When A Bully Falls In Love by Valerie Sax (ereader for comics TXT) 📗

Chapter 15: Totally Screwed

 

~Xander~

 

Her emotionless eyes hurt me more than her words. She hates me for the crime I didn't commit. I was not in the position to talk or to present my innocence. I left the hospital; after making sure she was fine and out of danger.

Definitely, she was fine if she could blame me for everything.

I reached my apartment. The anger was busting in me. Her words didn't leave me for a second. In a rage, I threw my phone on the wall. How is this even possible? Didn't she felt a single thing for me?

How easy was her to say she hates me?

And who the hell wants to frame me against her?

I closed my eyes and tried to think hard. 

Where did I leave the phone at the time of the message?

I remember I left my phone in the car, and the windows were open. 

It is normal for me to leave the phone on my seat when I am around the car; Talking to someone.

But I realized whatever happened was not my fault.

Hastily, I opened one bottle and tried to finish it in one gulp.

I wanted to get away from the pain I was feeling. The pain of rejection, the blame, I was not responsible for.

My mind didn't want to shut down, but my body unable to continue with the exertion. I didn't know how many sips I took before I went into a deep slumber.

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I woke up after fifteen long hours. My head was shaking badly, and the first thing I felt I was hungry. I didn't eat anything for more than 24 hours. 

My body was aching, as well as my head. Without food, I was not able to think properly. The first thing I did was to make an omelet for myself and some toasted bread. After I finish my meal, I took some pain relief pills and opened my Tv.

But again, the demons popped up in my mind. This is not going to work. My phone was broken, destroyed in my anger.

"Great, now I need to buy another phone." I talked to myself.

It might be a good idea to go out rather than thinking and dying here alone.

I drove to the mall and bought a new phone for myself.

My mind just left her thoughts for a few moments, and there I saw her again.

In front of the mall; running.

My eyes didn't leave her trail. And it shook me again when I saw her hugging a man. 

"What the fuck?" the words shoot out from my mouth.

She hugged him, gave him an envelope. Cried on his shoulder.

What the hell was going on in front of my eyes. 

Is that her boyfriend? Her tattoo man?

LOVE NEVER FAILS guy

My hands squeezed into fists. Oh great! she ran and hugged him again.

"She loved that junkie," That thought crossed my mind.

He is not even as handsome as me; My arrogance spoke.

And the next moment, I slammed my car door hardly and drove towards my club.

She hates me and loves that stupid junkie? The demon of jealousy didn't leave me for a second.

Fuck all of them; it's time for some pleasure.

I reached my club, and they understood what I needed.

For the whole fucking night, I had my pleasure. Booze, dance, and girls. These things helped to calm down. 

I didn't want her, let her love those shitty pants. She deserved that.

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The next evening I was in my room when the least expected thing happened. My room was booming with the Dolby sounds of my favorites.

Suddenly I got an intercom call from the front desk, informing me a girl wants to meet me. If this is Zareena, I will kill her for disturbing me. But an unknown figure was standing in the middle of the room.

I scanned her body in the dim light. Her white floral short dress caught my focus, where her flawless skin tried to grab my sight.

I walked towards her, and I got hit by her lavender scent.

This can't be her. 

And there she turned and hit my chest. A current flowed through my body when I saw her face. Her sapphire captured my visions. I said something, but she was not ready to answer. Slowly my eyes trailed towards her cleavage that she tried to hide with her hand.

I think she was not done with me. She wanted to tease me more and more without spilling a single word from her juicy lips.

I was under the influence of booze, two bottles down, and what more I needed if she is in front of me.

All I wanted to throw her on my bed and dig deep inside her. 

Explore her beauty, and introduce her to the pleasure she really needed.

But there, my mind gave me a thought; she hates you.

I tried to control myself when I closed my eyes and suck up my lustful thoughts for her.

But there she did something, which made me lose my control.

She started eating her lips and tried to get away from me.

It triggered my beast. And all I wanted to torture her I have been through. She rejected me over that junkie; I wanted to give her the same feeling. How she hugged that man with feelings and hated me?

Forcefully I made her join in my action; My eyes wanted to see her and only her. I saw her in my dreams, giving me this pleasure, but here she begged me to let go. 

How is this possible? She is mine to claim; She's all mine. I didn't care; she loves another man or not. All I cared about was she is mine.

 

I was so lost in my self that I didn't notice her pain. 

But once I reached my climax, I realize I did, a mistake. Make her captive and torture her like this was not a good idea. 

She was not like other girls. I never met a girl like her.

She was not like me. Her body was shivering when she pushed me.

Her innocent voice echoed my ear when she said,

She came here to say sorry because she was feeling guilty about her behavior.

Fuck Fuck Fuck that is what was I left with.

She is sorry, and I am a dick.

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