Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover!
Chapter 15: Crushing Confrontation

Chapter 15: Crushing Confrontation

Chapter FIFTEEN

**Kieran Morrison**

I found him skipping out of the teacher’s office, humming loudly as though he just won a lottery ticket.

He hadn’t noticed me yet, I watched as he scanned his gaze around, appearing to be searching for someone.

It would no doubt be that blondie, I thought bitterly. William.

The jealousy that ripped through me was unexpected and unwelcome. I hated how Oliver’s eyes lit up whenever he spotted his precious best friend. Hated how he smiled at William in ways he used to smile at me. Hated how easily he’d replaced me with someone who didn’t even know the real him.

Someone who didn’t know what he was capable of.

I knew perfectly well that the blondie was his only friend in this whole school, and I couldn’t deny that it had everything to do with me. Most people stayed away from him simply because they knew I hated him, they just didn’t want to get on my bad side. Fucking smart of them, I would say.

Except that William. The closer he stayed to Oliver, the more my nerves felt grated.

And watching him search for William with that desperate, hopeful expression made something dark and possessive twist in my chest. Like he was mine to hurt, mine to control, and no one else had the right to comfort him afterward.

He spotted me in that instant. His gaze widened almost dramatically, he gulped and visibly turned pale before my eyes. I knew he was contemplating whether he should stay or make a run for it.

His gaze settled on the paper in my hand and his eyes went wide with pure terror, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow and I could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest even from the small distance between us.

If he turned any whiter, he would surely pass out. I didn’t want that, not twice in the same week.

Then he bolted.

Wrong choice Ollie

Like a frightened rabbit, he spun around and ran. His footsteps echoed frantically down the hallway, his bag bouncing against his back as he desperately tried to escape me.

But he was small, and I was faster.

He barely made it five steps before I caught up to him. My hand shot out, fingers wrapping around his wrist and yanking him backward so hard he stumbled against my chest.

"Going somewhere?" I growled, my grip tightening as he tried to pull away.

His chest was heaving, eyes darting around wildly like a trapped animal looking for any possible escape route. The fear radiating off him was intoxicating.

Too exciting.

My grip on his arm kept him from escaping, which was exactly what he had been trying to do.

I dragged him to an empty classroom, slamming the door closed behind us.

Now he was trapped.

Completely at my disposal.

"W-what do you think you are d-doing? I want to go h-home," His voice came out in a fearful squeak.

A cruel smirk formed on my lips. He was scared, isolated, and exactly where I wanted him. With me. Paying for his sins.

"Not until I’m done with you," I spat.

Almost instantly his gaze brimmed with tears which dropped down to his chin.

Such a crybaby!

Doesn’t his eyes ever get dehydrated? Is this what William sees? Providing this pathetic creature comfort.

More tears trickled down his cheeks as I shoved him against the wall behind us, both my arms beside his head kept him caged.

"Kieran... let me g-go," he probably tried to tell me firmly, but he managed to sound like a scared little rabbit.

"You missed something... You didn’t add the magic words, Ollie," I taunted, making a grip on his chin. "Stop crying!" I hissed " You are a man for fuck’s sake!"

His gaze widened a fraction as I inched my face closer to study those frightful green eyes.

"P-please, I just want t-to go home," he spoke, this time shoving against my chest in a failed attempt to break free.

I would have sympathized with him if I still had any humanity left in me.

Without letting go of his chin, I shoved the torn portrait right into his face and he flinched.

"For a start, would you fucking explain the meaning of this?" My gaze followed the way his lips trembled before he pressed them together firmly.

"I d-didn’t mean to," he whispered.

"You didn’t mean to? Are you talking about tearing it up or painting a portrait of me?"

He struggled for words, his gaze looked as though he was contemplating whether or not to tell me.

"I fucking asked you something!" I grounded out impatiently.

"He said t-to draw something you desire most, s-so I... I unconsciously wanted to make a picture of when we were still kids, of you and Ginny... I really miss those times, Kieran!" he cried, this time a tear escaping down his chin.

My throat worked tight, acid burned through my stomach, I couldn’t breathe as some flashbacks of how we used to be replayed in my head.

He had been my first friend, but that was before everything went to hell. Before he destroyed everything that mattered to me.

I stared at his tearful gaze and the way his teeth clenched on his pink lips as he tried to bite back a sob.

Why didn’t he at least try to fight? Not that it would help, but all he always did was cry. Did he think we were still kids?

Again the acid made my stomach churn. I flinched back when he reached one of his palms to cup my cheek. My gaze followed his movements as he stroked my chin.

What was he trying to do?

My heart was thundering loud against my ears as unfamiliar emotions swept through me.

"I’m really sorry, Kieran... I’m sorry to you, I’m sorry to us. It was me who screwed up everything, and I can’t even change that mistake, but if I could go back to the past, I’d choose to die first," he whispered brokenly.

I stared at him in confusion and mixed emotions as he hugged me, sobbing heavily against my chest.

I didn’t push him away. I didn’t hug him either. I just stood there as confused as fuck.

What the hell!

To gain your sympathy... It’s all fake... Don’t tell me you can’t see through his manipulation! My subconscious roared at me.

It sent renewed hate and anger for him ripping through my veins. I tore him away from me roughly. He even had the nerve to look hurt.

"Get away from me, faggot! Don’t fucking ever touch me!" I seethed, making a harsh grab on his hair. He cried aloud in pain. This was the farthest I’d ever gone with him physically, but I had to make sure he understood.

"Do you understand what I just said, Oliver!" Tears stung from his eyes but he still managed a nod.

I didn’t let go of my painful grip on his hair.

"Use your fucking words! I want to hear that sweet voice of yours," I snapped.

"Y-yes, I understand," he whimpered.

My cell phone rang at that moment. I let him go and took a step backward.

A scowl settled on my face as I declined the call, and at the same time the door flew open.

It was that best friend of his. William hurried inside to meet both of us.

"What are you doing to him! Let him go!" he screamed while glaring daggers at me.

Great. Here comes his superhero

I turned toward Oliver, my grip tightening painfully around his wrist, the danger and warning lacing my tone.

"Get rid of your little boyfriend, Oliver," I spoke loudly enough for both of them to hear, my voice tight with menace.

"He’s not my boyfriend!" Oliver’s voice cracked , seeming surprised.

"You jerk! I demand you let him go now! I’m not scared of you!" William’s voice was beginning to irritate my ears.

I spun around, my gaze coldly regarding him.

"Then you should be, and stay away from our business! This is between me and him, isn’t that right, Ollie?"

The moment the taunt escaped my mouth, I felt his body quiver.

Like a good boy, he did exactly as I told him.

"William, p-please just go. It will be fine," he spoke wide-eyed, probably thinking I was going to hurt his little friend. Well, he wouldn’t be all that wrong.

When it came to us, I hated any kind of interference. It would be so easy to get rid of anyone who tried to help him against me.

"No, Oliver! I’m not going anywhere, and you’re coming with me this instant!" William’s hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight with anger. I could see the rage building in his eyes as he took a step toward me.

"You think you can just push him around because you’re bigger? I’m sick of watching you hurt him!" William’s voice was shaking with fury, his whole body tensing like he was about to launch himself at me.

But Oliver moved faster than I expected. He pushed himself between us, his small hands pressing against William’s chest.

Good boy.

"William, stop! Please, just go!" His voice was desperate, panicked. "Don’t make this worse!"

"I’m not leaving you with this psycho!" William tried to push past Oliver, his protective instincts seeming to override any sense of his self-preservation.

Why is he so protective of what’s mine?

"Go away! I don’t need your help!" Oliver shoved harder against William’s chest, tears streaming down his face. "Please, just leave me alone!"

The hurt that flashed across William’s face was almost satisfying to watch. His best friend - the one person who cared about him - was pushing him away.

Oliver’s fear of me would always be greater than his relationship with this wimp.

"Fine! Then handle it yourself! Keep being a coward and you’re letting him win" William’s voice cracked with pain and frustration as he glared at both of us before leaving, slamming the door forcefully closed behind him.

I could tell his feelings had been badly hurt. Good. Stay away from my darling victim from now on.

"H-he is gone, d-don’t hurt him, Kieran," Oliver turns back to me, I studied his features from his flushed wet face, sad gaze that looked like a puppy that just got abandoned by its owner.

"Then keep him away, don’t give me a reason to. Be a good boy Ollie."