Hurt

EMILY

"Babe, what's wrong?" He asks, grabbing my waist and forcing me to get closer to him. My fisted hands collide with his chest as I try to avoid his gaze. 

An intense rage of anger is building up inside me as I recall how he had left me to die. The raw hate in his eyes at that moment is being clouded right now with fake, charming smiles. 

Smiles that always made my heart flutter and made me swoon over him shamelessly. Well, not anymore. Because now, I know him for who he truly is and I'll never be deceived by his fake smiles again. No matter how real he tries to make them look. 

"Babe, tell me. What's the problem?" He asks in a husky voice, as he kisses my neck. "You're not upset that I came in through the balcony door, right?"

I ignore him, struggling slightly to release myself from his hold. I hate how close I am to him and the stench of his cologne.

I can't believe I used to find it sweet and savory to inhale. Right now, it smells funky and I just wanna be away from him. 

"Don't get upset, babe. Please. You know why I come in through the balcony. Your parents are impossible. They think I'm a bad influence and they'll burn me alive if they see me here. They are born savages." He laughs, nuzzling his face in my hair. 

I used to join him in his silly jokes about my parents but right now, I find it insulting and annoying. He has no right to call my parents 'savages'. 

The fact that they, — especially Mother— never liked us together has always been because they saw him for who he truly is. A two-faced idiot. But I never saw that.

I just thought they were being overly protective and I almost hated them for it and would always sneak out of the house with him and make dirty jokes about them with him. 

But now, I know they were just genuinely looking out for me and I love them more for that. Dorian is bad news. I just began seeing that clearly now.

"I'm not upset," I say with a stiff chuckle, bottling up my anger. I feel like smacking his face, but that won't be wise. Still, I try to get away from his grip. The proximity is killing me.

"Then why do you seem uncomfortable right now?" He asks, looking at me with those dark, sexy eyes that hold nothing but lies. "I missed you, babe. Why does it feel like you didn't?" He pouts, faking a sad face.

He's trying to guilt-trip me. He does it so easily. Other times, I would have felt guilty because of his sad face and I'd immediately start gushing about how I missed him. And it'll inflate his ego and he'll be back to smiling again. But right now, I can't do that. 

A lot of mean words are lingering on the tip of my tongue and I might just say them if I engage in a long monologue.

"Of course, I kissed you." That's all I can manage to say. He looks disappointed by my terse reply, but he quickly clouds it with another flirtatious smile. 

"Let me show you how much I missed you." He leads us to the bed and throws me on it. He takes off his shirt and joins me, not wasting any second before he starts fumbling with my dress.

He slides it up to my waist region, kissing my cleavage all the while. Again, he's not even bothered to use a condom. He never does. 

He always preferred it raw. But forces me to take pills that'll keep me from getting pregnant.

Taking out his cock, he rubs it with his hands, eager to shove into my pussy. 

I'm inarguably in the mood. I mean, Dorian may be a jerk but he works magic with his hands and can easily get any girl wet and yearning for him.

Drenched in my panties, I wanna do this with him. Just like any normal girl, I wanna have him fuck me. Hard and fast. Just like he does best. 

But then again, I recall everything and it gives me the courage to push him off me and get down from the bed. 

He looks astonished and irritated. "What the hell is this, Emily? What are you acting up for?" He gets down too, coming to grab me but I evade his touch. 

"Let's break up, Dorian. Let's end this." I say firmly to his face, without batting my lashes. I should have done this a long time ago. But I let him fool me to my death. If I hadn't gotten a second chance then I would have been gone forever. 

"That's a joke, right? You're pulling my legs." He chuckles, grabbing me again. "Stop it, babe. You know I'll die if you leave me. Don't do this. Don't leave me hanging like this. Let me fuck you. It's been a while."

"I'm serious, Dorian!" Pushing him away with a snap makes him realize the seriousness of the situation. 

His face hardens and his teeth grit in anger. "What the fuck are you saying? Why would you wanna break up with me? Did your parents force you to do this?"

"No, they didn't! And this better be the last time you'll mention my parents again. Keep them out of your mouth. I'm warning you."

"Whoa, Emily. What the fuck? What's wrong? What did I do? Why are you acting like this?" His hands hover around me, seizing me, forcefully. Nuzzling my hair, my face. He's all over me, not giving me a chance to breathe.

Can't believe I used to love it when he suffocates me like this. He's one hell of a handsy guy who never takes no for an answer and always wants to get his way. 

How the fuck did it take death to make me realize how toxic of a guy he really is? Why did I used to see him as romantic? Why was I so daft?

"Let me go, Dorian!" I yell crazily, and he releases his grip. 

His eyes are fierce. But somehow, he takes a deep breath and tries speaking calmly.

"Why are you doing this, Emily? Why are you ruining what we have?"

"Because I'll be getting married to the Alpha of Red Creed Pack. So I need to end what we have." You fucking cheat!

"What?! You can't be serious!" He steps closer again, but I quickly back away. 

"Get out, Dorian. Now." The rage piling up inside me right now is enough to clobber him to death but that will be a messy revenge. And I don't want it to be messy.

I want my revenge to be clean. As clean and painful as my death had been. 

"I'm not leaving, Emily. Not until we talk this out. Why the hell do you wanna leave me for that Alpha guy? You don't even know him!"

And I don't know you either! I thought I did, not until you left me to die in cold blood. Surely, marrying a strange Alpha is better than fucking a known enemy.

"Just get out, Dorian. If you don't leave now, I'll scream harder and my parents will rush in. And you know how messy that'll get." I say for the last time, pointing at the balcony door where he came in from.

"This isn't over, Emily. You and I, we'll talk at the party. Tonight." He seethes and leaves through that door.

Fuck you, jerk! Over and over again! I cuss, every bit riled up. 

'He's such a loser. A fucking loser.' I tell myself like a mantra, but still, tears roll down my eyes. Because no matter how firm I'm trying to be, I can't deny that it hurts.

Knowing he's just a fake hurts, like being jabbed by a dagger. It fucking hurts.