So I let it loose.
It was my turn to tackle Sebastian to the mat.
A grunt of surprise left Sebastian as I released a flurry of punches his way. His hands captured my wrists after I was able to get a few good punches in, and he flipped us over again, so that he was once again on top. He mimicked my previous words, which made me feel like an idiotic fool.
My lips dipped into a frown and I felt my face heat up with frustration.
Sebastian drawled out, heaving us both to our feet. >
> I shoved him away from myself, fury pumping through my veins. >
He drawled out, taking a small step towards me. > My monotone voice rang out, and I quickly stepped forward, my fist flying towards him.
He dodged my fist, but wasn't coordinated enough to avoid my strong kick to his side, which resulted in him stumbled backwards a few steps. I didn't hesitate to advance towards him, a spark igniting inside of me. My impulsive attack was what was fueling me, and it was because of it that I hadn't realized how foreseeable my actions were becoming.
No, to me, I was on fire. I was winning a fight against the one and only Sebastian King, and nothing in the world could have made me feel more powerful.
Leave it to Sebastian to knock my straight off of cloud nine, and not bother to cushion my fall.
He expertly steered clear of my punches and kicks, and managed to deliver a forceful blow to my stomach, successfully winding me.
I lost my footing and staggered back, which gave Sebastian an advantage over me- one he happily took.
Before I knew it, I was in the corner of the ring, Sebastian's much larger, sweatier body trapping me into the overbearingly small area. Our breathing was loud and came out as desperate gasps for air, but Sebastian stood victoriously, his eyes gleaming with pride.
«You're a good fighter, Evie, I'll admit that. >> His voice was steady and calm. >
He waited a couple moments, almost as if he were listening to my heavy breathing, while his eyes took in my horrendous state.
> My voice came out as a shaky whisper, but Sebastian still heard it. I noticed the small smile that appeared and he nodded his head.
> He backed away a bit, allowing me some room. >
I stared at him in shock, before composing myself and scowling. I pushed past him and stepped out of the ring, listening to the sound of his footsteps just behind me.
>
I scoffed and gave him a lethal look. >
Sebastian sighed and muttered something along the lines of 'for fuck's sake' before his voice rose in a full response. >
I processed his words before running my hand angrily through my hair.
>
Sebastian studied me closely before speaking. >
My lips were pressed together in a tight line, and I thought over his words, despite my stubborn side telling me to fight back and tell him he was completely wrong. But the thing is; he was right.
It had always been in the back of my mind that I had no control over myself, but I had always just blamed it on my impulsive ways, and never thought to look into it. But apparently Sebastian did for me.
> I questioned, >
I cocked my head to the side, my eyes drifting over him. >
Sebastian shrugged before placing an arm around my waist and turning me around, his large hand on my lower back.
>
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The car ride had been filled mainly by old music playing on the radio, and it would have remained that way if I had not thought to ask the one question that was invading my mind.
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Trafficking camps made up a large part of gang life, and the idea of them wasn't exactly foreign to me, but more like repulsing. Being part of a gang my whole life, I had learned to accept the cruel reality that came along with it, but there was something about trafficking camps that made me sick to my stomach- as it would have the same effect on any normal person.
See, Sebastian's thoughts about the camps he had weren't unusual, and in fact, some gang leaders actually pride themselves in their camps, whereas others couldn't care less, or just don't have them at all.
«No, » he finally admitted, stealing a quick glance in my direction.
I stayed silent for a while, trying to think of reasons as to why he would say something like that to begin with.
>
I stared at him, giving him a look that told him to continue. That answer wasn't good enough and we both knew it.
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