Mick's POV
Have you ever had that feeling when you're convinced something bad is going to happen to you? You know, you feel like you're being watched, that something's going to creep up behind you and snatch you right up? That's the feeling I was experiencing right about now, which is dumb because it's the dead of day and what kind of person snatches someone up in the dead of day? Declan walks faster now, long, quick steps that I struggle to keep up with until he grabs my arm as we near the restrooms. He tugs me along with him quickly and I stop dead in my tracks. "Declan stop. What're you doing?" I ask him, my voice shaking angrily. Before I can react, Declan grabs me by the back of my head-yanking my hair violently-and drags me into the nearest bathroom building. He waltzes us both through the doorway and I find myself being thrown into his body viciously. I scream, loud. So loud that it burns my throat. "Shhh!" Declan hisses and drags me into him roughly by my hair. It hurts and I wince. My heart pounds in my ears and I pray that this isn't happening. I can feel his ragged breath beating down hard on my neck, since he's holding me in a headlock against his chest. He drags us to the doorway and pokes his head out, checking for passersby. Then, he drags me over to one of the stalls and shoves me in, though he doesn't bother to lock it or even close it. He pushes me down and I almost hit my head on the toilet. He continues to push me down until I'm leaning against the wall of the cubicle. My eyes widen when he sits down in front of me and leans in so that his forehead rests on mine. "Be quiet and don't move." he warns in a venomous whisper that causes me to shudder. His breath fans my face and I nod. I don't know what else to do. He unzips my Pink sweatshirt and crawls on top of me, his hands slithering around the small of my back. I can feel my eyes becoming rounder by the second when I realize what he's doing. His head gets close enough to my neck that his hair tickles my face. His lips brush my neck softly and I begin to struggle frantically in his grasp. I kick my legs, pull my face away from his in either direction. His teeth bite down on my neck hard and I grind my teeth together. I'm breathing so fast, I have to take a second to regain some momentum and once I do, I push him away with all the strength I can muster up. He's thrown backwards but not far enough that he can't still grab me and snatch me up by the hair. And that's exactly what he does. Once I'm in his grasp again he draws his hand back and then, as we were in slow motion, it makes its way across my face sharply. It hurts like hell. The cheek where he slapped feels prickly and stings. I touch my lips where his nails grazed and check for any blood. Nothing. I take my cheek in my hand and with my free hand I reach for Declan's face. "Sit still." he growls once again and then he grabs the hand I'm about to hit him with. He crawls back onto me and shoves my head back with his own so that it's leaning against the wall of the stall. He then continues to kiss from my jaw down my neck. My muscles tense as I feel his hands find the zipper on my jeans. He begins to pull the zipper down and I realize in that second what I guess I knew all along; I hate Declan. I've never hated anyone more in my entire life. His mouth finds mine and he attempts to pry my mouth open. I wince and keep my lips pressed in a terse line. He tries again and this time, he uses so much force that I have to open my mouth. Tears sting my eyes and I can feel a couple begin to tumble down my face, hot and slow. I look to the ceiling for answers as to how I'm supposed to get out of here but there are none. I advert my gaze to the ground pathetically. What am I supposed to do? Suddenly, I get an idea. I subtly reach for my pocket. I fumble around for my phone and maneuver it out unnoticeably. Although, Declan probably wouldn't notice anything right now. He's too preoccupied with biting my neck-which I'm really hating. I bring my phone close to me and compose a new message. In the contact box I click Nick's name and begin to type out; Nick, please come help me I'm in the-
All of a sudden, my phone is swatted from my fingers. "What're you doing?" Declan hisses, batting my phone from my hands. It flies across the spacious cubicle and it's too far out of reach for me to get it now.
"I was just-"He doesn't wait for me to finish, instead his hand cracks over my face again-loud as thunder. This second slap hurts ten times more than the first one. This time, his nails tear open the skin above my lip where he'd slapped before, and blood streams from it. I can taste it on my lips as it runs down my chin. I feel tears pooling up in my eyes and I give up, defeated. Someone help me.
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Sorry if this sucks. It was late and I didn't really proof read much. :(
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Come away death - Twelfth nightby murmuzenda24,087 views
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