A hot mess

Chapter 19

Aria

“Are you sure you want to travel by yourself? The boys can escort you back to school." My Mom nagged me as I carried my bags downstairs.

“I am fine Mom. Besides, I came here alone. I don't need anyone's protection," I said, dropping my last bag at the back of the truck.

I can't spend another night with Evander sneaking into my room in the middle of the night.

Last night was the highest I could hold back from falling into his temptation. I can't believe I liked the way he kissed and touched me.

That's the scary thing about this unhealthy unidentified relationship between us. I don't like him yet I am attracted to him.

His cousin brother is my ex and I am pretty sure that he still hates me for breaking his heart.

Another reason why I don't want to have anything to do with the both of them. Whether official or not, I can't have them in my life.

“See next time, Mom." I pecked her cheeks before getting into my mini white car.

I had to leave early to prevent them from seeing me, especially Evander. He is the kind to hijack my car or worse force me to stay back or try to kidnap since I intend to escape from him.

He is a maniac, a delusional psychopath with a serial killer instinct. Thinking about him makes my skin shrink with goosebumps.

I navigated to the next road, just as I was about to pick up my speed, something huge zoomed across the road like a stroke of lightning.

I hit my breaks drifting to the other side of the road and crashed into a tree.

My head flew forward and hit the wheels so hard, causing a concussion that made me blackout instantly.

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I heard muffled sounds as I slowly regained my conscience. My scalp veins pounded against my head sending a wave of pain to my brain.

Blinking my eyes twice, I calmly registered my environment. The eerie breeze that caressed my cheeks reminded me of being on a solitude road that was surrounded by nothing but trees.

I was still in my car, strained by the seatbelt and unable to move. I couldn't even feel my legs.

“She is awake." A voice muttered, followed by approaching footsteps.

I tilted my head to see who it was. A muscular guy with a dark haughty vibe came into my view.

Instinctively, I reached for my car key, intending to stab it into his eyes if he came close to me.

My guts began to churn. I had a bad feeling that he was going to cause me trouble.

His looks alone was lethal and terrifying.

I tried to move my body as he came closer but it remained stiff. Panic setting in from my inability to move or escape from the dreadful man.

He reached out his hand to touch me but I started to scream, my body trembling from the horror of being touched by a stranger.

“Don't touch her, you f*****g ass." A familiar voice growled behind him. His arrogant tone was so notable that I couldn't mistake him for anyone else.

"But she is awake," the haughty stranger said with a confused tone in his voice.

“I told you to look after her and not try to touch her. Now move aside before I yank your head off your neck." The other guy who's voice I couldn't mistake to be Evander's voice snapped harshly.

Evander's figure came into my view and for an unknown reason, I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

For me, it was safer to be with the devil than be with his demons.

“What a spectacular sight to see you suffer, Aria," he muttered with that annoying tone of his.

I almost rolled my eyes at him but chose not to since he was my only source of survival at the moment.

“Hey, if you are not going to help me then you can leave," I grumbled angrily and he burst out laughing.

“You are in a bit of a situation right now, so I advise you not to piss my off." He snapped aggressively. He grabbed my shirt, pulling my body forward until we were inches apart.

His eyes terrified me. They were sharp and cold, void of emotion. I grew nervous as his glare dug into my soul.

Unable to keep his gaze, I looked away, keeping my eyes above his shoulders.

“Can you help me now?" I nervously asked.

If I wanted to get help from him, then I had to beg him for it. Evander likes it when I kiss his shoes. It is annoying and I get this feeling that he wants me subjected to him, under his control and beg him all my life.

But I can't bring myself to be subdued. I hate him I really do but whenever he grabs me and force me to my limit, I can't help but find myself wanting more of him.

The way he treats me, haul cruel words at me while calling me his favourite cunt makes me want to fight him more.

I feel stupid and disappointed for what I am about to say but I can't deny it. I like when he is around me. I always get this sense of safety while being agitated about him at the same time.

“Please," I muttered, my voice low as a whisper.

“I like it when you beg me. You should do more of this when I have my hands in between your legs," he said with a sardonic voice.

He is such a narcissist, a dirty one with a foul mouth.

I tell myself repeatedly that I don't want him. But in the end, I wrapped my hands on his face and kissed him.