"Bulls—,” he growled as he advanced upon me. My heart skipped a beat as I backed against the wall, my eyes widening at the sight of how ferocious and wild the man in front of me had grown. Ronaldo had been called ‘predatory’ on the field a number of times before, but never have I, in all the years I’ve known him, seen him so apoplectic. And before I knew it, I jolted in my spot pressed against the wall as he pinned me under his arms.
Letting out a noise I never knew I could make, like a squeak, I gaped up at Ronaldo’s eyes. They glistened hungrily with what I could only imagine as lust. My heart sped up, face flushing red; I could almost feel the heat radiating off from the other.
I dropped my gaze, but gasped as my chin was snatched up to tilt my head upwards so Ronaldo could lock eyes with me. Fear seeped in through my head and I strained my legs to keep from giving up on me. “Ro-” He pressed his index finger against my lips, the movement followed by my eyes, and as I looked back up to meet his eyes, a coolness had wrapped around the other, calming him down. But that didn’t stop him from pressing his body against mine; I squeaked once again as I felt his knee caress against my thigh.
But suddenly, tears sprang to my eyes. “Woah!” Ronaldo exclaimed as he slammed against the end of my bed, tears streaming down my eyes as I glowered down at him, just in time for the door to fly open. “Oh Ronaldo~” Georgina sang, but almost immediately, her face, caked with blue makeup, crumpled, her wide smile faltering as she took in the sight before her.
Within a second, Antonela was squeezing in from beside Georgina to also get a glimpse of what had stopped the Portuguese girl. Her dark eyes skimmed over Ronaldo before locking with mine, and my breath hitched. I’d never noticed her eyes to be so pretty; glossy and gorgeous.
I tore my gaze away from her puzzled expression, sniffling as I tended to my water-streaked face. Through the corner of my eyes, I glimpsed at Ronaldo frantically flinging his head back and forth between me and Georgina; hurt painted along the creases of the girl’s face as she understood the situation.
All of a sudden, anger flooded through my brain and into my muscles as they tensed, my jaw clenching. Antonela, who was reaching towards me, felt the shift of air and paused beside Georgina, who gazed longingly at the other Soccer player.
I glanced at her, and my body quivered with vigorous rage. How could he do this to us? To Georgina- to me? My fists balled up, clenching, and I caught Antonela fearfully taking in my motions. Then she raised her eyes to meet mine.
The anger steamed out of me.
“Eee!” Georgina gasped as I shoved her against the door on my way out, racing into the hallway with my mind whirling with every emotion, churned and curdled into a grey, unidentifiable feeling. My heart pounded against my ribcage, my leg muscles straining as I put full force and power into the run. Ears ringing, I heard Antonela shout something - probably to me - but I couldn’t make it out; the sound was muffled, as if she was speaking to me from long distances away. I just ran.
I ran,
and ran,
and ran,
and I didn’t even know where I was going.
But then, I stopped. I fell to my knees, feeling them scrape against the hard concrete floor. All my senses became blocked, my vision flickering from dark to hazy before I squeezed them shut, welcoming the shadowy blackness. Blood was pounding in my ears, a blaring ring aiding my headache as it seemed to claw at my scalp from the inside. I felt as if I was going insane - I wanted to rip my hair out, tear my skin off, pull my heart out to stop it from beating. It was too painful… too painful to be alive.
I wanted to go away, leave… leave here and move somewhere else, abandon the shell of my body in a pool of blood and leave… to somewhere quiet. And dark. So, so dark. So dark nobody would ever find me again, and ever disturb me again, and I could finally rest in peace.
Water was streaming down my eyes, and I realised that the ringing was gone, giving way for me to hear loud screams for help, desperate cries of misery. It didn’t take me long to figure out they were my own. Tears blurred my vision, but not enough for me to unrecognise the rough concrete roof terrace under my hands, clutching the ground, desperately trying to keep me from falling. Falling into the deep, deep darkness.
