An Undiscovered World

Chapter twenty-three: Aching...

"I admire myself too," I chuckled cockily, mentally strangling myself as she pulled away from me.

I blinked, watching her roll away from me; her back facing my direction. I sighed loudly, rolling fully onto my back. I crossed my arms behind my head, staring at the ceiling. That damn silence continued. From my peripheral vision, I could see her shoulders shaking slightly. Again, my chest ached as I stayed silent; not reaching out to her, like she wanted me to. I closed my eyes, trying to block the image of tears streaming down her face out of my head; tears that I had caused to fall. I wanted to apologize to her, to bring her closer, to wipe her tears away, and to tell her I felt the same about her. I didn't. Instead, I just laid there like a cold hearted bastard. I am cold hearted... I'm a killer... I'm not supposed to feel, damn it! That was the point. I never wanted to feel a connection with another. I had learned the hard way that our emotions can betray us in an instant. Honestly, I didn't know what I wanted anymore. I... feel an attraction towards Alyx... Like if she was a magnet, and I was the metal piece. I hated her. Sudden anger flared through my veins, as my eyes narrowed on the ceiling. She did this to me. She's changing me. I clenched my jaw. I felt guilty, angry, and confused. Great... All of my worst emotions bottled up and mixed up together...

"I wish I never met you," Alyx hissed softly.

Again, my fucking chest ached upon hearing her cold tone and harsh words. I slipped a hand over my heart slowly, clutching my hoody tightly. My eyes closed as I tried breaking off the connection that we had. No use, it was still there.

"Same to you, Babydoll," I growled, my words coming out harsher than intended, "If it wasn't for this fucking prophecy, I'd leave you bleeding out without hesitation."

I clutched my hoody tighter, brutal lies spilling from my lips. I turned to face her as she sat up, glaring down at me with tears rolling down her cheek. Fuck me... I inwardly groaned.

"Do it then! Kill me!" She screamed at me; hurt dripping from her words, "I have nothing left!"

I bit my tongue, watching her leave the room. As she walked away, the more my heart thumped with regret and loss.

I'm sorry... I won't be the one for you... I can't be the one for you. You deserve better than me. You deserve better than Jeff the Killer...

Marissa's POV

     I stared at Hoody, watching him sleep soundlessly. Damn, even when he slept, he was quiet... it was to my surprise that he didn't snore. I expected him to.

"Stupid asshole..." I muttered, hesitantly dragging my fingers through his dark brunet hair, "I can't love you. I hate you. We always end up arguing."

I continued talking to his sleeping form, silently ranting. My mind flew back to the first time we met Ron. He says we're changing them... By loving them... I stared at Hoody, furrowing my brows together in frustration. It was the pure truth; we didn't get along at all. If I tried being nice to him, he'd completely ignore me or just started acting like a fucking dick.

"Stop touching me," Hoody growled, making me yank away from him.

I crawled away from him, almost falling off of his bed. We had been in his room upon his arrival; or, he has. I just snuck in while he was sleeping. I was bored as fuck. Asshole...

"I wasn't doing anything," I protested with a roll of my eyes, "Seriously, chill the fuck out."

For a few tourturous minutes, we sat in sheer silence. I twirled a few strands of my hair between my thumb and index finger.

"I hate you too," He suddenly snapped, out of nowhere, "I can't fucking stand you!"

Okay, that stung a little...

"Good!" I snarled at him, "Because... Because... Because..."

I trailed off, not able to find the words to argue with him. We fell in silence. Again. I chewed on my bottom lip, suddenly feeling hurt. From what?! I hate him! I hate him...

"Pathetic..." Hoody scoffed, glaring daggers at me, "You don't even have a real reason to hate me, correct?"

I ripped my eyes away from him, feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He's sort of right... Sure, he was an ass and a dick, but he was also protective of me. We both knew that. Secretly, I enjoyed how he pestered and bothered the shit out of me. I loved it.

"Right..." I replied quietly, playing with my hair nervously.

"You don't even know me," He stated coldly.

Okay. Now, I felt guilty. Really guilty. I glanced his way, only to lock eyes with him. Fuck! Titty shit! My stomach bubbled and swirled in anxiety.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered, unable to say anything else.

It all happened to fast. The wind was knocked out of me. My back was pressed against the corner of the wall. I was on the edge of Hoody's bed, squirming and gasping in complete utter shock. A set of hands held my waist against the wall. A pair of lips were crushing my own. It didn't take long for me to figure out what happed. I was going to leave, until he pleasantly slammed my back against his wall. What...? I wasn't a virgin. I liked it rough; and right now, Hoody was being brutal.

"Stop moving..." He growled in my ear, causing a shiver to crawl up my spine.

"You h-hate me!" I tried objecting, squirming harder, "S-Stop!"

He didn't reply, only started forcefully kissing me again. Within a few minutes, I was softly begging for him. Hoody had hit all my sweet spots on my neck with his lips; causing my body to ache for him.

"You make me so angry..." Hoody ripped my jeans away, leaving a noticible mark on my neck, "It's... So... Fascinating!"

"It's hot when you're angry!" I teased, unzipping his hoody, "A turn on."

God... He's so... So... Amazing! How can I not like him anymore?!

Heyo, Squigglies! Don't feel gipped or anything, because this chaper was originally going to be shorter than the others.. For.. Reasons... -Robby

So... Hehehe.... Prepare yourselves for a shock. -Vic