Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover!
Chapter 7: Trapped in a trauma

Chapter 7: Trapped in a trauma

Oliver West

YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD! His silvery deadly gaze screamed at me.

For some even more stupid reason, I hurried towards him.

"I’m s-sorry, I... does it hurt?"

He glared down at me like I was an alien, a stupid one, which stirs snickers from people around.

I gulped nervously, wondering why I had even asked. The laughter and snickering made me wish I could shrink into nothing or even disappear completely.

I tried to block out their crude words, but they still found their way inside my head.

"He’s so stupid."

"Was it intentional? Is he trying to gain Kieran Morrison’s attention?"

"A guy like him? No way! I’m sure Kieran wouldn’t spare a stupid guy like him."

"Maybe the pretty boy thinks he has a chance," someone else laughed cruelly.

"Yeah right, as if Kieran would ever look twice at a gay loser like Oliver."

"Pretty face won’t save him now. He’s about to get what he deserves."

"Bet he did it on purpose to get attention. That’s what faggots do, right?"

Their words cut deep, making my cheeks burn with shame and anger. They kept talking but my gaze only remained on Kieran.

"You!" He thunders, only to be disrupted by Amanda. She practically shoved me aside to create space for herself.

She pressed her palm against his forehead soothingly, her red lips pouty. She turned to face me, her expression disdainful.

"Baby, just ignore that idiot. I’ll help you to the nurse, alright?"

"Get the hell away from me!" He growled, shoving her away from him. She almost lost her balance but recovered at the last moment.

There were a few gasps and snickers from the students around. I watched as her cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment.

I almost felt sorry for her then, as it appeared that her supposed boyfriend didn’t care a bit about her.

Her gaze burned with hate and anger as she looked at me, like I had been the one who shoved her and not Kieran.

A gasp of pain escaped my mouth when his fist encircled my wrist in a tight grip. I looked around for any possible help as he dragged me out of the gym, but even Coach Jefferson just pretended it wasn’t happening right under his nose.

The door of the janitor’s closet pushed open and he shoved me inside.

"Kieran, what are you doing!" I yelled in alarm. My body was beginning to react. . . it was so tight, my breath came out in short pants, my palms turning sweaty. But somehow it wasn’t all that bad like some other instances.

Was it perhaps because he was here with me?

He stood so tall, easily towering over me.

We were so close. My heart was drumming loudly, threatening to break free from my chest.

The prolonged silence made my insides tighten. He was looking at me with some undecipherable expression, but whatever he planned for me, it couldn’t be good.

"Does it h-hurt? I’ll get some cream," I stuttered in a terrified, nervous tone.

His gaze on me was unnerving. My wrist hurt badly under his tight clasp.

"Kieran, you’re hurting me. I didn’t hit you intentionally... I swear."

"We both know that’s not the reason why I want to hurt you, why I’m going to hurt you, Oliver," he spoke with cold menace, making my stomach churn with dread.

I tried not to cry out when his fingers dug into my wrist painfully.

"You would never hurt me before. Just how much do you hate me?" I continued and it didn’t seem he would reply to my question. He didn’t need to. I found all my answers in his scornful gaze.

"You should never have saved me. I regret that fact as much as you do! I’m not the one who’s supposed to be alive. I’ll regret that fact all my life."

My eyes stung with unshed tears. I swiped them away with my free hand. For a moment, I thought I saw a long, sorrowful look pass across his features. It was gone so quickly, maybe I had imagined it.

"Enough with your fucking pity-fetching rambling. You want to be pathetic? Then I can make you even more wretched and pitiful, until I completely crush you!" He growled, slamming my back painfully against the closet wall.

Before I knew it, my glasses were snatched off my face. Next, I heard the cracking sound.

"What did you do!" I cried, shoving against his shoulders. He knew very well I couldn’t see much without them.

He snatched my hands roughly from his shoulders as if disgusted.

"If you can’t find your way around, you can just sleep here. I know you’ll survive somehow—you always do."

My body shuddered with alarm and fear when the door banged closed, leaving me alone in the dark room. The darkness was closing in on me.

I pounded wildly against the metallic door, the pain in my hands felt little compared to the growing dread rising inside of me.

"Kieran!"

"Kieran! Please don’t leave me here! Let me out!" I screamed frantically, sobbing and pleading at the same time. The sound of retreating footsteps completely disappeared.

I choked on a rough gasp. I couldn’t breathe. The breath was cut out like a tight fist had been wrapped around my throat.

Oh god! It was so tight.

So suffocating.

I wheezed and choked on a cough that burned my lungs.

Why was there so much smoke? My eyes burned and teared up as it clogged my senses.

I don’t want to die... I’m really going to die here...

A lone tear escaped my eyes as I curled myself into a tight ball, the coldness of the floor slowly seeping into my skin.

The door suddenly crashed open. I could only make out a blurry image.

The arms that wrapped around me were the last thing I felt before the darkness completely overtook me.