Filled rage
972 Words
I pull out my makeup applying it to my face and thinking about what I’m gonna do with my hair. U finish my makeup and grab my curler. I plug it in and put it on my vanity. I grab ahold of my lap top and scroll through my i********:. After a minute or so I glide my hand over the curler to see if it’s heated up. I close my laptop as I curl my hair and throw it into a half up half down do.
I finish up and grab my hair spray putting a good amount around my hair, I grab my shoes sliding them on. My phone goes off just as I finish applying my body spray. I glance over to it seeing an “I’m here text” pop up on my phone. I grab a little black bag and my phone and walk out of my room towards the door.
Walking down the stairs I hit the living room area where Xavier sits on his laptop. His head turns towards me as the sound of my heels hit the stairs. “We’re are u going” his eyes narrow into me as he realizes I’m dressed up. I ignore him continuing to walk past him towards the front door.
Xavier jumps up off the coach pushing his way in front my me “where are u going” he looks me up and down. I roll my eyes “ what does it matter to u where I’m going” I try to push past him as he grabs my shoulders and slam me down onto the couch. “ ur dressed up and trying to leave and I think we need to talk”
I gasp in shock as my body hits the couch and look up at him as he leans over top of me. He opens my legs and gets in between them and leans over sticking his hands above my shoulders onto the couch.
He looks into my eyes as I feel my heart start to pound and my body starts to long for his touch as sweat beads roll down my face. He looks down between us “ why are you dressed up” I look at him and gulp softly looking at him “ I was just going out”.
His right hand slings up from the couch and meet to my neck tight but not to tight. “ with who” my breath starts to lighten as his grip gets stronger and stronger. I gasp for air looking into his eyes. [he…he’s….getting pleasure out of watching me loose the air in my body]
A car horn Blair’s from the driveway. My heart drops as Xavier releases his hand and get up walking towards the window. His teeth grind as he turns towards me. I sit up slowly Coughing and gasping for air. He shakes his head as he flips a table with a glass lamp on it. It shatters as it hits the ground. The sound of the the shards spreading on the floor make me jump and cover my ears.
Xavier walks past me angry and stomping in an angry grit like a child throwing a temper tantrum.
I get up and rush towards the door quickly trying to get out of the house. I walk to Caleb’s car and get in the passenger seat. Grabbing the seatbelt and pulling it over my body to buckle it into make a clicking sound. My eyes are wide and frightened. They wonder confused at what just happened, they catch at the sight of Xavier standing in the window watching as the car pulls out.
I keep eyes contact the entire way out of the drive way. Caleb looks at me “h-hey u alright”. I stay dead in thought as I sit there quietly watching the road.[ he was so angry…..was it because of Caleb….]
We pull into the fancy restaurant as I unbuckle my self and look at Caleb. He looks me up and down as his eyes narrow around my neck. I look at him then look down at my self in my seat. “ what….are u looking at…..?” He grabbed my chin and pointed my head up looking at my neck. “Who tf did this to u”
I smile awkwardly as I pull away “it’s fine lol it was an accident” his eyes filled with rage. He looks at me then looks down gaining his composure he glances at me again. “Please tell me who did it….i won’t do anything I just wanna know” my smile disappeared as i went deep into thought remembering the way he grabbed me and the put anger he had.
I force a smile once again and open the car door. “ just forget it I swear it was just an accident….so the person doesn’t matter…”
Caleb’s eyes shift down towards the door handle as he grabs ahold of it getting out of the car.
He puts out his arm for me to grab as we walk in the front entrance. The smell of the great building hinting that the floors had recently been waxed and the food had been prepared hiding the subtle smell of floor wax. I look down at the floor as my heels click as we walk to the counter. There was a short brunette lady standing behind it with her mind concentrated on keeping a perfect smile. The lady looks at Caleb “ do u have a reservation sir” he nods “yes, under McClintock” she looks down at her computer typing.
She looks up grabbing a menu from the side compartment of the counter” follow me sir, I’ll show u to ur table.”
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