RAY

Chp 12. I hate Christ.

POV:

Ray Mellan

I slapped him.

I slapped Christ, I can't believe it's him. How can he disrespect me?

"I am not your f*****g w***e, you jerk, so back off," I shouted, with a lot of disgust and hate. I feel confident and strong and powerful, and am proud to take up a stand for myself.

I'm not that pushy little girl anymore, moron.

He looks angry, very angry.

Within a flash of seconds, His hands reach out and he pulls me against his body, his smell invades my nose and I have the urge to gag. I tried my best to push his chest, however, my body goes numb the minute his unwanted lips press against mine.

My head grows foggy and my eyes gloss over with tears. 

I feel nothing.

This shouldn't have happened, again.

It happened so fast, that within seconds my confidences crept down into the trash.

I hated being this way, so vulnerable, and helpless. 

Suddenly he has ripped apart off me, I felt disgusted. I squeezed my eyes shut. My hands tremble and I refuse to look up. Tears flowed down my eyes, I was terrified and desperately wanted to run outside, but my feet were planted to the floor, I couldn't move.

"Ray." He breathed out. 

"Look at me." 

I lifted my head and met his darker, intense hazel eyes. His eyes were soft and warm. He took my hand into his, and warmly lead the way out of the cafe. 

I was so stunned with the incident that happened earlier, that I didn't protest, and let him lead my way out.

All this time, thinking about what a fool I was, to have a crush on that monster, Christ who has zero respect for anyone. I'm mad at myself for liking him, I couldn't see through his false facade of smile that within he is nothing but an insecure selfish prick. I hate him.

I hate Christ.  

I'm not going to s**t back and cry over this, I'm going to take revenge.

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