Encounter with him

His hand went under my head and clasped my hair tightly. His grip was so tight that, it felt like my hair gonna come out from my scalp.

"Aaah!.... l-leave my hair."

"Listen to me and listen carefully. I swore that day, that I'm gonna make you suffer every moment and every second. This is just a warning. Leave this school, leave this place and stop searching for him. You will not get anything. Stay away from here... Stay away from me and you'll go home with an intact body. "

"No I won't. I won't give up until I find him. Until I prove you wrong. I am not going anywhere!"

"Aaaaaaah!..." A scream escaped from my mouth as the pain was too much for me to bear.

"Okay, if you wanna stay then stay. Don't blame me when I'll send your corpse in New York."

My eyes widened at his word. "He knew my mom was going to New York."

He read my mind easily . His smirk told me that he knew what I was thinking.

He let his head fall over my shoulder. He lifted my head a bit so that he could whisper in my ear.

"I have everything planed for you." His dark whisper held a bigger meaning. Something I couldn't imagine....Something that will destroy me for sure.

"What are you gonna do to me?"

A cruel smile rose on his face,

"You'll see."

My bag, it was underneath me. I unconsciously, let my weight fall on it . My heart again started to pace up. Sweat stared to coat my forehead. My breath hitched at the thought.

"This can't happen, this can't happen." These words chanted like a spell in my mind.

He raised his head to look at me.

His piercing gaze, knocked me off for a moment. The way, his bluish pools looked at me, told me that, he was planning something unpleasant. Something glinted in those orbs and suddenly, he let go of my hand and and hair and got up from my body. He took some steps away from me and looked on the ceiling. He ran his hands over the messy, spiky hair and fished his hands in his pocket.

"I feel pity for you. I feel pity for what gonna happen to you. I feel pity for what I'm gonna do to you. Such a unlucky girl you are." He looked at me for a moment.

"Be prepared, Winston." With that he walked out of the room, leaving me alone in the room.

His every word stabbed me like a knife. His every word told me that how helpless I was. But I was the wrong person, suffering for a thing that I had never done.

I slowly rose up from the floor. My body was burning in pain. He was a skilled fighter. Just a few minutes with him and I'm battered on the floor. For him, it was like taking breath without your realization. For me, every moment was devastating. When I came out of the room, I ran directly to the washroom. The class started a long time ago so it will be a waste of time if I go there now.

There was nobody in the washroom so it was a relief for me. I stood there for a few more minutes. At first I looked at my wrist. It had become red from the pressure. It was awkwardly bend. As I slowly placed my uninjured hand over the injured one, I straightened it in a fast motion. My defense instructor taught me how to locate a dislocated bone. But still, it hurts like shit.

I slowly massaged my hand, hoping that, the pain would go away. A bit of relief washed over my body when I soaked by hand in the cold water. The next thing I did is, I turned back, so that my back was facing the mirror. Lifting my sport shirt, I looked at my back.

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