Lyra cross

I froze, suddenly my entire body felt limp, I was gasping for air, I couldn't breath....my eyes were pinned to one place, unable to think straight, my heart was hammering like war drums in my ear.

He is here.....

"Run Lyra, Run he is going to hurt you" the voice shouted in my head, "Run" it shouted louder this time, I slowly raised my hand and placed it on my ears trying to stop the voices.

Calm down lyra, calm down everything is alright, my therapist voice came, I slowly nodded as I also start to whisper that "calm down lyra, calm down..... remember you can control the voices, you should control them, not the other way around."

I inhaled and exhaled Sharply, I kept taking in deep breaths until I drowned out the voices, I released one last heavy breath before I straightened up.

I know it's him, but I can't show him I am scared of him, I can't show him I am afraid, I have to act tough if I want him to stop, I could feel his eyes piercing holes through my soul.

"You can do this lyra" I encouraged myself before I slowly turned, immediately I did I regretted it, my eyes met his cold, intimate blues ones.

The eyes I could never directly look into, although I was looking at him, I made sure my eyes didn't meet his, cause if there met nothing will stop me from running, running as far as I could, while I scream for help.

Maybe even out of Wellington, and then what's next? People will see me and think I have completely lost my mind, I might even end up in a mental asylum.

"I didn't know you followed me here" he said his voice darker than usual, he started walking towards me, and I stepped back "I....I..." I stammered, I wanted to say I didn't follow him, I wanted to say he was the one who chose Wellington after I did, but I couldn't say anything, I couldn't even form words.

"Come on cross, you don't even look happy to see me" he drawled as if he was disappointed, my breath hitched as bead of sweats form on my head, I anxiously rub my clammy palms on the hem of my shorts.

I should have listened to mom and just stayed in my room, I could have just said my goodbye in front of the dorm, but I guess luck wasn't on my side today.

He took another step forward, some strands of his curly black hair falling to his face, he had a sharp jawline that made his handsome face look dangerous.

Wait...did I just say he is handsome? Well yeah the truth is he is, but I can't see that because of his evil soul, this face of his was one of the reason all the girls in highschool were crushing on him and will go to any extend to get his attention.

They are even willing to help him do all his bad deeds, including bullying me non-stop, in class in the restroom, during sports and wherever I go.

And yes he dated almost all of them, it was like he changes girlfriends after every two days, and then they will be crying around that he broke there hearts, but that won't stop them from following him around and taking pictures in his Luxury car.

Suddenly I felt a hard grip on my arm, I look up surprised, I gasped when our noses touched, I felt a tingling spark on my skin, I leaned back immediately, this time our eyes meeting, his cold eyes scanned my face.

His gaze suddenly dropped to my lips, I was trying hard to breath, my entire body was shaking "he is going to hurt you, that's because you are weak lyra, you are weak?" The voices shouted.

"Please" I pleaded, suddenly the entire world was spinning, his cold eyes met mine, his expression was blank, his eyes flickered with something I couldn't understand.

"Why are you so scared?" Braxton questioned, his grip on my arm wasn't that strong but it feels like he is about to break my arm.

My nails slowly started digging into my palms as I continued leaning back to leave some space between us.

"You are so breakable Lyra" he whispered but it felt like he was talking to Himself.

"Please Braxton, just let me go, and I promise you will never see my face again, I will even drop out of Wellington" I pleaded tears rolling down my eyes.

his eyes were now filled with anger his expression changing from anger to hatred, "that will be no fun sweetheart, you shouldn't drop out, don't even think about that again, we are graduating together just like how we graduated from highschool" he declared tilting his head to the side a little.

I nodded in understanding "words cross ..words" he said angrily "yes we will" I murmured, my legs were about to give out, the only thing holding me still was his grip on my arm.

He leaned in and placed his large hand on my back pulling me closer to me, my heart beat quickened, my pulse racing, his lips curled into a wicked smirk, I was breathing hard trying to hide how terrified I was, but from his expression I am sure he could see it.

There was barely an inch between us, my parted my lips about to speak but I couldn't form any words, he then suddenly leaned in again, and this time our lips touched my eyes widened, and that's when I pushed him, hard enough to get him to release me.

The moment his grip on my arm loosened, I ran past him as fast I could, what just happened? How could he kiss me. Our lips only touched so that shouldn't be called a kiss right?

I could feel people's attention turning to me as I ran past them.

I stopped running when I reached my room door, I quickly unlocked the room fearing he might be following me.....

I entered the room and closed the door behind me, and that's when I released a sigh of relief, "woah where you chased by a tiger" an amused voice came.