Chapter Fifteen

                                    

                                          
Oh. My. Gosh. I actually updated?? But for real, I'm so sorry for leaving you guys for nearly a month!! Time has completely escaped me and I haven't had much motivation recently. I do have a plan for this story, I'm just struggling a bit to actually write it. Hopefully this chapter breaks my little hiatus for good. 
                          
    "Why are you such a jerk?"
                          
    "Big words for a little girl."
                          
    My lips curled into a snarl, a face I vaguely realized I had never made. "What's your problem?"
                          
    "What the fuck do you think is my problem, Peanut."
                          
    I shoved his chest. He grabbed my wrists and pushed me back. The fall didn't hurt. If anything, it only fueled my anger. 
                          
    "Why? What did I ever do to you?" I hooked my feet behind his knee and tugged. He fell to his knees, surprised. 
                          
    He sneered, tugging at my ankles roughly. "You came here. You're fucking with my brothers and it's pissing me off."
                          
    My elbow came up, smacking against his temple. He pressed his forearm down against my throat with just enough pressure that while it didn't hurt, it did make me panic. My vision blurred slightly, North's burning eyes flickering into dark gleaming ones I wished to forget. He grew thin and frail yet twenty times more intimidating. I wanted to scream, tell her to get off of me, that I was done being her play toy. 
                          
    Victor's voice held concern, "Guys, stop." His voice jarred me from the vision. I glanced at Victor. His hands were in the air like he wanted to stop us but didn't know how. Nathan was stone faced, staring at us but not making any movements. 
                          
    I brought my attention back to the brute above me. My voice came out slightly choked, "I haven't done anything to you or your brothers. I would never hurt them."
                          
    He shook his head, "Maybe you wouldn't on purpose and maybe you haven't yet, but you will."
                          
    I kneed him in the stomach and pushed him off of me, jumping to my feet. He landed with a grunt before standing up. 
                          
    "Fuck you, North. I haven't done anything. If I hurt them in the future then fine, be mean to me all you want, but right now I haven't done anything. You're just a sad man who doesn't feel or care or love."
                          
    He growled, a terrifying sound I knew only a pissed off demon could make. "You don't know anything about me."
                          
    I scoffed, "I know you're hateful to a person two seconds after you've seen them for the first time. I know you do things that goes against your brother's wishes because you're selfish." I got up into his face. We were so close I could almost see the flames of Hell in his eyes. My voice lowered, "I know there's no way you could ever have a heart."
                          
    He twisted me around and encased his arms around me. If he let up a little and was anyone but North, my heart would have been racing for a whole different reason. His palm, so large it covered half of my face, pressed against my mouth.
                          
    His voice calmed to a whisper. It was infinitely more scary. "You don't know shit about me or my brothers and you especially don't know shit about Kota. They're all too nice to say no to you. And do you know why? Because they pity you. Poor little Sang doesn't have a family. Poor little Sang had mean parents. I bet they didn't even do anything to you. You were probably just being a brat because they didn't spoil you like the Princess you are."
                          
    I blinked the tears back, refusing to let him see them. Mom didn't deserve them and North most certainly doesn't either. I forced my anger to grow, to fill the gap in my heart. I wiggled, trying to get my hands out of his grasp. He tightened his grip on my hands and my mouth. I could feel the skin of my lip rip as it was grinded against my teeth.