left right and center. I looked around to see people escaping through the window, scrambling over themselves in a hurry to escape Kane's wrath. And there were people that were not so lucky, as they were being rounded up by the company Kane brought along. The room was in a state of frenzy and I suddenly felt nauseous at how the night had taken an unexpected 360.
I turned around to face Diane but apparently, she was nowhere to be seen. My mouth parted at the empty chair, I scanned in panic and caught the nervousness In the bar tender's gaze. I felt a grip on my shoulder. I smelled him. I shouldn't know what he smelled like but I did. My heart sped up and I just wanted to close my eyes and let it all go away. It would seem that I have a nick for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. I wish I had not given into Diane's request of coming here. I would have been home, basking in the warmth of my bed. I turned around to glare up at Kane who l regarded me with an impassive expression.
"Get your hand off my shoulder" I said through gritted teeth. Anger replaced my anxiety within a heartbeat as I glared at him.
"You should know that I don't like being told what to do" he growled, hauling me up not so gently.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I screeched as he pulled me alongside him, making me bump into him. I tried to pull my hand away but his hands had nothing less than an iron grip.
"Arresting you" he said casually, so nonchalant you'd think we were talking about something else.
"For what?" I growled at him. He lifted his shoulders in a half shrug.
"You were caught in the scene of the crime"
I turned to look at him incredulously. I wondered how many few brain cells he had left. Scene of the crime? Really?
"You've got to be kidding" I snapped and then I gasped when I felt my hands shackled in handcuffs. How did he?-
I wasn't even sure I wanted to know.
"I was having a drink. I don't see how I'm connected to the crime in any way. I didn't deserve to be picked up like some criminal, I didn't like how the soft, indeliberate brush of his fingers made my skin go hot. I scanned the room once more for Diane. I felt a sense of betrayal and then I forcefully drifted my mind away from it. There was no way she'd leave me. Would she? No, of course not. Something must have happened, must have gone wrong.
Or you're making excuses for her like you always do.
"I didn't do anything" I said again, weaker than I would have liked. It was torture walking in my shoes and my dress had ridden up to my thighs again. He paused and I paused with him, because I was shackled in handcuffs. He turned to fix me with a lifeless gaze. It was dark but it was impossible to miss the gold flecks in his eyes. They held a comparison to star dust. I quickly snapped out of it. Feeling irritated by my intrigue. I just wanted to go home. Mom would give me a whole lecture once she finds out about where I've been, about where I'm going to spend the night. I just wanted to go home. I could feel my bones becoming heavy with exhaustion, a sense of resignation.
"Well If I say you're connected to the crime. Then you're connected. It sucks to be you, doesn't it?" He said and then was what all it took to fan back the dying emblem of my anger.
"You're an asshole. You know that?"I spat.
"One thing you've gotten right at least"
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