Chapter 120 BREAK UP?
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.
It felt like my heart had stopped as I stared at his phone screen with a horrified expression. All I could feel was a searing feeling of hopelessness at the sight of the video that could very well ruin my life because of the hands that controlled it.
If anyone else sees this…. I’ll be ruined.
My dad, Seraphina, Lucien… everyone will be ruined because I was too reckless.
Guilt settles in the deepest part of my stomach, as bile rises in the back of my throat. How would Dad react to this? The sight of him being disappointed did not sit well with me, and all of a sudden, the desire to get swallowed by the ground beneath my feet gripped me.
I wanted to run away and hide. My earlier bravado had vanished in thin air because of this, and honestly, I don’t think I want to provoke the drunk and high bastard with my entire life in his hands.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve watched this ever since it fell into my hands?” He drawled low beside my ear, the feel of his disgustingly warm tongue licked at the spot beneath my earlobe, making me shiver in fear, disgust, and the realisation that we were alone in here. His hands drifted beneath my school skirt slowly, adding even more to my disgust, as my lips trembled from the force of my withheld tears.
I didn’t want him to see me cry….he wouldn’t get that chance.
“Stop.” I whimpered, and anger at myself struck me, because I didn’t want to sound so pathetic in front of him, I didn’t want to sound so…weak.
“No, you’re officially mine anyway, since you’re gonna break up with Lucien, aren’t you?” He drawled again, before groaning as he buried his face into my neck.
I whimpered as the force of my withheld tears grew stronger. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“You haven’t answered my question, Sloane.” He stopped and said, his voice much lower and sounding even more dangerous. I whimpered as his grip on my arms grew tighter, to the point that I was so sure that it would draw blood. His other hand had left my inner thighs, thankfully.
“You’re hurting me.” I whimpered as his hold got even harsher, making me tremble weakly in his arms. “Kilian, it hurts!” I groaned as my legs wobbled, almost making me fall against him from the pain.
“It’s what you get for not fucking answering me.” He said, and I swear to fuck, his eyes got even darker, the smell of the alcohol and heroin grew even stronger against my face, as he pushed his face against mine.
“Killian! Ahh!” I screamed as he slammed my back against my car door, the feel of it almost bruising.
“Answer the question, Sloane.” His smile was menacing and wicked, almost like he enjoyed the sight of me like this, trembling and in pain before him. “Will you break up with him?” He said, but before I could respond, his eyes shone with something even more evil as he said, “You know what?
We can go to where he is right now, and you’ll dump him in front of the whole school, and kiss me, so everyone knows who you belong to. And then, Roxanne can finally have Lucien, and everything will be perfect again. Understood?”
He smiled expectantly, and my hands shook from the force of my anger, as I fought against the pain in my upper arms, my fear, and let my hatred for him be my fuel.
“You motherfucker.” I spat, watching as his smile fell, before it was replaced with something menacingly evil. But I didn’t let it fester in the back of my mind, as my eyes caught the sight of his right hand twitching.
He was going to hit me.
Before he could raise his hand, I rose abruptly and kicked him in the balls.
Hard.
“Ahh, you crazy bitch!” He yelled, falling to his feet with groans spewing from his lips. I quickly grabbed his phone, got into my car, and turned on the ignition before speeding off the road without caring about the fact that my tyres could have crushed him.
“Siri, call Lucien, now!” I yelled frantically as I drove. I didn’t know where the hell it was that I was going, but I knew I needed to get far fucking away from that crazy bastard.
“Hey.” His voice came in through the speakers of my car, but before he could say anything, my voice rushed out, frantic.
“Lucien, I just saw Killian!” I said, and looked at my rear mirror to be sure no one was tailing me,
“What?! Why did you speak to him without me there, Sloane? That could have been dangerous.” He said, sounding angry, but all I could think about was the fact that Killian could have made copies of the video for fucks sake.
“Lucien, he has the video!” I rushed out, my heart pounding as my mouth became suddenly dry. All I could feel was fear and panic, an all-consuming sense of it.
“What video?” He said, sounding confused.
“The video we made that night at the spot,” I said, still sounding frantic as my eyes darted from the road to all the mirrors in the car to be sure I wasn’t being tailed.
“What? There’s no way.” He said, and I jerked too quickly, making my sore arms brush against the car seat. I winced immediately at the pain, but tried to conceal it so Lucien wouldn’t notice.
“What was that, Sloane? Are you in pain?” He asked. Of course, he would fucking notice. “Did that bastard do anything to you?!”
“No,” I said, lying through my teeth. Because honestly, all I wanted us to do was find a solution to this problem first, before we would get back at Killian.
My eyes darted to the mirrors again at the thought of his name in my mind. The video was still playing on his phone, but with the volume muted.
“I clearly heard you wince, Sloane.” Lucien said, pausing my train of thought.”
“I’m alright,” I said, adamant. “Where are you, Lucien?” I asked because, honestly, I didn’t want to be alone for some time.
“I’ll send the location to you now.” He said, and my phone pinged at the sound of a notification.
“I’ll fill you in when I get there,” I said, my grip on the wheel tight as I tried to ground myself. My heart still pounded with fear, but I knew one thing;
Killian would pay for all this, even if I have to become fucking black widow for it.