Moonlight Kiss

CHAPTER 2

　　Adriana's POV

　　"Draven, calm down, we're in the middle of the fuckin' road."

　　"Let's go inside somewhere to talk about it; we can't do this here."

　　"I'm sure Adriana has an explanation, so chill for a minute and..."

　　"If you guys don't shut the f**k up right now, I'll bash each and every one of your heads to a f*****g wall, am I f*****g clear?!" he spat, tightening the grip around my wrist, and I held in a whimper before trying to free myself from his grip.

　　"We're going home," he said shortly, and I ignored him as I kept struggling to break free.

　　"Draven..."

　　"Stop that," he hissed, jerking me closer, and I gasped before going silent, a hard lump already forming in my throat as I stood still.

　　Before I could say anything, Draven picked me up in his arms, and I gripped his shirt when my head started to spin, my surroundings becoming more and more blurry by each passing second. The next thing I knew, we had already arrived right in front of the mansion, and I involuntarily gripped his shirt when he appeared in front of his room, literally kicking the door open before bolting inside with me. What should I do? What should I say?

　　"Tell me who the f**k did that?" he demanded, his voice turning just a tad bit soft, but judging from the way his jawline was clenching, I knew that he was far from calming down.

　　I got off his arms and opened my mouth to say something but decided to keep it shut.

　　"Was it Alaric? Finn? Vincent?" With each name, he took a step forward and I backed away, knowing very well that he was now pushing me into a corner. But what choice did I have than to back away?

　　"No! Draven, it's probably nothing, I didn't even see a hickey..." I tried to keep a straight face, walking right past him and towards the dressing table.

　　"Unh-unh, really?" His words dripped in sarcasm, and I froze when I stared at myself in the mirror, touching the red mark that was left right where Dexter had sucked on. How the hell did I not see that this morning?!

　　"Let me guess, that's a f*****g birthmark that's been there since day one, right?" he asked, standing right behind me as I stared at the red mark, hoping, praying that it somehow disappears.

　　"I...I..."

　　"I...I, what? shreds!" He cut me off, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around to face him.

　　*Calm down, Adriana.* I've seen situations like these where the girlfriend pranks the boyfriend into thinking she got a hickey from another guy. I could pull one of those off, right? But there is just one tiny, teeny problem: he wasn't my boyfriend and well, I had no chance of getting away with a lie anyways, so think again, smartass.

　　"Adriana?!"

　　"I don't know, okay? I don't know where I got it from..." I finally said out loud, trying to yank my hand away, but he held a good grip on them.

　　"Really? So what is it then, huh?"

　　"I don't know? It's probably not even a hickey, alright?"

　　"Are you f*****g kidding me? Quit playing around with me, doll face; I know what a f*****g hickey looks like!" he snapped, his eyes growing a shade darker, but I decided to keep up my innocent little act, despite me shitting in my pants right now.

　　"I think I burned myself while I was straightening my hair today..." I mumbled out weakly, lowering my eyelashes on the ground.

　　"Straightening your hair...for f**k's sake, Adriana, your hair is already straight!" He huffed, glancing up at the ceiling and letting out a sigh in frustration. "I hardly doubt you even know what a straightener looks like," he mocked, but his serious tone remained the same, and I scoffed at his wild accusation.

　　"Excuse me, but just so you know, I know what a..."

　　"Cut the bullshit, Adriana, and tell me the truth. You're really starting to piss me off now." He took a step forward, squeezing my wrists, and I inhaled deeply before going silent.

　　"I really don't know how I got it, okay?"

　　"If you weren't on Vervain right now, I would have compelled you into telling the truth. Count yourself lucky, right now." His voice started to get more cold, and I flinched a little before boring into his eyes.

　　"Draven..."

　　"No, shut up. I gave you a chance to speak out the truth, but you wasted it. So I'll do it my way." And with that, he released his grip and turned around to leave, causing a shiver down my spine.

　　"Wait, what do you mean?"