CHAPTER532
Arrick moves in a flash, I don’t see it or manage to get my head around what happens, just that I am let loose and he’s on the other side of me in the blink of an eye. My hand released and has the guy by the throat pushing him backwards into a pillar at speed and looking pretty much like he’s going to rip his head off. He is in fight mode, body poised to take on an opponent and has the death grip of a terminator going on.
“Don’t ever fucking touch her. Ever! No one ever gets to touch her.” He snarls, terrifyingly cold, sinister even. He looks scarily dangerous, and even I don’t know how to react to this version of him; the guy doesn’t know how to react either and seems to go limp as Natasha turns into a screaming banshee and hurts my head with her instant wailing.
“Stop it! Stop it! Let him go.” She grabs Arry’s arm and starts hauling at him, sobbing as Arrick drops him back on his own feet and tries to shrug her off. Eyes still piercing the other man’s sheepish face as he recoils from the terrifying, crazy guy with an insanely strong arm. My temper explodes in my chest as she starts hauling him towards her, trying to get him to cuddle her, pulling his arms and body to her in a bid to get him away from the other male, and sobbing against him pathetically. Miranda starts fussing over the guy and glaring icily at Arrick.
“Nice Arrick, fucking well mature. Love how your little girl makes you behave.” Miranda throws his way, hauling the man off to one side to get away, still staring over and muttering viciously. She ushers his shell-shocked face to one side and gives us distance.
“She’s poison to you. She’s toxic, Arrick. Don’t you see how much you’re changing? She has you blind to it; come back to me. I still love you and I can forgive all of this if you come back to me. We can make this work again. I know you still love me too.” Natasha is wrapping herself around him, riling me to fever pitch rage that my jealous insane side cannot handle. I can’t take it anymore. What was numb shock at the fast reflex of his maneuver, is now raging fire as I literally haul her off him by the hair and drag her backwards hard, literally flying to claw her head off.
“Stop touching him, he’s not yours anymore.” I yell at her, pulling her so fast she stumbles backwards into me and I resort to shoving her away hard. Arry grabs hold of me quickly, disentangling me from her and leaving me with a handful of curly brown hair as she screams, hauling me to him to calm the violent outburst.
I want to pound her into the floor with the amount of jealous rage coursing through me. It feels like I have literally snapped and every ounce of hurt, heartbreak and insecurity that has built in me for weeks, is pouring out in one massive black release of psychotic behavior.
Inside, deep down, that inner fury child who never quite learned how to control the hell cat inside of her, lets loose. I try and rip at her, claw and squirm, kicking out in a bid to vent every ounce of rage and hatred at the one thing who has been fucking my head for weeks. I hate her so much I can taste it. Consumed by some inner demon that only sees red and rage and a longing to smash her face in.
Arrick starts grappling with my body, trying to catch the limbs that break free and lash out at her, bucking and fighting him harder than I have ever fought anyone in my life.
“Sophie calm the fuck down. Natasha, NO, I DON’T!!!…Go home! Everyone go the fuck away and let me take my girlfriend home.” Arry’s trying to haul my fighting body with him, struggling to hold me, breathing heavily in my ear as he tries to lift me from my feet and restrain me. I kick and lash out to reach her, but she keeps sneering at me and making me a thousand times more murderous.
“This is what you want? Some crazy uncontrollable brat, who makes you act the same? …. Really excellent choice huh? Good luck with having a normal life with her. You really downgraded from me, and your life is always going to be like this if you stay with her.” She’s lost the air of vulnerability, and it’s all becoming clear now; the way she can switch it on and off like a tap. She is manipulative and I am only just seeing it. Years of pulling the wool over his eyes, getting in his head.
I lash out again, trying so hard to kick at her face, almost getting my leg that high, and heels missing her skull by a fraction, but Arrick literally wraps his arms around my shoulders, pinning my arms down and lifts me to the side away from her.
He’s really struggling to control me and sending me off the charts with restraining me. It’s one thing I have never been able to handle, as I fight him and wriggle, getting more and more panicked that I can’t get loose from his tight hold on my upper body. I turn my efforts on fighting him instead, all rage directed his way. Freaking out at having my arms pinned down, anxiety and black rage consuming me to get free.
“I made my choice, now let me live with it. Just go away.” Arrick yells at her and her face crumbles, tears pouring down her cheeks, but he no longer cares; he’s too busy trying to reign me in while making me worse. He swears under his breath as I buck and twist, throw myself into him so that he’s knocked back a step, but still doesn’t let me go. Ignores my cursing and shouting at him.
“Let me fucking go!” I scream, using my legs to try and push against his, in a bid to hurt him enough to let my arms loose, so I can stop.
He grips tighter, almost disabling my ability to breathe and starts maneuvering me to the main doors.
“Sophie, fucking stop it.” He jerks me hard, shuddering my mouth to snap shut and I bite my own lip, flinching as pain shoots through my face. It stuns me into a moment of submission that sees him let me go, and I realize there’s a few feet between us all now, and Miranda starts waving and clapping her hands in sarcasm from far behind. I turn on him, slap him in the chest, shove and hit at him in shocked frustration, as he bats me off, and gets pissed as hell at me for the backlash.
“Take her home to bed, like a good big brother, help tuck her into her little cot. Hellish little fucking psycho.” Miranda calls out and attracts all my venom away from his defensive maneuvers instead. I pull off my shoe in a bid to throw it at her face, but Arrick grabs it and my wrist, twisting it out of my hand and yanking me with him, taking it from me.
“Go fuck yourself.” I scream at her, and him. I don’t even know anymore. Blinded by my inner thoughts and feelings, tears are once again pouring down my face and I have no idea when they even started. Chest caving in, heart aching so much I think I may die. I’m a sobbing mess of sniffing and tears and a torrent of verbal curse words.
“For fucks sake. Will you quit it!” He hauls me after him, less than gently and ignores my tugging and twisting of his hand to get free. He’s hauling me by one arm, like a kid taking an epic freak out.
“Let me go.” I scream at him, tugging at his harsh biting grip on my wrist, seeing my skin turn red at where he is holding me, and digging my fingernails under his to claw loose.
“Let me fucking go.” I try to hop while I reach for my other shoe as a weapon, but he disables that too, taking it from me as soon as I get it in my hand and holds both by the heels away from me, still pulling me along as I dig bare feet into the ground to try and stop him. Both my hands held in one of his, as he literally drags me with him and doesn’t even falter. I hate him with so much venom in this moment, I don’t want to be with him. I want him to let me go, to leave me alone.
Stop fucking touching me."
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