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His grin faltered, and he gave a short jerk of his head, confirming my thoughts.
The cold, emotionless mask was secured on my expression, and I thought over everything that had been said. >
I felt all eyes on me, my skin prickling under their stares.
Sebastian spoke up after a moment of silence. >
> I questioned, unsure of what Sebastian was trying to tell me.
>
> I ask, >
Callum decided to cut in now, >
I instantly flinched at the thought of it, resulting in Sebastian narrowing his eyes at my reaction.
> my voice was soft, yet audible.
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> I egged on, eager to know more. >
> Sebastian spoke, >
> Sebastian's voice held a lethal tone, and I winced at the sharpness of it. >
>
> I asked, confused.
> Sebastian's blunt answer drew silence from the rest of us. >
> Sebastian said, walking around his desk. He made his way up to me, so that he was standing mere inches away.
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The back of my hand gently brushed away the trickling droplets of crimson blood that was increasingly dripping from my nose. Pain radiated through my body, but I didn't care. I couldn't care. At this point, the pain was numbing me, and I welcomed it.
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I kicked over the unconscious body in front of me and grabbed the gun from his limp hand. Sounds of gunshots echoed throughout the house, and I limped through the hallway, hoping to get as far away as I could. Before I could react, a hand was placed over my mouth, silencing the scream that came out a fraction of a second too late. I struggled violently in the arms of my captor, fighting desperately to break free. The gun fell from my hands, forcing me to use all of my strength against the man.
I was dragged backwards into a room, and the slam of the door along with the click of the lock made my stomach twist nervously.
A scream left my lips as I hit the ground, and though the pain was overwhelming, I forced myself to crawl to the wall, and distance myself from the man who was most likely plotting to kill me.
> The murderous tone in his voice made me whimper and tears to sting at the corners of my eyes.
Through my tears, I was able to make out the dark haired, green-eyed boy on top of me, who was now holding a knife to my throat.
The sharp blade was pressed flat against the base of my throat, a sign that he wasn't going to kill me- yet.
>
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I struggled against Eric's hold on me, but when he changed the position of the blade, my body stilled.
With wide, tear filled eyes, I watched his fearfully. He smirked at my instantaneous reaction, and adjusted the blade so that it no longer was on the verge of slitting my throat open.
> my voice was weak and shaky, though I tried my best to build but an unbreakable exterior.
A look of shock spread across Eric's features, and he leaned back, straddling my unmoving form.
>
He was now standing at the side of the bed, pacing back and forth while shaking his head every now and then.
I flinched when his head snapped up, his eyes blazing with unleashed fury. I felt fear wash over me as he hands clenched in rage.
he snarled, pressing down extremely hard. A shaky cry left me as the knife broke through a thin layer of skin. A think line of blood was surely on my neck now, physical evidence of the damage the knife had done.
> I cried out, not caring about how weak and pathetic I sounded.
Eric snarled, and held back the knife, as if he were about to stab me. Instead, he sent me a nasty glare before he placed the knife into the waistband of his jeans, and pulled out a key.