DON’T HURT ME
I’M A vir-gin💦
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✍️ Chapter Thirty-one ✍️
I quic-kly re-lease my hands from his hold by yanking them away.
He fli-ckers on the switch and the room bathes in light to reveal Matthew. He stands there with his condescending eyes which are staring down at me and although my b©dy wants to shrivel away in fear, I stand poised as ever and meet his glare with my very own.
“There’s absolutely nothing I have to say to you.” I tell him, alre-ady vexed by his pres£nce.
“You don’t? Well I have a lot, starting with the fact how you are whoring my brother!” His blue eyes are filled with anger, but there’s something else lur-k-ing there behind the orbit, something unfamiliar as his gaze shifts to myl-ips.
I wretch my hand away from his hold, feeling my stomach twist in revolt.
“You can start by getting your facts right. And the relationsh!pbetween me and your brother is none of your business.” I glare at him.
“So you don’t deny it? And it is my business when my idiotic brother spends his money on some cheap slut!”
Don’t let the words affect you. He doesn’t know anything.
“Wherever this is coming from, be sure to confront Jeremy himself on this account and get his better judgement because as your say that I am slut why would you want my take on this.”
I try to side-track him but he tra-ps me to the corner.
“You think you’re so smart don’t you. Quite ironic for a girl from the streets, No wonder, Jeremy has his head worsh!ping at your feet. You’re deceitful.”
“I am not deceitful. St©p accusing me. Look I haven’t clue what your problem with me is but if I ever done you wrong then I apologies, so plea-se leave me be, let me go!”
I try to manoeuvre away from him but his hands gr-ab my arm and he pins me back on the wall.
His blue eyes glisten with hatred and also something else within that hatred. “You want to know what my problem with you is.”
I am re-ady to say, No, but he beats me to it.
“My problem with you is that you are c0ckteasing bit-ch !”
“I am not c0ckteasing,” I shift away when he gets closer to me.
“You fv¢king are!” He sm-irks his coldly sm-irk and reaching out he places his hand on my w@!st. I cringe away from him.
“Matthew, let me go!” My face scrunches up in disgust, his hands on me, make me shiver in a not-so-warm way.
You mustn’t show him fear, you mustn’t show him fear. I repeat this mantra on head.
“But you don’t want me to let go you do you.” He stares at me his eyes hinting something dangerous. I plead throu-gh my eyes for hin not do what he’s thinking of doing.
“You are delusional!” I glare panicky at him.
“fuc-k it!” He growls suddenly as he pu-lls me towards him and before my br@in can even process what’s happening, his mouth his against mine in a rou-gh k!ss.
My whole b©dy shakes in revulsion. This is so wrong. This is so very wrong!
He tries p@rting myl-ips with hisl-ips so he can de-epen this k!ssbut my mouth clumps up together refusing so-rely to give him the satisfaction. I try yanking myself away from his iron grip hold, but my attempts a thrown out of the window when he doesn’t budge.
He gro-an s in frustration suddenly as he pushes me r0ûghly to the wall, pinning me with his ha-rd b©dy. The sudden impact has me g@sping and he takes this to an advantage when he enters his ton-gue in my mouth.
I whimper in fear and disgust.
Jeremy plea-se where are you!
I watch his closed eyes and hatred slowly sips upon me, adrenalin spikes up in my veins and my fisted hand on his che-st suddenly launches itself upon his ha-rd jaw and at the same my teeth clump on hisl-ips.
He re-leases me, instantly taking a step back.
“Youfu-cking bit me!” He gro-an s, his f!ngersbrushing on his l!pthat is now brimming with blood.
At least one of my advances resulted in an impact, because I know he doesn’t feel my attem-pted punch due to his freaking ha-rd cheek bone. No, he doesn’t feel it but I now do.
But this doesn’t st©p me from hauling my hand again, this time sl@pping him.
“Don’t ever t©uçh me again! I am not Cas-sie or the who-re you proclaim I am!” I scream at him, my anger reaching its optimum. I r0ûghly re-move myself from the corner and I am running towards the exit door when I feel my hand being yanked back.
He stares angrily at me for a moment, his blue eyes searching mines for something. I glare back at him, my anger never faltering; however it’s within seconds of staring at me that his anger gives away.
He closes his eyes and takes a de-ep breath.
“I’m sorry.” He declares in a mutter that is so low, I ba-rely hear it.
I think I might’ve have heard him wrong. Did he just say he’s sorry? What?
I frown at him in incredulity. “You are sorry?”
His jaw clenches, “Yes. I know I’m being immature and unthinking with my words but that’s always the case when you’re within my radius.”
What? Is he accusing me of ma-king him immature?
“You being immature is none of my doing!” I spit in anger.
For a moment, his eyes flare with anger too but then he quic-kly looks away from me and shakes his head.
“I shouldn–”
And that’s when the door ban-gs open cutting him off his s£ntence.
I turn around to meet an angry Jeremy, but his anger isn’t directed at me.
Jeremy takes one look at my agitated face and in three strides he’s right at Matthew’s face.
“What did you do to her?”
Matthew’s eyes for the whole while haven’t left mine and now as he stares at Jeremy he frowns to himself and presses hisl-ips.
Why am I feeling sorry for him? Because that’s what I’m doing at this moment, feeling sorry for Matthew. Jeremy’s wrath is unpredictable and at this moment I hoped to the all the goodness out there, that they wouldn’t start a fight.
“Nothing.” He says.
“Doesn’t look like nothing to me,” Jeremy’s eyes are in slits as he glares at Matthew.
“Matt, I swear if you’ve hurt her and if you so by slightest have t©uçhed her–”
“Jerry, you should know by now that I never take your threats seriously.” Matthew cuts him off, folding his arms across his che-st and a sm-irk pla-ying on hisl-ips.
Jeremy makes a hissing noise at the back of his throat, he fists his hands, his jaw clenching and un-clenching and his stance tells me that he’s about to punch him. Seconds tick by and the brothers still have their glaring contests.
“I know you wanna hit me, Jerry. Go ahead.”
And at that, Jeremy closes his eyes and turns away from him. His eyes re-open to meet mine.
He t©uçhes my hand at first while the other hand tilts my chin to look up at him.
“Did he hurt you, Leyla? What did he do to you?” His eyes hold an emotion that is difficult for me to comprehend.
I swallow a lump in my throat as the words leave me. I want to tell him but something has me st©pping. I don’t want them fighting and I don’t want to give Jeremy a more reason to hate Matthew, no matter how much hate he deserves at the moment.
I take one look at the pompous @$$ himself and he has that mighty cunning sm-irk of his as he sneers back at me.
“Nothing,” I tell Jeremy even though he is not who I am looking at.
That instantly wipes the sm-irk of Matthew’s face as he glares at me and that glare turns into a wavering frown.
I turn my eyes back to Jeremy. He doesn’t look convinced and his eyebrows have scrunched up in suspicion.
plea-se let it go! I hate lying to him but I just don’t want to be an instigator to their fighting.
“You sure Leyla? You don’t have to lie for him.” Jeremy asks me.
I nod and avoid his eyes.
“You heard her I did nothing to her.” Matthew speaks a cold sm-irk on his face.
Jeremy turns back to Matthew. “I swear if you so l@ya f!nger upon her head, just be warned.”
“And I told you Jerry, your threats are feeble.”
“I’m serious Matthew, she is not Cas-sie.”
Matthew rolls his eyes. “What do you think I’m going to do, snatch her away from you?”
Jeremy clenches his jaw, “Matthew that thought implies that you want to do exactly that.”
His cold sm-irk increases, “You got me.” he says sarcastically. “plea-se, street girls who would do anything to strive for a higher status even if it means selling their bodies, have never been my type!”
I stare at him in disbelief and I know I should feel offended but I feel nothing but remorse at him.
Jeremy is taken aback for a second and I think I am too.
“You see.” Matthew says addressing to me, “I know a lot more about you than you think.”
“Who thefu-ck have you been questioning?” Jeremy growls.
“I have my sources. But, seriously, Jerry, how did you ever stoop so low as to d@t£ a who-re?”
Jeremy takes two quic-k strides and seconds later he has both of his hands cinched at Matthew’s collar.
“She. Is. Not. A.fu-cking. who-re!” He hisses in each word.
Matthew only smiles snidely, “Of course she isn’t, and Cas-sie isn’t hooker-esc-rt either.” He says sarcastically.
“Leyla is my girlfriend and I care about her a lot. Yes, Cas-sie is hooker so what, you proved enough that she wasn’t cut out to be loyal. But, if you ever so threaten Leyla again, I mean it Matthew I’ll make sure your ba-re as-s is ru-bbing on the next railway track while the train drags your lifeless b©dy!”
This makes Matthew laugh. “Wow, Jerry. This is a first. You must love her.”
Jeremy swallows. “And what if I do?”
My heart st©ps for two seconds and then picks up hammering pace on the next beat.
Did he? No. I must have heard wrong.
Matthew’s laugh is wiped out of his face. He wrenches himself off Jeremy’s hold.
“You are not serious are you?”
Jeremy doesn’t say anything.
“Jeremy she’s a street girl, she’s nothing. What will mom say when you bring an uneducated girl you picked from the street? No scratch that, what will the press say? She won’t even meet up your high life. You’ve really stumped so low, little bro.”
“Nice to know you care about me big bro. And as for your irrelevant statement, might I just say that you are the one who’ve stumped so low, in fact you stumped the lowest the moment you decided to live like this.” He presses hisl-ips.
“I’m surprised you say Leyla is nothing and uneducated despite your attempts to get her into a room with you, don’t think I’m daft Matt. I know you too well.” He smiles.
“And I cannot believe you will bring the press into this, you should know by now I don’t give two $h!ts about what the press has to say and as for mom, well she’s been dying to meet Leyla since I mentioned my relationsh!pto her.”
Matthew only narrows his eyes at him and then as he shifts his gaze towards me, his scowl de-epens.
Jeremy returns to me, takes my face in his hands and stro-kes my cheek. “Are you okay?”
I’m not entirely sure if I am. I don’t know what to make of their fight. I don’t know what to do as it is beyond my control. I know that I hate seeing them like this, because even though I don’t have sibling or any family for that matter, I know Jeremy nee-ds his brother despite their years of conflict.
“I’m fine.” I tell him giving him a small smile. “But are you okay?”
He sm-irks, “I’ll be better if we get out of here.” He tells me and I agree.
I let him lead me out of the door and I can’t help but let my eyes look back towards Matthew. His expression is grim as he stares at our retreating figures. I sigh inwardly.
I know I should be worried about their relationsh!p, I am. But all that’s on my mind from their earlier fight is Jeremy’s words.
What if I am?
✍️To be continued ✍️
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