The red strings (FrUK)

Chapter twenty seven

"Wait!" I said, pulling away, confused. He is being too rough. He looked at me once more and placed his face at the crook of my neck, breathing in as if taking in my scent. "What are you doing?" I tried asking him as I started moving a bit. I felt a slight sting that turned into pain. "That hurts!" I cried, trying to push him away from biting down on my neck. He moved back, seeing me hold onto my neck in a very nervous manner. "What is wrong with you?" I asked, getting angry. However, his mood did not shift. It was like he was a different person. He seemed to be wicked and full of lust. Francis came closer to me, grabbing my wrist very hard and rough, pinning them down against the wall. "Arthur..." I heard him whisper as he started to kiss me again. I moved my face out of his kiss to get some air as he started to soon bite down on my neck again. "Francis, stop," I said, scared, feeling the pain sting my neck.

He placed one of his legs between mine, lifting me up a bit, rubbing against me roughly, as if trying to.... my thoughts trailed off seeing how rough he was getting; this was not him. Francis started to separate from me, and I saw something on his lips. "Francis?" I asked, horrified to see blood fall down his mouth as if he were a predator about to eat his prey. I placed my hand on my neck and looked at it. It was my blood. He bit me hard enough to cause a cut on my neck. He looked at my hand horrified. "Arthur..." he started, as if snapping out of it. However, he could not finish. I looked at his face he looked sickened with himself.

"Hey, it is fine" I tried to come closer, but he backed up. He lifted a finger up to my cheek and wiped something off. I had started to tear up a bit, and he noticed. "I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me," he apologized, scared. "It is fine-." I tried to come closer once more. "No, don't," he said, opening the door and leaving. I looked around, confused as to what had happened. "What?" I said, feeling my shirt get wet from the blood dripping from the cut. I rushed to the kitchen to grab a towel.

"Wow, I was not expecting that. Actually, I lied; I was a little bit" I heard a laugh from behind me. I turned and saw the lady. "You did that, didn't you?" I pointed to her, angry. "Why would you do that?" I asked, holding the towel against my bloodied neck. "Jealousy at its finest is the most entertaining thing anyone could watch," she laughed, pushing hair out of my face. "You should really get that looked at," she laughed, pointing to my neck. "How could you do this? To Francis at that!! He did not do anything for you to use him like that for your sick entertainment!!" I yelled, taking the towel off. "You are as innocent as him, yet I am still doing it. He is not special. Do not worry, though, and it was a one-time thing," she added, wiping off some of my blood.

"I will mention that he is probably afraid to touch you now. I guess that could be a problem....for you," she laughed an evil laugh. That is why she did it. To slow my progress down. "You are afraid of losing, so you had to interfere?" I laughed at her pathetically. "I can do what I want, and now then, you now have about three days and a couple of hours maybe. Get to it," she laughed before snapping her fingers. Disappearing.

I was so pissed that I punched the wall beside me, hurting my knuckles. "Damn it!" I yelled in pain. I quickly took out my phone to call Alfred to tell Kiku and him what had happened. I sent a picture of the mark Francis left, and they were horrified at the sight. I am sure Francis was feeling worse about it. We all agreed to talk to each other more tomorrow. So we can figure out what to do next. That night I tried to text Francis, but he did not respond to anything. Even my calls.

After trying for some time, I finally gave up. "This is bad," I said to myself, patching up my cut. My neck was bruised severely. I hoped that the cut would not leave a mark or scar. I looked into the mirror, caressing the bandage that covered my injured skin. I have to make sure no one sees this bandage. I guess I will have to wear a collared shirt till it heals. I could not sleep thinking about what had happened. What if the lady lied and she does something like that again? To interfere and cause someone else to get hurt.

I stood up from my bed and quickly got dressed. I have no idea where I am going, but I know I need to go somewhere. 

After walking for some time, I arrived in front of Francis's house. I stared at the door for some time, trying to bring myself to knock on it. There was a part of me that was a little scared to knock. I had no idea why. I placed my hand on my injured neck and held it softly. Could it be that he actually scared me ..... that I am scared now? No!!! It was not his fault. That stupid witch was taking advantage of his emotions.

I looked back at his front door and started to walk home. I am so stupid for coming. He would not have answered me anyway. I turned back, looking at his house sadly. "I screwed up now," I said, starting to feel tears fall down my face. How could this have happened?

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