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Feeling Safe With Danger

Chapter 33

"Mmmmm so hot." His blue eyes grazed over my body, his desire growing more and more. His head dipped down to place kisses on my stomach. Lane didn't noticed, but a tear managed to escape my eye and roll down my cheek as I prepared to lose myself to him.

My eyes shot over to where the door had swung open.

"WHAT?!"
Standing in the doorway was one of the most heart-wrenching, gut-turning sights I had ever seen.
I had never felt so guilty in my life.

His mouth was slightly open, huffs of breath struggled to make their way out between his lips.
His nostrils were flaring. I looked down to his legs, they were trembling. His knees shook back and forth. His hands turned to hard fists at his sides, he squeezed them tight, so tight that I could see blood coming out from the palms of his hands were his fingernails were digging in to his own skin.

And his eyes.
Oh my god. His eyes.
I will never be able to get rid of the image.

They were wide and red, like the veins inside were boiling with blood. They welled up with tears. The red surrounding the green made a starking contrast.
I had never seen someone so angry, so hurt, so confused. And it was because of me.
We made eye contact but he looked away immediately. He couldn't even look at me.

He squeezed his eyes shut as if to erase what he had just seen.
He took a deep breath before opening his eye. His mouth pressed tightly, his lips opened up to reveal his gritted teeth.

"GET OFF HER NOW!!!!" He lunged towards us. Lane jumped up screaming like a little girl and cowered behind the bed, leaving me exposed to Harry.
Harry stopped at the bed, looking down to see me in just my bra and Lane's boxers. He shook his head with disgust at me. He quickly found his way around the bed and grabbed Lane.
"Are you scared you little twat? Good, you should be. She's mine, you fucking dick!"
He slammed his fist into Lane's stomach harder than I've ever seen him land a punch.
I was terrified of Harry and for Lane. Lane seemed like a little boy compared to Harry.
I was shocked that Lane decided to taunt him.
"Yeah, well too bad for you. My dick is the only dick she wants. My dick is the only dick that can make her feel good. She hates you. Otherwise, she wouldn't have spent the night with m-"
Harry wasted no time in landing another punch to Lane's right jaw, and then the left jaw. His hold on Lane's shoulders tightened as he slammed him back into the wall.
I watched as Harry mercilessly shoved, kicked, and punched Lane. By the time I had spoken, blood was spewing out from Lane's mouth. His face was swollen, bruised, and red.
"HARRY!" I screamed.
"Shut up, you whore!"
That word pierced me. It felt like he had lunged a knife into my stomach.
I began to sob loudly.
"Harry, please. Don't do this! I'll never speak to you again if you keep hurting him!"
"What the hell makes you think I want to ever speak to you again?!"
"Harry! PLEASE!!!" I ran over to him and grabbed on his arm, right between his shoulder and elbow. I could feel his bicep bulging. He looked down at me as if he hated me.
"Get. Off." He gritted.
I tightened my grip on him. His other arm took a swing at Lane's side.
"No."
"Get off, Vana! DAMMIT!" With that he shook me off, I guess I was surprised at his strength because I went hurling towards the hard ground.
I began to cry harder, pain shooting up my back.