Thank you to all the lovely people that reviewed my story. It makes me smile and inspires me to keep writing. It might get a bit dark and I'm not endorsing domestic violence in this chapter. It will get a bit lighter after this and I'm going to do the ballroom scene with a twist hopefully :)
Act 6
Kelsie
I hate it when he looks at me like that. No one has ever looked at me like that and it frightens me so much. I recall just sliding off his lap and walking out, nearly paralysed with fear.
His eyes were that awful red colour and he looked like he wanted to eat me. I can feel the sore area on my neck where he bit me. The whole thing sent tremors through me. When I woke up again I was alone and scared.
This time when I went to sleep my nightmares were worse than ever. My parents had died two years last month and I really couldn't move on. I always dreamed vividly about what had happened. I remember recieving the phone call from the hospital and then going in to find my Mum had died and my Dad was in critical condition.
Two years ago my parents were involved in a car accident and the car was totalled. A drunken driver had ploughed straight into them and killed my Mum instantly because she was in the passenger side. My Dad was taken to hospital but he died two days later.
That's when Nanna agreed to take care of me and I came to live in London with her. Mum and Dad wherever you are I really miss you. I guess I never got over it. I avoided making friends and had nightmares.
I was still thinking about it when my favourite person entered the room. Pyro was leaning against the doorframe. He'd removed his jacket and was in a shirt and waistcoat. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his toned arms and alabastor skin. He simply walked in, uninvited and I glared at him.
"Go away," my voice was meek but petulant. He seemed surprised but then he laughed; the same cold, cruel sound that made my blood freeze.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, babe," his tone made my blood boil and I glared at him through watery eyes. "I think I should remind you that I'm your master and you did give your life to me to save that fat waste of space."
I let out a shuddering breath and drew myself up, marching over to him. I went to slap him but he grabbed my wrist, pressing a finger into my vein, causing me to yelp. He laughed again as I squirmed. I let a few tears fall and he stopped laughing.
He let go of my wrist and I tried to hit him again but he used his body to press me against the wall. I let out a whimper and with my free hand I tried to hit him but he shoved both hands against the wall. I couldn't stop crying at how cruel he was being.
"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" He whispered in my ear and it tickled, sending goosebumps up my arms.
"Pyro please stop!" I begged him and he laughed again. I wanted to be stronger and to not be such a coward. I let out a few weak sobs.
"I'd rather you kill me than use me the way you do," my voice cracked and in a way dying seemed better than having to face the grim reality.
I may be a virgin and fairly innocent but even I knew that day when I gave my life up for Daniel that I wasn't really going to be killed. Pyro wasn't intending on having me drop to my death on that day and it had scared me so much. Seeing what he was capable of and then witnessing it first hand.
His hand was round my throat in an instant and I gagged, feeling my world slipping away. I wanted to scream and all I saw were those red eyes. My heart ached especially as earlier on we were getting on. I was then reminded that he was demonic and a lot of his moods were dictated on how his inner monster was feeling.
When I opened my eyes again colour seemed to return and his eyes were starting to turn blue again and his hand let go of my throat. He let go of me and his body near enough collapsed on the floor. This time when he looked up at me his eyes were the same ocean blue again.
I crouched down and reached towards him, gently touching his arm and feeling how cold he was. When our skin touched his eyes started to cloud over again and I struggled to meet his ever darkening eyes. He shrugged my hand away and sent me an icy glare.
I flinched and felt hurt at his actions. He met my eyes again and his eyes were both angry and scared all at once.
"Pyro please don't push me away," my voice wobbled and he glanced at me. His gaze softened and he started to crawl towards me. I nearly backed away but held my ground as his arms wrapped round me. He rested his head into my shoulder and I heard him inhale.
"I'm sorry, so sorry," his voice was muffled by my t-shirt. I was still frightened but held onto him regardless.
"It's fine. I'm fine." I rubbed his back and he pulled back clutching my shoulders.
"No its not fine. I've done many things but I have never hit a woman," his eyes are stern and his hands are gripping my shoulders. Before I can say another word he's out the door and walking away. I really want to follow him but can't bring myself to. I watch him go and sit on the bed, feeling hopeless.
I really don't want to go back to sleep so I sit and stare out the window, watching the world go by. I decide to leave Pyro alone for a bit. He may feel like talking later.
