God help me, he's too beautiful.
Extra long chapter for y'all.
Movie 🎥 Fighting (2009)
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S C A R L E T T 💣
"My office now!" Vlad roared, his voice loud and commanding. He was furious. Yeah I guess he should be mad at us but did he really have to be that angry? I felt somebody shove Blaze off me before grabbing my arms and pulling me up.
My eyes couldn't detect who it was that was helping me. As soon as I was on my feet again I was shoved forwards, with an arm wrapped around me for support I forced my legs to move. I walked like my limbs didn't really belong to me, and each step was a negotiation rather than an order.
"Stay awake," the person who was helping me whispered into my ear firmly. I turned my head slightly, recognizing the tall strong figure as Damien.
"Everything hurts," I groaned, limping as he held me tightly, aiding me as we followed Vlad to his office. My head was throbbing violently, not allowing me to process any thoughts or feelings as we approached Vlad's large office.
Once we entered I fell to my knees, my legs giving away as my knees collided harshly with the tiled floor, causing my body even more pain. Damien was right by my side at the moment, allowing me to lean against his body as I struggled to keep my eyes open. All this pain was consuming me now, and there was nothing more I wanted than to pass out, but I had to stay awake for what Vlad had to say to us.
My eyes wandered around the room, lingering on Blaze's battered figure that was leaning against Jade. Her icy blue eyes burned into mine, her face contorting in anger as she stared at me. I swallowed thickly, moving my gaze to the other figure in the room. Harry. He stared back at me, his face expressionless as usual, his fingers tugging his bottom lip and lip piercing while we waited for Vlad to speak. Then my eyes snapped to Vlad, widening as I realized he was staring hard at me, contemplating on what to say. God I hope it isn't anything bad. Who am I kidding? Of course it's going to be something bad! He'll probably take Blaze's side and give me a horrible punishment.
"I thought you two settled this feud that was going on between you for a while," Vlad started calmly.
"We did," Blaze answered shortly, wiping her nose, staining the back of her hand with more blood. Jade cringed at the sight. I couldn't help but scoff at her words; I immediately regretted it when all pairs of eyes snapped to me.
"What's so funny?" Vlad questioned, making me bite my lip nervously as my blood turned to ice. "Stand up when I'm speaking to you!" he snapped, causing me to scramble to my feat immediately. Pain shot up my left leg as soon as I put pressure on it, causing me to yelp and buckle my knees once again, but Damien had already wrapped his arm around my torso, pulling me up and against him. "I asked you a question Scarlett," Vlad snarled.
"N-Nothing. Nothing's funny," I stammered with wide eyes.
"Next time, keep your mouth shut unless I'm taking to you" he told me in a firm tone. "Understood?" he cocked an eyebrow at me, as I bobbed my head quickly at his words.
"I understand," I gulped.
"Now what happened? Why the fuck were you two fighting?" he snapped all of a sudden, making me flinch as everyone averted their gazes from him.
"Scarlett was just being a bitch about me giving her a strong drink yesterday night," Blaze scowled, sending me a glare as I narrowed my eyes at her in annoyance.
"You spik-" I started to say before Vlad slammed the palm of his hand hard against his desk, the loud abrupt noise causing me to jump slightly.
"What did I just say about speaking when you're spoken to?" he snapped at me, causing me to cower behind Damien. I gulped and muttered a quiet 'sorry' to him as he sighed harshly.
"This isn't working out," he said gruffly.
"Vlad I promise you this won't happen again," Blaze protested, as I stared at her in confusion. He's not going to punish her for this he's going to punish me!
"I don't care, you're off the task. You're not going to train her anymore," he spoke to her firmly, causing her to clench her jaw and look down at the ground, accepting his words.
"But if she's not going to train me, who is?" I couldn't help but ask, and thankfully this time Vlad didn't stop me. His gaze snapped to mine, before slowly wandering around the room. I could tell he was contemplating about whether he should pick Jade, or Damien, or Harry.
I would love it if he picked Jade, I definitely wouldn't mind if he picked Damien, but if he picked Harry, I think I'd rather have Blaze punch me in the face again.
"Vlad I'll do it," Jade suggested, keeping her eyes locked on Vlad while Blaze shot her a confused glare. My heart lifted with hope as I stared at Vlad waiting for his answer. He pursed his lips in thought, pulling his wonky eyebrows low as he tapped his meaty fingers against the desk.
"No," he frowned, making my heart drop. "You'll be too soft on her," he said, making Blaze chuckle quietly before stopping as Jade sent her an annoyed glare. What's wrong with that?
"Then let Damien," Jade urged, her gaze flitting to where he was standing next to me before darting back to Vlad. "He'll be tough with her," she said, as I let my eyes close. The dull throbbing in my head had turned into a massive headache. My limbs were still sore, my nose had stopped bleeding but was still aching and my ankle was swollen and bruised. I wish he could just decide already so I could fucking go to the hospital wing.
"Harry," he said all of a sudden, causing my blood to freeze as he addressed the quiet male standing in the corner of the room. Harry's gaze met mine for a millisecond before darting back to Vlad. He came forward, standing up straight as he stared back at Vlad with no emotion. "You will train her," Vlad said, making Harry nod solemnly at his words.
"No," I groaned, shutting my eyes once again as I felt a sharp pain in the side of my head. My hands went up to clutch my hair, tugging at it slightly to make the pain go away as I clenched my teeth in pain.
"You will be trained by him and you will be living with him, end of conversation," he snapped harshly at me, making me flinch with tears springing from my eyes as I stood behind Damien. "Get them both to the hospital wing," he commanded, before sitting down on his chair behind his desk.
Damien grasped my arm gently as he guided me out of the office. I was about to start limping forwards before I felt another hand grab my other arm tightly, causing me to wince slightly.
"I'll help her," Harry spoke to Damien, gazing at him hardly while I stared at him in confusion. Damien turned his face with me with a questioning look and I shook my head.
"No, Harry," I spat, scowling at him as I tugged my arm away from his and attempted to move along faster. Now he wants to help? What the heck is wrong with him? He's so bipolar! He shot me an annoyed scowl before he moved away, trailing behind Damien and I as we made our way to the hospital wing.
"I think it's kind of weird he wants to help you," Damien whispered to me lowly, keeping his nut-brown eyes straight as I stared at him.
"And why is that?"
"He doesn't help anyone. Like literally, I heard about this time where he took some of his students on a mission and left one of them behind, just because that person got shot in the leg. He didn't allow anyone to help that person," Damien said grimly as I stared at him in shock. My eyes travelled back to Harry, who was gazing back at me with his forest green eyes, his jaw clenching as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
"That's insane," I breathed, disgusted by Harry's behavior. I couldn't say I was that shocked because I wasn't, it was expected of Harry to do such a thing.
"Yeah," Damien agreed as he raised his hand to push open the double doors leading to the hospital wing. Sullivan just happened to be walking by, halting in his tracks once he laid his dark eyes on Blaze's and mine's battered figures.
"Wow, what happened here?" he chuckled, as Blaze rolled her eyes and walked towards the nearest hospital bed. "I'll get two nurses to attend to you guys right away," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder and giving me a warm smile.
"Thank you Sullivan," I smiled softly, wincing as my split lip started to bleed again from stretching it out. Damien guided me towards the, sitting me down on it before bending down to take my boots off. My heart warmed up at his gentle actions, he was honestly so sweet and I made me extremely happy that he wasn't treating me like shit as all the other members from Valkyrie. He was several years older than me and he always acted like an older brother, watching out for me all the time. I was thankful for him.
"I'm just going to go call a nurse," he said to me, standing up. But before he could move any further I grabbed his arm, tugging him back.
"Thank you, Damien," I thanked him in a soft voice, my lips stretching into a small smile due to my cut lip. He shot me a sheepish grin before he pulled his arm from my grip and walked away. My expression fell when Harry came into my vision, that mocking smirk covering his beautiful features as he sat down on the bed next to me.
"Just to remind you, he's asexual," he snickered as I scowled hard at him, raising my hand to hit him. He caught me easily, wrapping his lanky fingers around my wrist before tugging me close until his breath was washing over my face.
"Let me go," I winced, as his grip on my wrists tightened.
"Listen to me you bitch, I'm in charge of you now, and that means you do whatever I say. If you ever disobey me I will not hesitate to-"
"To what? Hurt me?" I laughed fakely, as his expression grew impossibly dark. "You always say you'll hurt me but you never take action, you don't sca-" My words were briskly cut off when left a sharp pain across the side of my cheek, the blow causing my head to whip to the side from the impact of it. He slapped me.
"Don't you ever underestimate me Scarlett," he growled at me, as I stared up at him with wide tearful eyes, clutching my cheek as I shuffled backwards. I gasped when he pounced on me, wrapping his fingers around my neck and pinning me to the bed while he hovered above me. "I can make your life a living hell so I suggest you keep your mouth shut and do what I say," he snarled, squeezing my neck causing the tears to stream down my bruised cheeks. "Understood?" he questioned, cocking an eyebrow at me, as I frantically bobbed my head.
"Harry what the fuck!" A disembodied voice exclaimed, causing Harry to let go of my neck and move away. I shot up from the bed, my hand clasping my neck gently and rubbing the skin there as I moved away from Harry. My eyes never left his; his green irises bore into mine as I felt more tears falling down my cheeks. "Scarlett? Are you okay?" Damien blocked my vision, his big brown eyes filled with worry and concern as he touched my arm, rubbing it soothingly.
I couldn't speak; I just nodded slowly, taking deep breaths as I tried to regain my composure. What Harry just did left me over-whelmed, and with this newfound fear of him. I was positive that gentle caring side of his has completely vanished ever since this morning. He said he wouldn't hurt me when he helped me, yet he did, show how much of a disgusting liar he is. How on earth was I supposed to trust this man, my father told me to trust him out of everyone in The Organization, it seemed impossible for me.
"What the hell man?" He spun around, eyeing Harry angrily. "She's already bruised and battered, she doesn't need anymore pain," he glared at Harry, pulling his thick brows over his angry eyes.
"I was just making clear what the rules are since I'm in charge of her now," Harry said brusquely, narrowing his pale jade eyes at Damien in slight anger. He shot Damien one more glare before snapping his eyes to me, glowering at me with menacing eyes before he left.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Damien turned around to face me, his face once again holding concern and warming, which made me feel a little better.
"Yes, I just need pain meds," I smiled warmly at him, trying to forget what just happened minutes ago.
"Okay, the nurse will be coming in a few. I gotta go, I've got some private training to do. Everything will be okay, don't worry," he shot me another grin before leaving me alone. Just as he left a nurse appeared. She smiled at me kindly, setting down her tray of medical equipment before she began to examine me.
She told me my body was fine except for some minor injuries like large bruises and cuts. My nose was fine, luckily, and so were the other parts of my face, except for my eyebrow and lips, which both had a cut in them. My ankle was sprained and it would take a couple of days for it to heal properly, if I treated it correctly.
"Stay here for the rest of the day, I'll discharge you in the evening. I'll get someone to bring you some more comfortable clothes," the blonde nurse said, eyeing my skinny jeans and tank top. I simply nodded, folding my bandages hands over my stomach as I tried to make myself comfortable. My ankle was set up so it was kept elevated. I let my eyes close, feeling the pain gradually lessen due to the painkillers I received.
My eyes flew open again when the curtain was flung to the side, Harry's lanky figure moving in front of it before he swung it to the other side, shielding us from others outside. In his arms were some of my clothes, he set them on the bed and moved towards me, causing me to shuffle away from him.
"Jade forced me to bring you some clothes," he said, his tone holding no emotion and his face remaining glazed. I just nodded at him, bringing my leg down as gently as possible before swinging my feet over the side of the bed. Harry was quick to move in front of me, stopping me from getting up. "No standing up," he said, raising his hands up.
"But I need to get undressed," I mumbled, glancing at the clothes on my bed before looking down on my outfit. It'll be hard to get out of these skinny jeans without standing up. "I'm fine I can do it," I insisted, causing him to shake his head at me.
"I'll undress you," he said, moving forward to place his hands on me but I stopped him.
"W-What? No," I immediately stammered, pushing him away. My lips parted in shock when he shoved me back down, my back hitting the bed as I stared up at him with wide eyes.
"I'll undress you," he repeated in a more stern voice, waiting for my response. I listened to him, reluctantly, even though he literally slapped me and tried to choke me. I was just afraid he'd do it again.
I quietly nodded for him to proceed, my eyes locking gazes with him as his hands came down on my body. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him as he slowly pushed my t-shirt upwards, revealing the top my jeans and a strip of my bare skin. His rough fingertips brushed my skin, causing me to inhale quietly at the feeling of it. His fingers closed around the button of my jeans, popping it open before sliding the zipper down.
My teeth sunk into my bottom lip when I raised my gaze to meet Harry's, his eyes were now a dark olive shade, gazing back into my dark ones. I lifted my hips up for him to tug my jeans down my thighs. I watched him carefully as his gleaming eyes lingered around my crotch, studying the deep red lacy panties I had on. My breath got caught in my throat when his eyes snapped back to mine again, his pink tongue poked out to wet his lips, the corner of them tugging upwards in a seductive smirk. How fucking dare he after what he had done?
His eyes left mine as he continued to tug my jeans down my legs, carefully easing my injured ankle out of them before throwing them onto the bed. My heart sunk in my chest when he gestured for me to put my arms up. I thought he was going to put my shorts on before taking my top off, but I didn't want to make him angry again so I obeyed him.
I held my hand up to stop his actions, telling him silently that I was perfectly capable with taking my top off myself. My hands gripped the bottom of my tank top, before peeling off the tight material and tossing it to the side. My bra coincidentally happened to match my panties, I was aware that I was teasing him by sitting on the bed half-naked, but I didn't care. It's the least I could do since he was being so abusive and rude. My eyes widened slightly when I looked down at my stomach and noticed the large purple bruises. It's going to take a while for those to go away.
My eyes found his once again; I could feel him searching deep into my soul by the way he was staring at me. His intense gaze was making me feel extremely uncomfortable, since I was half-naked and all that. I felt heat rushing to my cheeks as his eyes slowly travelled down my body, taking in every flaw and detail. He must be comparing me to Natalie or something.
Deciding I was uneasy with being barely clothed, I grabbed the clean t-shirt he brought me, tugging it over my head and pulling it down to cover my half-bare torso. Harry snapped out of the daze he was in, reaching out to grasp the cotton shorts from on top of the bed before kneeling down once again. He eased my legs through the holes, pulling them up my thighs. He let his fingers trail over the skin the covered my legs as he moved my shorts up them, causing me to shudder and swallow thickly. I lifted my hips once again for him, his fingers curled around the two strings at the front of the shorts, twisting them around in a knot to tighten the waistband of the shorts.
He grabbed my other clothes; folding them neatly and setting them back down on the bed. I moved back to the middle of the bed, making myself comfortable as I tried to set up my ankle again but Harry stopped my actions.
"We're going back to the apartment," he said, grabbing my arms and tugging me to the edge of the bed.
"But the nurse said she'll discharge me in the evening," I said, pain evident in my tone as he gripped my forearms tightly.
"I don't care," he scoffed, before I pulled my arms from him and shoved him away.
"Well I'm not leaving," I protested firmly, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Scarlett..." he warned, sending me a dangerous glare as he reached for my arms again. But this time my hand flew up to slap him across the cheek. I tried my hardest not to regret it when he locked gazes with me, his eyes burning wildly with anger and irritation.
I gasped when he dove forward, grabbing my arms once again before his hands settled on my hips. He lifted me up, digging his shoulder into my stomach painfully causing me to yelp, as he threw me over his shoulder.
"Harry! Put me down!" I gasped, bringing my fist down on his hardback. A gasp/yelp flew out of my mouth when his hand collided with my ass, hardly. Did he just spank me? "You fucki- " I started to say before his hand struck my bum once again, causing me to yelp in pain once again.
"You need to learn to control your mouth," he grunted, shuffling around near the bed before pulling at the curtain. I hid my face in embarrassment as he carried me out of the hospital wing and through the hallways. My cheeks burned with humiliation whenever I started to swear at him again and he'd spank me, in front of all the people in the hallways, who snickered quietly.
My butt was probably red from all the blows it had received, and my stomach was aching continuously from Harry's sharp shoulder digging into it. The long walk to Harry's apartment had me bored and tired from fighting against him. I suddenly became interested with the curls at the back of his head, my fingers moved to touch them, curling one around my finger before letting it go, watching it bounce.
"Stop touching my hair," I heard him growl all of a sudden, causing me to let go immediately. My hands gripped his t-shirt as he walked the stairs of the apartment building.
"Why aren't you using the elevator?" I questioned, furrowing my brows at the ground.
"It's out of order," he replied, gripping my thighs as he continued walking up the stairs. He was kind of jogging as he did so, his bony shoulder digging painfully into my bruised stomach every time he climbed a stair. How was he still carrying me?
"Okay stop," I yelped all of a sudden, causing him to halt in his tracks. "Can you carry me a different way, you're shoulder is hurting my stoma-" I couldn't finish my sentence because he had just gripped my hips and swiftly put me down. But as soon as my feet hit the ground I fell forward, my limbs felt like jello for some reason.
"Get on my back," he instructed gruffly, turning around for me and bending his knees slightly. I placed my hands on his shoulder, and jumped, wrapping my legs around his torso as I wound my arms around his shoulder tightly. His arms moved under his knees as he continued climbing the stairs. I was impressed by his strength, he carried me on his shoulder from the hospital wing all the way to the apartment building, and he carried me on his back while climbing several flights of stairs.
He set me down on the couch, putting a pillow on the coffee table before gently grasping my ankle and lifting it up to set it down carefully on the pillow.
"Where are you going?" I quietly asked, as he made his way towards the door.
"To get your things from Blaze's," he answered shortly before he left, slamming the door shut.
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Just to make something clear, I'm not going to talk about small details like shaving, showering, shitting and pissing, and all small details like that. They obviously do it, I just don't have to talk about it. So just keep that in mind if you wonder 'don't these people ever take a dump?' 😉😂
How'd you like this chapter? I was thinking of Ben Affleck playing Sullivan.
Shit's gonna start happening now that Harry is Scarlett's mentor. Things are going to get interesting 😏
Question:
Favorite actor?
Brad Pitt for life. The man may be 50 but he'll forever have a special place in my heart 💓
I LOVE Y'ALL TO THE FRIDGE AND BACK...
Until we meet again...
~T