TMUW 89: Ask Me

“Miss me?” he asked, which made me stop.

That familiar voice seemed to jolt my drunken senses awake.

I took a deep breath before looking at him. It was Haze. He was smiling at me and appeared to be waiting patiently for me to see him.

I scanned around, trying to find someone to ask for help, but there was no one. Lucas was gone as well. My heart pounded hard as I looked at him.

The grin on his face was terrifying. He held a cigarette in one hand and a gun in the other.

“Dare to shout, Aurora. I swear, that will be your last word,” he threatened.

“Haze,” I said, almost stuttering with fear.

He shook his head. “How soft my name sounds when it’s you who says it.”

My head was forced to follow him as he yanked my hair. I could see a mix of emotions in his eyes—rage, anger, pleasure, and more that I couldn’t name.

If you looked at him now, Haze was far more frightening than before. He was much skinnier, and the dark circles under his eyes were more pronounced. If I didn’t know him