UNDER CONSTRUCTION . CHAPTERS MAY UPDATE AS YOU READ . AFTER COMPLETION THE BOOK WILL BE MARKED COMPLETE & THIS MESSAGE WILL DISAPPEAR . - Binkya
Aaronzé, rising player, had everything any teenage boy could dream of; Money, good grades, and women...
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24. Witch
All I know is that after our little...
Shenanigan, was over with, I ended up falling asleep with Aaronzé on my chest. I had laid there playing in his hair when sleepiness struck me, and I too, was sleeping.
No dreams, no nightmares either. Just the darkness and comfort of my boyfriend's arms.
Until I felt Aaronzé start to move as if he was waking. I'm a light sleeper, so I stiffened up and opened my eyes.
"What is it Ronzé?" I mumbled. His hands moving against my skin in a clawing motion.
He continued to move, and his breathing started to become noticeably fast.
I think he's having a bad dream.
"Ronzé?" I repeat, attempting to shake him lightly, "You okay?" It didn't do anything but cause him to jolt in his sleep.
"I... don't... don't.." He started saying.
I raise an eyebrow, now I'm awake. What is he dreaming about? My hands find his shoulders as I sit up, shaking him a bit harder now.
Aaronzé's arm suddenly jumped and his body shook. He sits upright.
"It's okay!" I tell him, meeting with his eyes. They were... dark colored? I string my brows together as a slow hue fills them; glowing.
I shrieked loudly when he gripped my neck with a painful force.
"A-"
I didn't even get to scream because he crushed my windpipe, or at least it felt like that. All oxygen was cut off to my lungs and my eyes started to tear up when the fire hit the inside of my throat.
The expression of the man before me was not kind, it was angry.
His eyes—
Mine were blown wide. I struggled to speak.
"You don't control me," He said, "You... don't control me."
I tried desperately to get out of his grasp, but his nails continued digging into my flesh, I could feel the blood rushing around his fingers.
WHAT IS HE DOING?!
"A-RO-AHH-" I barely managed to get out. Dark spots started to fill my vision. I kicked my legs, thrashing underneath his grip.
At the same time, he suddenly threw himself off of me, hitting a painting on the wall and causing it to fall.
Aaronzé turns and looks at himself in the mirror on his dresser, blinking hard.
