No Other

My eyes were glued to the shiny wooden table as Harry and Trinity discussed their favorite night clubs. Her words still rung in my ear he’s going to make you wish that you were dead. After she said it I ran as quickly as I could out of there and back to the booth. I didn't even want to know what that meant and when I reached the booth I was disappointed to see he was still there.

I don't understand why he would want me dead; all I did was try to protect his girlfriend. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten involve, but I don't think my punishment should be death—I don't even think I deserve a punishment. I looked at him and eyed him carefully, his green eyes were held in amusement as he stared on the opposite side of us, his long lean fingers were tapping rhythmically as he continued to converse with her. I noticed his tattoos on his forearm and chest as I examined his body and before I couldn't even squint my eyes to tell what was on his chest I was pulled out of my curiosity.

“Rachael?” Trinity asked a smirk was on her face. She knew I was checking him out, and I began to blush quickly.

I coughed for a second before I heard Harry chuckle darkly, “You’re too cute.”

My eyebrows furrowed, “huh?” I knew he knew that I was checking him out, but I was trying my best to act innocent. I didn't want to admit it.

Harry grabbed my hand that was on the wooden table beside him and gently caressed it. His thumb moving slowly on my palm as he said, “I think it’s time to order.” The touch was magnetic, something about his touch made chills run down my spine. Goosebumps were plastered on my skin as he continued with the action.

Trinity noticed the gesture and she coughed for a second before she said the words that made me want to scream. “I think I will leave you two lovebirds alone.” She winked at us before excusing herself out of the booth.

Before I could yell for her to come back, Harry said wickedly, “Thank god she left, now I can finally do what I want with you.” What did he want with me? He wanted to kill me that's what. And when I swallowed harshly I felt his hands release from my own and onto my thigh.

“Have you ever had someone touch you?” His tone was mocking and the hand began to gently glide over my jeans and onto my upper thigh next to my sex. The feeling was foreign and all though I was scared I couldn't deny that I was curious of what he wanted to do with me.

“N-No.” I managed to say. He moved closer towards me, our hips touching. His warm body was radiating off of my own, and I could feel myself becoming sweaty. His hand stayed on my thigh as he began to lean in my ear.

“Well darling, maybe that will change.” I opened my mouth but nothing came out. His lips were only centimeters away from my earlobe, and I felt the tip of his tongue gently glide over it. Oh my fucking god. He huskily whispered, “Do you want me to change that?”

I pushed away from him and my eyes snapped at him in disgust, “No I don't want to change that, definitely with you.”

His cool facade was replaced in seconds with an angered expression—the same one I saw the first time I laid my eyes on him. “Why the fuck not?”

I grew nervous, “B-Because you want to kill me!” I shouted. The few people in the diner looked at us in shock but as soon as Harry eyed any of them they quickly looked away.

He instantly grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the booth, and he dragged me outside the diner. My head was racing with thoughts, and before I could scream to let go I was shoved against a brick wall. We were outside the diner, and the streets were lonely, I was growing fear. If he tried to kill me, I was a goner. The thoughts were imploding my brain and I could feel myself becoming nauseating with the feeling.

He stared at me angrily, “Who told you I was going to fucking kill you?” Silence. I didn’t know what to say. “Tell me who told you I was going to fucking kill you!” He shouted, his voice echoing through the streets. “I will not ask again!”

“Hannah.” I muttered. Oh shit, now he was going to kill her too. “P-Please don't kill her too-”

I was cut off with him chuckling darkly, “You think I’m going to kill her? She’s my fucking girlfriend, why would I do that?”

Anger rose from my voice, “Oh so she’s your girlfriend when she’s convenient for you. Right?” I had no idea where this ounce of courage came from.

He stared at me confused and angry, “What did you say?”

“You heard me.” I fired back. “You wanted to fucking touch me back there! You did! I don't understand how you could do something like that if you are so loyal to your girlfriend!”

“Are you jealous?” Amusement was in his eyes.

“No!” I yelled at him. I needed to change the subject, “Are you going to kill me or not?”

He laughed humorously, “I might…I might not. You never know.” He thought my paranoia was a joke.

“I’m happy that you think scaring fucking innocent bystanders is funny!” I growled at him. He stepped closer, our faces only inches apart before a sinister smirk appeared on his plump lips.

“You should be scared, Rachael.”

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