CAN’T RUN FROM YOUR SHADOW : CHAPTERS 1 – 10
BY ANNY’S LIBRARY
Byron hates her., He loathes her
She can imagine him playing her death in the back of his mind.
Why?
She don’t know and never dared to asked
Because she have a rule: Never try to understand bullies.
They’re entitled arseholes who use their power to humiliate others
But as she stare up at Byron’s punishing eyes, her earlier thoughts shrink behind her trembling, defective heart.
He scares her
“Move!” Amelia muttered as she tried freeing herself from his grip but his hold on her waist only tightened, his dark grey eyes piercing her soul as if he’s trying to see through her
“What did you just do?” His voice is calm and quiet with a slight huskiness.
She trembles, this is the second time she’s hearing his voice and it’s sending shivers down her spine, normally, and outsider would have found it welcoming but she knows deep down that it’s one of his multiple façades
The voice the devil would use to lure his victims.
She lift up her chin, even though her hand clutching the phone trembles. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” she mutters under her breath
He slowly released her and she heaved while he extends his palm in front of her. “Give it.” his voice is low but dangerously husky
She start to bypass him but Byron sidesteps in front of her, He’s stupid tall, Stupid broad, Stupid everything!
He blocks her vision of Kim and Xander
Fúck!
But he’s not done
Byron advances into her space. He’s so close that she can make out that small beauty mole at the corner of his right eye
She instinctively step back with every stride he takes forward. Her throat dries, and she hate how she shrink in front of his attack
He’s just too damn tall and has this unreadable mask on his face. The only available image of Byron is the one he shows to the outside world. Aside from that, he’s… nothing.
A dark secret.
A deep hole.
An endless abyss
Her back hits a tree trunk, and she wince. When she attempt to walk past him, his arm shoots up and slams on the tree by the side of her head and her eyes widened
She’s imprisoned, just like the first damn day she met him
He’s still the same, he still smells of body wash and something entirely his. It’s strange how certain things never leave our memories
“Give me the fùcking phone, Pinky” he snarled and her eyes twitches, did he just refer to her as Pinky?……. fúck, did he by any chance hear that stupid Silver bitch!?
She fold her arms over her chest and jut out her chin. “No.”
“Who do you think you are, pinky?” he narrows his eyes at her
“Just a human being that refuse to be controlled by a total stranger….” She shots at him and he cocked his head backwards
“Give me the phone, don’t make me repeat myself” he snarled and she scoffed
“No..” she mimicks his tone ” don’t make me repeat myself as well” she said and he did something she never expected
His fingers wrap around her wrist that’s clutching the phone. Something in her stomach twists in a painful, strange kind of way
He reaches towards the phone, but he’s out of her stupor before he manages to snatch it.
They struggle for a few seconds. Or more like she struggle to block him. He’s like a bull going after the red cloth
“Don’t be a stubborn little brat, give me the phone” he snarled and she smiles before zipping her turle front and dips the phone inside her bra, smriking as she crossed her hands over her chest
“Opps, looks like you won’t be getting the phone after all, now shoo, go away” she said but rather he’s smiling at her and she raised an eyebrow
“You really think that would stop me from getting the phone?” He asked with a tentivly smrik and she scoffed
Byron dives straight to her shirt and pulls the zipper down, his hands lingering as he eyes stayed on her’s, she’s so shocked that she stare with parted lips without reacting. It’s not until he pulls it lower revealing a hint of her bra that she push at his chest
“W-what the hell are you doing?” she shriek
He pauses, tilting his head to the side with that manic expression. “Are you going to give me the phone?”
“N-no…..i’m not” she stutters and he shrugged his shoulders
He continues his ministrations with the zipper of her gown. Her throat closes and she feel herself about to start hyperventilating. She push him, but his hold is steel. Impenetrable, hard steel, just like his freaking last name
“S—stop!….” She yelled angrily
There’s a strange rush flowing through her veins and tightening her muscles. She have no idea how to explain it except that Byron needs to get his freaking hands off her
She push at his chest again, but he already has the the zipper down so the edge of her bra is visible. Her lips part when she realise what else is in full view.
Her surgery scar.
No, fùcking….no!
For years, she did everything in her power to make sure no one saw it. She never wore low-cut shirts. She bought one-piece swimsuits that hid her chest. She don’t even like showing it to her Aunt most times!
And now, Byron is staring at it!
No. He’s not only staring. He’s devouring it with his gaze as if it’s some sort of wonder
He stops zipping her gown but he hasn’t removed his fingers from the zipper. In fact, he zips it so the shirt is open to underneath her bra and he has a full view of the diagonal scar at the top of her left breast.
Long
Faded
Ugly
However, Byron expression is anything but pity
She didn’t expect such emotion to exist in his black soul, but she thought there would at least be a softening of his devilish heart.
She couldn’t be more wrong
His eyes were murderous before, but now he seems like he wishes he had a knife to slice her scar open and rip out her heart
Twigs crush underneath nearby footsteps.
She shake herself out of her stupor, push him away, and turn around to zip the front, her breathing shortens despite her attempts to regulate it.
Behind her, she can feel his unwanted heat near her back. One step closer and he’d be breathing down her neck — or probably chopping it off
“Dude.” Xander’s cool voice sounds from behind her. “You caught yourself a pink princess?”
He smriks a little as he faced Xander
“Actually, the pink princess is for you. She has something of yours.” Byron said and Xander curves his lips
Once her shirt is zipped— with the phone still tucked in her bra — she whirl around. Getting on her tippy toes, she peek around Xander but there’s no sign of Kim.
“Something of mine?” Xander’s gaze bounces from her to his arsehole friend.
“She recorded you” Byron blurted and Xander smriks
“I bet she’s going to try and use it against you, probably report to the school authorities and shît like that, or maybe even social media” he furthered and Amelia’s jaw dropped, he figured out all her plans
Xander bursts into laughter like he actually finds all of this funny. A cruel smirk tugs Byron’s lips as if this is some inside joke
“All right, pinky” Xander faces her, his laughter disappearing. “It’s so cute that you think you can hurt me and all. Now that you’ve had your fun, give me the video” he snarled
“The name is Amelia to you and no, shove your threats up your fùcking àss and let me go” Amelia shots back as Xander closed in on her, she’s trapped between two broad figures with no escape
Xander studies her with a raised eyebrow while Byron remains pokerfaced. If he weren’t so close, she would’ve thought he hadn’t heard me.
“The phone is in her bra.” Byron breaks the silence with a levelled tone. “You want me to get it, or will you?”
“I don’t know, you choose, captain” Xander retorted as Amelia gaze bounces between the both of them
“How about you hold her for me?” Byron’s gaze strays to her breasts. She instinctively cross her arms over her chest.
Xander doesn’t say a word. He yanks both her arms behind her back. He’s so arrogant that he locks both her wrists in one hand. Her chest pushes forward for Byron’s eyes.
Grey metal eyes
Demon eyes
This is so fúcked up in different kind of ways
And where the fúck is Kim at this crucial moment!?
She try to struggle, but Xander tightens his hold until it’s almost impossible to move, let alone fight
“What do you think you’re doing?” she hiss, voice plagued with tremors
Byron smriks
Byron’s punishing gaze meets her’s
There’s so much in there.
So much hate.
So much cruelty.
So much… evil
He doesn’t break eye contact as he rips the zipper from around her neck and she gasped loudly
“I will scream!” she yell with strain even though she know no one would hear her out here.
“We love screams,” Xander whispers in her ear. “Scream, pinky, scream all you want, we don’t mind”
Byron’s lips curve in a smirk as if he’s agreeing
We love screams?
The thought alone making her sick in the stomach
How could she not think of that option when she put herself into this situation? She should have known nothing good would come out of a confrontation with Byron and Xander. Their brand of unhinged doesn’t care about moral lines or societal standards
His hands dragged the zipper and her half of her front is exposed, she closed her eyes due to her embarrassing surgical scar, she doesn’t know why, but he just staring at it, she gulped as her eyes opened and met his cold grey ones, drilling holes into her soul as he paused, his hand still on the zipper
He’s not even reaching for the phone. No. He watches her with that poker face the more his fingers lazily trace along the curve of her breasts, stopping at her scar
This is pure assault and torture, but if she’s reacting to it strangely then what does that make her?
“Are you scared, wild one?” He suddenly asked and she titls her head, Xander’s grip on her hand tightens and she let out a loud scoff even though her insides are burning with fear
She wiggled against Xander’s hold, hating how her breasts bounce with the move. “I don’t care who you are, Byron, and you too, arsehole.” she throw over her shoulder at Xander who’s… playing on his phone? Seriously? She jut her chin at Byron. “If you do anything to me, I’ll report you for sèxual harassment and ruin your entire future.”
“That’s not the answer I needed” he said as he dragged his hands at her shallow boobs, she bucked backwards but Xander grips held her still
“What are you doing?” She breathed out and he paused with a smirk
“Is that a reaction, wild one?” He asked and she rolled her eyes, and what’s with him calling her wild one?
“Reaction my bûtt, this is pure day light harassment, and it’s not funny anyone” she breaths heavily as his hands continues to trail her sensitive skin
“Who ever said we are shooting a comedy skit” he mocked and Xander laughed
She glared daggers at him as she contemplated jabbing his groin, her knees are close enough to burst his nuts and if possible, kîll him on the spot
“Don’t you even dare, I will break your knees” he said coldly and her lips parted at the way he read her thoughts
Xander chuckles behind her
He smriks as he shoved his hand into her bra and pulled out her phone, his cold strong hand coming in contact with her skin harshly as she gasped
“Warm…..” He trails and she glared at him
“You are a sick pig” she shot and his eyes darkened, the shade of grey turning black in an instant
Before she can ponder on what she just said, he yanks her from his friend’s hold. She cry out as she collide against his hard chest. He tossed her phone and throws it behind her. To Xander of course. Then he grabs both her wrists behind her back, locking them in one bruising hand.
“I’m out of here,” Xander says in an absent-minded tone. “Don’t take long” Xander’s casual footsteps disappears and she gulped
She never thought she would want Xander to stay, but she’s ready to beg him to. He might be cruel, but he doesn’t have an empty gaze like the one Byron is watching her with
“So, you took my phone” she trails
“So?” He retorted
“So let me go.” she stare at his shirt, not wanting to meet his gaze
“That would be a no” He hissed, his fingers are back to her bra again, but instead of tracing like earlier, his thumb and forefinger latch onto her pebbled nîpple through the cloth and he pinches
A sound claws its way up her throat, but she clamp her lips shut around it. A strange heat invades her body and she hate it.
She hates the tormenting sensation
She hates him
She try to struggle, but that only pushes her half-naked boobs forward, making them bóunce in his hand
“Are you trying to put on a show for me?” He smriks
“Screw you” she cussed out
“Try again” he retorted
He pinches hard again, and pressure builds behind her eyes as she tries not to make a sound
“What do you want from me?, goddamit!” She snapped
He pinches again, and she bite her lower lip so hard that she taste blood. She’s all flushed, sweaty, and sticky. It kills her that she’s allowing him to have this effect on her
“So now you want to know what I want?” He tsks, lazily brushing his thumb on her hard nîpple.
“Just tell me” she breaths out
“What makes you think I want to tell you now? Maybe I changed my mind. Maybe I like you this way.” he taunts
This is sooooo sick
Her chest heaves up and down in an erratic rhythm. He’s not even looking at her. All his attention is on her boobs and… the scar. He doesn’t break eye contact from it like he’s a child who’s found a new favourite toy.
He watches intently with that slight furrow in his thick brows. His suffocating interest makes her feel even more exposed than when he ripped her shirt open
“I’ll do it, just tell me what you want and I will do it” she said and he paused for a moment
“Apologize” he says with a casualty that negates his blackening eyes and the torturous swipe of his thumb on her nîpple
“Apologize for what?”
“For calling me a pig” he pointed out casually
Hot fury whooshes through her veins like a fast-spreading fire.
Enough.
She’s not taking his entitled shit anymore
“You’re the one who’s supposed to apologise to me! You threatened my life yesterday for no reason and you’re now holding me against my will.” she shot angrily
“Hmm, for no reason.” He repeats with a casualty that kills her. “Is that what you think?”
Nope, she’s not doing this shit, she won’t try to understand bullies, not now, not ever
She wiggle against him, stomping her feet and groaning with pent up frustration.
“You might want to stop doing that, wild one”
“Screw. You,” she grunt, willing all her strength to get her out of his hold.
“Keep struggling, and you’ll have to take care of this.” He pushes her against his hips. Something pokes against the softness of her belly
Her eyes widened and just like that, she goes still…….like completely still
He’s…… hard?
His usual bored expression is gone. The star, perfect player is gone, too. Instead, there’s this dark spark of sadism.
He gets off on her struggle. No. Scratch that. He gets off on seeing her helpless.
The arsehole is turned on by her weakness?
Is he a full blown physco?
“You’re sick,” The words leave her mouth in a haunted whisper
“Could be” he lifts a shoulder
“Go fúck yourself and stay away from me” she gritted out with a snarle
His fingers sneak into her bra and circle a nîpple. She thought it was torturous over the cloth, but having his skin against her’s is complete hell. She can feel the pulse of his nerves — or her’s — and it’s making her hyper-aware of everything
She screw her lids shut, not wanting to feel whatever sensation that’s crawling up her spine.
His touch is bruising, uncomfortable even, but there’s a flash of something going through her that she can’t identify.
No one has ever touched her this way before, and she hate that Byron Steel is the first to invade her body
“Threatening me only makes me hard and push further, do you like that?” He asked in a nonchalant and amused tone
“Of course not, Are you crazy?” She snapped
“Then why aren’t you giving me what I want? Because the more you resist, the harder I’ll get.”
“Go fúck yourself Byron” she stare at him straight in the eye “I won’t let you break me”
It’s false bravado.
She’s scared of this monster. After what he did today, she honestly don’t know how far he’d go
However, after her mother’s death, she vowed to never apologise for something she haven’t done.
Byron fùcking Steel won’t make her go back to that helpless child she was
“Don’t put ideas in my head.” He runs the pad of his thumb over her nîpple. “It’s already crowded with so many fantasies about you.”
So many fantasies about her?
Byron has freaking fantasies about her?
“Are you going to apologize, wild one?” He taunts in a mocking smirk to put her in her place
“I’m not going to apologize because I did nothing wrong and you don’t scare me” she trails, okay, maybe she shouldn’t have added the last sentence
“I call bullshit on that, you are definitely scared of me, everyone is, why won’t you?” he snarled
“Nothing” she lifts her chin
“You’re a terrible liar, but I’ll play the game. If you won’t tell me, I’ll find out myself.”
His fingers leaves her nîpple and before she could breathe properly, his hand tails to the side of her gown lifting it up, she suck in crackling breath, his touch is the complete opposite of the devil look in his impenetrable eyes
“Are you a virgin, wild one?” The question caught her unwares as she stared at him with wide eyes, this must be madness, how dare he?, What the fúck is he jabbing about?
“No….” She cooed and his eyes darned
“No?” He sounded almost disapprovingly “Who did you give it to?, Some loser or teachers in highschool?”
“It’s none of your goddamn business” she eyed him with glares
“Did you like it when he plunged inside you?” he continues as if he didn’t hear what she just said. “Or did it hurt? I bet you were too tight, huh? Did he tear you in one go or did he take it slow? I bet the sorry fúck worshipped you like some Goddess, didn’t he?, I bet he didn’t know you have an icy heart when he was giving you foreplay and taking it easy on you. Did he get you off or did you have to fake it? Or maybe —”
“SHUT UP!” Her face burns at the crudeness of his explicit words
What type of person has so many questions on how someone lost their virginity?, That’s so sick
Worse. Why did his expression darken with every question as if he’s…pissed off?
Aiden’s hand plunges inside her gown and he slaps her thighs apart.
She cry out, her heart shrivels into a black hole. “B-Byron, what are you doing?”
“Apologize” his face remains unbothered
She couldn’t comprehend a single word he just said and he chuckled
“You also said you were going to report me for sèxual harassment” he voiced out
“W-what……?” She trails off
“Today is your lucky day I’m about to make your report come true” he snickers
“You can’t possibly be serious” she retorted as her voice cracks
“Do I look like I’m joking?” He smriks
“Byron, stop it!” She struggle against him, her heartbeat increases with every second that she can’t budge away, hating the way his name almost came out as a freaking moan
“That’s not an apology” he hums, his fingers teasing the hem of her boy shorts
Her throat closes the more his fingers invade the inner part of her thighs. The more she try to close her legs, the harder he slaps her thighs apart. Her walls crumble and she can feel herself losing and crashing to pieces by him.
“I’m sorry!” She blurted but he shakes his head
“Too late, you had your chance and you blew it, it’s my turn now” he snickers as his hands trails into her
“I just want to have a peaceful four year, just stop bothering me” she half yelled
“What makes you think I want you to have any peace, wild one?” He grips my core harshly. “You were born to suffer.” he growled
She cry out at the intrusive gesture. A zap bolts straight from where he’s gripping her to her entire body
“I already apologized” she bolted out with shaky breaths
“You don’t mean it, you seriously think that I’m going to fall for that?……. wild one?” He whispered as his hands trails over her clît through her shorts, she bites her lips as she looks at the ground
“How else do you want me to prove it to you that I mean it?” She asked even though her anger is slowly building
“Cry, and maybe I will let you go” he pushed further as his hand continued his assault
“I won’t cry” she blurted out and he pushed the tip of his index finger up through the shorts making her sqwrim.
“It’s either you cry or we can stand here all day and see how far I can take your sèxual report” he said and she tries to keep a straight face
“Tears don’t just come on demand!” She snapped, she’s way to angry right now, if crying would make him let her go then so be it
“Let me help” Still gripping her core, he uses her bound hands to push her back until her breasts thrust in his face. He glares at the scar as if it’s a person he loathes
“This should have kîlled you” His warm breath tickles against her skin and goosebumps erupt in its wake. “You should’ve died, wild one”
He’s right. That heart surgery almost killed her. But that’s not the reason behind her unshed tears. It’s the memories surrounding the surgery — or the lack thereof. The reason she hate the scar so much isn’t because of the surgery or the non-aesthetic appearance. It’s because the scar is a reminder that everything before it is blank.
All she have left are nightmares and phobias and a distant reminder that she once had a Mother
The scar represent that missing part of her
Before she can try to seal those emotions into their dark box, Byron bites on the flesh of her breast. She cry out as his teeth sink into the skin and then he sucks and bites along the scar with such animosity that leaves her breathless. And terrified. It’s like he wants to bite the skin off. Unleash those memories. The nightmares.The smoke and the flames. And the blood… so much fùcking blóod.
Tears steamed down her eyes as she cried out loudly and he chuckled against her skin in satisfaction
He frees her core and angled her chin upwards
“I will make you pay for what she did, you will pay Amelia” he snarled and with that he let’s go of her, a sudden wave of emptiness filled her as he stepped back and walked away
Tears wailed up her eyes as she covers herself, her heart racing heavily and his bite stinging her skin, she watched his retreating figure, trying to figure out what he meant by “she’ll pay ”
Inhaling deeply as she spun around and run
CAN’T RUN FROM YOUR SHADOW : CHAPTERS 1 – 10
Amelia stormed into the dorm, tears rolling out of her eyes as she brushed past everyone, her core clenched at the recent invasion, she ignores Maya calls, Mia simply paved way as Amelia walked past her as well
She opened the metal door and bumped into Kimberly, her heart suddenly burned as Kimberly stared back at her
“Amelia, where have you been?, I’ve been looking for you” Kimberly said as she tried touching Amelia but Amelia backed away from her touch
“Why is Xander hurting you?” She asked and Kimberly bites her lips
“It’s….. it’s personal” she said and Amelia eyes almost widened in shock, she immediately realized that she’s been poking into something that doesn’t concerns her
“I will be in my room” Amelia mumbles as she brushed past Kimberly and slammed her door shut
“Is that Amelia?” Roxy stepped out in a boy shorts and singlet, her messy purple hair looking scattered as she yawned
“I don’t know” Kimberly mutters as she head out of the center space and Roxy furrowed her eyebrows
“Rude…” Roxy scoffed as she knocks on Amelia’s door but got no response, she wanted to open it but decided to go and come back later as she strolled out of the room completely.
CAN’T RUN FROM YOUR SHADOW : CHAPTERS 1 – 10
Amelia’s face buried in her pillow as tears rolls down
Why does Byron acts like he knows her more than she knows herself?
“You should have died”
Those words still haunts her, nobody knows about how she almost died, even she doesn’t know what happened to her but somehow Byron knows
The previous memories of his touch clawing her throat as she breaks down completely
She can still feel his hands all over her and she hates that feeling, she hates how much he has so much effects on her, she hates him……so much
She only wanted a peaceful four year in college and nothing more but Byron stumbled into the picture and painted her beautiful dream black
He’s her nemesis, her enemy, her nightmare and she shouldn’t have crossed paths with him
She has missed two classes in two days
This is definitely not how she pictured her first year in college
CAN’T RUN FROM YOUR SHADOW : CHAPTERS 1 – 10
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