Y/N
" Ryder. We are in a fucking library. And what if someone walks in " i spoke to him in whispers with zero interest of letting my virginity to be claimed by him. Precisely dragging lame excuses to ditch the idea of having my first time in a library and with him. Though, he is my boyfriend, but letting him to have my virginity was not in the cards. Perhaps. My mind is not primed. My soul is not primed. And .My body, certainly not primed.
" Babe , i have bought off the librarian ,he will watch out for us. " He imparted a pleading face , fidgeting with the knots at the back of my cyan colored gown. " see, look around us ,there is no one. Its just us. And its a prom night" he sighed annoyingly." its the night every girl probably gives their V card to their boyfriend. " His other hand found my nape and gently stroke his thumb. " Please "
" What?" I chuckled. Mockingly. " Is it a ritual for every girls to spread legs on their prom night?"
" Y/N. " He shot me a glare. " Dont you trust me huh? "
With a pinch of calm accompanied with exasparation " i dont wanna do it now, Ryder. "
" Why?"
" I am not ready yet." I gradually wilted off from his touch that didnt bring me fluttering of insects inside my stomach.
" What do you mean you are not ready?" He spoke as I turned my heels to walk towards the library door.
" Ry, you know I want to get in to, Elliot. Thats my passion. To be an editor of that magazine. " I reached the handle of the door while holding the gown with other hand that was sweeping the floor.
" What ? Come on Y/N. You cant be serious." He followed me as I stepped outside. " Really? Your passion is gatekeeping you from giving your V card to me? " His voice resonated across the hallway.
" Yeah. May be.." i snickered.
" Babe , please." He placed his hand at the door of the hall of the prom night, before I could haul it to open.
" No." I intersected my arms across my chest.
" One deep thrust. Please." He curled his hand again to my waist. " One thrust. just to feel you. I wanna know how you feel." He whispered to my ears. It didnt feel endearing but to wiggle out of his hold.
" Really?" I held his collar.
" Yes " he inclined to my lips." Just once.." his lips hovered over me. The next snap moment I shoved him to the wall.
He sighed with exasperation. I rolled my eyes. " I have sent you lot of my cleavage pics, and almost nudes, still you cant wait ? I mean honestly i know you jerk off your dick looking at those pics of mine. So I believe you can continue with that..."
" Wait. What do you mean cleavage pics? Nudes? " Ryder furrowed his brows.
" What?" My heartbeat ceased for a second.
" Y/N." He scoffed. " You never sent me those."
" What do you mean i never sent you those? You always ask me for that every night and I did send them to you " my voice was firm and stiff.
" I never received one, Y/N. If i recieved one, I wont be asking it over and over. "He scoffed again." Fucking pathetic."
" Wait. You replied me. You sent me a photo of your palm with your..." I rolled my lower lip in between my teeth.
" With what?" His countenance altered to a furious one.
" With your cum in between your fingers. " I hoisted my hand and showed my palm to demonstrate him the photo. " Like this. And with a caption" look what you are doing to me , Merlot "
" Merlot?" He guffawed out. " What do you mean ,Merlot?i never call you like that."
" I wonder the same " my face fell into the trench of gloom. He is right. He never called me ' Merlot' when he is with me hanging out or wandering around but only in texts. Why?
" But I have the photo of your hand with your.."I inhaled sharply."You always text me after, exactly at nine."
My mind fogged to the photo I recieved from Ryder. Or may be not Ryder but someone else? how is that even possible? He used to text me untill I drool and doze off.
" Nine? Y/N, come on I have game disorder. I am so much into the game , i never text you after nine. I even doze off sometimes " His answer gripped my throat leading to choke on my words.
" No, thats not possible,you used to text me and send flow. ..."
" Babe, just put those perplexity aside. Lets talk about us " he sliced my words and walked to me " about this moment. About what we are going to do now." He gently traced my hair to my ears. He curled his palm to my cheeks and inclined to launch his lips on mine.
Instantly, i shoved him to the wall again.
He yelped gently. " Not happening. " I declared. "Call me old fashioned, Ry. We are not doing until we are engaged." I turned around.
" Fine. Then. If we are engaged , will you give it to me, Y/N?" His question paused my thoughts.
" Then get engaged to me." His words ceased my locomotions.
I instantly turned around. My eyes plummeted down to him kneeling on one knee depicting the proposal gesture. He slid his hand to his pocket and pulled out the ring box. He flip opened it disclosing a sumptuous ring embedded with diamond.
" Y/N Ive, will you..."
"Get down! Get the fuck down!" Several voices roared ,coupling with multiple gun fires. My hands clamped to my ears and glued my back to the wall. I close shut my eyes as i screeched.
I awaited for one split second , if warm hand of Ryder would embrace me. No hands were coiled around me. I slowly opened my eyes only to see him seated down on the floor with his hands closed to his ears and his back plastered to the wall opposite to the wall i was glued at.
My heart splintered.
" Y/N Ive? Who is Y/N Ive?" A male voice roared across the prom hall.
My heart pounded by hearing the voice calling out my name. " Who is Y/N Ive? Whoever it is come out!" The male's voice roared again.
" What the hell? " Ryder whimpered. " Who is that man?who are these people?"
" I dont know " i whispered with a tremble in my voice." I fucking dont know who are they? In a snail space i tip toed to take a sly at the scene through the squared glass affixed to the door.
There were several men in suits ,holding every students and professors in hostage with gun barrel at their temples. "Who is Y/N Ive? Show yourself out.?"
I quivered. I took a step back from the door with a loud gasp. " Does anyone know, Y/N Ive?" One of the man growled loud it resonated and bounced to me through the door.
" How does they know your name, Y/N?" Ryder wheezed. " How the fuck did they even step into our campus!!!" He growled.
" I fucking dont know, Ok! I dont know who are these freaks. " I clutched my gown tighter.
" Then , why the fuck they are calling out your name as if you are their nemesis." He trembled and tapped his hands to the pockets of his suit's pant.
After a beat passed , he sighed " i am calling the cops." At a stroke he hauled out his phone. He swiped his phone and hit his thumb all over its screen. " Shit! Fucking shit! "
" What? What is it ? " I shuddered by his course of action. " What is it, Ry? "
" Shit! There is no fucking reception!" He hit his thumb again at every inch of the phone's screen.
" What? Hows that possible? Check my phone." I instructed him as my phone was in his pant's pocket. He slid out my phone and tapped on my phone screen to unlock it. Well, he knows my password but I dont know his. He never allows me to have his phone in my hand even for one split second and doesnt stays away from it as if he is married to his phone.
" No. Nothing." he shook his head. He wandered his eyes to floor as his head was immersed into thoughts. " They might have planted a jammer or some shit in here." He glided my phone back into his pocket.
" Where is Y/N Ive? Show up before I turn this hall into a blood carpet!" The man roared again and shot the gun to the ceiling which burst out a bulb.
" Oh my god .Ry..we need to leave." I panted . Panic started to claw its needles over my body.
" What? I am not coming with you, Y/N. Those men look fucking dangerous. What if they shoots me when they see us together? " He tossed a rebuke that provided a yank to my heart from my chest.
" Ry. . " i whimpered as tears scrolled down my eyes " you are supposed to protect me , but you are...."
" Y/N., i am not some fictional man in your fucking literature books and stupid novels. I am only son, to my mother. If i am gone, she has no one!" He yowled.
I quaked and gasped coupled with tears trickling down from my eyes.
Ryder was only child to his mother who is a divorcee. He never let me meet his mother, since he believes the right time to meet his mother hasnt arrived yet.He didnt even bestowed my name to his mother. Neither he tried nor he cared about it. Because his timeline has never lapped the right time.
False. There is no fucking right time in the blue marble. The right time is when we think we do the right thing. Right time never comes until we do it.
And
He was right. He is not some fictional man in one of my literature books and novels .Because fictional men doesn't exis...
" Where is Ryder?" A cavernous voice sliced through my muffled whimpers. The voice cocked my head to peep in and grasp the face who owns the fathomless voice.
Black shirt. Black ties. Black pants. And rolled up sleeves that displayed the tattoo with intermittent veins slicing out through his honey dipped skin. A bud of cigarette inbetween his elongated and herculean fingers.
I swallowed hard and squinted my eyes gently to glue my eyesight at his face. Doe eyes, with carved eyebrows, with perfect angled nose and teeny weeny lips that decorated with something shiny. Wait. Is that a hook of piercing? I know those lips. Somewhere. Sometime. I met those lips. Stripper club?
" Shit. How the fuck he knows my name, Y/N?" Ryder threw me a wrathful stare.
His words hauled my eyes out from the man standing outside. " I fucking dont know . Who these men are?" For a split second i was totally lost from the hurtful words of Ryder.
" Just fucking go." Ryder gritted his teeth at me." Just ask them what they want? "
" Are you crazy? They are having guns. " I shuddered with rage and pain.
" Where the fuck is Ryder!" The man snarled and shot the gun to the wall beside a student. She screeched , that provoked everyone to scream and clamour.
He shot the machine gun to the floor that tossed the bullets swiftly and crack opened the tiled floor. The crowd ceased howling and crying." One more scream, I will put the bullets to your heads. " The crowd gapsed in unsion.
" One more time, where is Ryder?" He cocked the gun again.
" At the library." A voice among the crowd spoke without showing their identity." He is with Y/N at the library, they were...."
" Martin! " He yelled. " Yes, lord" A middle aged man in his suits came forward from the trembling crowd.
" Get them!" He commanded.
" No no..shit shit " Ryder instantly turned around and dashed away from the door not caring for me or my well being. He ran swiftly towards the door that lead to the garage without taking a consideration to the guardianship he has and should have towards me.
Several footsteps approached towards the door. I took a step back and turned my heels and collected my gown to my both palms and geared up my run.
As I ran , one of my stilettoes heels slipped on the tiled floor. My heel hurled across the floor. " Shit." I rebuked gazing at my extortionate heel lying on the floor. I ran back to it with uneven feet movement, since my other feet was seated inside the other heel.
" Hey!" A man bellowed at me while I ran , unevenly, towards my slipped heel.
" Fuck it " i oscillated around and took off my other heel. I hold my extortionate heel in to my palm because i love that heels I bought it with so much love, i couldnt let it go. I always wanted it to wear it on my prom night or on my wedding while I dance with the Ryder. No strike out his name. May be not Ryder. Need to reconsider about Ryder being my husband , my soulmate or whatever shit he is going to be.
I recollected my gown into my two palms beside the heel I was holding and sprinted my feet towards the exit door. I dashed through the plumbing chases. The more I ran , the more warmer the plumbing chases was.
" Garage door? Where the fuck is that door?" I panted as i intensified my pace to run.
" Miss. Y/N stop. Stop running " the man's roar recited through the plumbing chase.
With longer strides than needed, i reached the door towards the garage. In swift moment, i propelled the door and abruptly moved outside. I instantly turned around to slam shut it. And then picked the iron rod near by the door. I poked it through the handles of the door,to set the rod through it ,serving as a restrain to open it from the other side.
My eyes fell on Ryder's car. Its engine was revving probably he might have started the car to thrash through the road and leave.
" No no..Ryder! Take me with you!" I sprinted my feet towards his Kia sportage and landed on the foremost part of it.
" What the fuck, YN? Move ! Fucking leave!" He snarled concurrently the engine roared.
" Ryder please. They are coming for me.! I swear I dont know what the fuck is going on! Please.take me with you! " I huffed and puffed. I abruptly rushed to the door of the front passenger seat beside the driver's. I clasped the handle of the door and tried to pull it. It was locked.
" go away Y/N.i cant risk my life. They are having guns! Just leave." He yelled.
" Ryder please. " I hit my fist to the glass window of the car's door." Please. Let me in. I swear if they get me I promise they wont hurt you." Tears rolled down my eyes. Not because of the trepidation or high peak of frightfulness due to the freaks out there but due to hurt. Pain. Treacherous pain.
One hit of tranquility passed on coupled with my whimpers and cries that was in low pitch tone.
" Miss Y/N! Stop there !" Another man emerged out of the alternate door of the garage.
" Ryder please open! Please!" I hit my fists profusely at the door of the passenger seat.
" Fuck! Get In!" He yowled and unlocked the door. I swiftly opened the door holding my heel in my one hand and swung my body inside." Drive drive!" I screeched as the man almost reached my gown that was pressed in between closed the door. "go go go go!"
Ryder revved the engine. The tire screeched and slided out of the campus to the road. He rash drove through the road without awaiting at the signals.
His hand gripped the gear to set the engine power to the wheel. However, my gown was sheathing over it, since i rushed inside I didnt watched the gown's flare landed on it. He didnt pay attention to unravel the gown, instead, he hauled the gear along with my gown that lead to rip my gown at my waist at a four inch slit.
" Fucking move that thing off the gear! Dont you fucking see it!" He yelled. " Flaring off the gown as if you are cindrella princess!"
I winced. I clutched and gazed at my heel while tears of rage dripped on it. His words cut deep into my heart. " Stop yelling at me ! Its not my fucking..."
My words sliced off as our car jerked forwarded in a sudden moment.
" What the fuck? " I snapped my neck to turn back only for my eyes to capture that several elegant black mustang were taling behind us.While one of them was ceaselessly hitting our car's rear end.
" Tell me its not them!' Ryder's grip on the steering wheel.
"Its them! Drive drive! Fucking Go!" I screeched.
" I am!" He growled loud and intensified the acceleration. Our car jerked to forward motion again. I jolted up from my seat. " I think you should get out of my car, Y/N.' he pebbled his jaw.
" No Ry.." i gasped. The car jerked forward again.
"Yes. i am going to pull over and you can fucking get out!" He rebuked and geared up again. Our car jerked forward again. This time it was worse.
" Ry please." I mewled" please dont."
Within few seconds, they ceased to bump against our car from behind as if they heard my whines and cries.
" I think we lost them." I turned around in a hope i dont see any mustang tailing behind us.
" I dont fucking care. Just get down off my car!" He thumped his fist to the steering wheel.
" We fucking lost them! They are not behind us.just drop me to my apartment ok." I panted as i spoke without any intermittent. " I will just call the cops and handle it by myself."
He ran his hands through his hair and grinded his teeth such that its friction pierced my ears.
I sighed with a wave of relief.
And then again..
Out of the blue, Ryder jolted up. " The fuck." He pulled out my phone and toseed on my lap. My phone shuddered on my lap. I winced. I swiped my phone screen to unlock it.
A notification from an unknown number popped on my phone's screen. I squinted my eyes to read the number. I couldn't recognise the eleven digits displayed on the notification. I clicked on the text message's notification panel.
The message read:" Put your seatbelt, Y/N."
" What?" I gasped. Mildly.
Another message popped up." Put your seat belt, right now!" I flinched gazing at message for a second as if the voice from message rang to my ears.
I uplifted my eyes from the screen and blinked few times before my eyes fell on the wing mirror of the car. A reflection of an onyx shaded Rolls royce emerged out from the back of my car tossed at the wing mirror.
I squinted my eyes. A hand swung out of the Rolls Royce , with cigarette bud in between the fingers. I rolled down the window and leaped my head out to glance at hand that was swinging out of the car window.
I blinked few times to adjust my vision as the night lights were glaring my eyesight until i captured the face driving the Rolls Royce. The face had a smirk plastered, which was highlighted by the glistening lip piercing. " Shit " i wailed. " Ryder.Put the pedal to the metal! Put the pedal to the metal!"
" What?' he growled.
" Come on. Hit it! Hit it! he is coming." I hit my fisted wrist to dashboard.
" Fuck this!" He shouted as he hit the acceleration.
I turned around and leaped my head outside again. My hair gushed to my face due to wind. I brushed it off immediately to take another look at his face. He huffed and puffed the cigarette and dusted it outside the car's window while concurrently keeping his other hand to the steering wheel with an insane speed.
His hand that held the cigarette, still swung outside his car 's window. My eyes foraged his face again. He put back the cigarette in between his lips and took his phone which was confirmed since a flash of backlight sliced through his face.
My phone shuddered again. It startled me again. Another message from the same unknown eleven digit number.
The message read" put the seat belt. i am gonna crash my car on yours."
" What the fuck?" I gasped. I hastened and fastened the seat belt at a stroke with fear and fright.
The next instant, our car jolted forward again. "The fuck man!" Ryder roared. Before he could haul out another curse, our car jolted forward again. This time it was tremendous, Ryder's grip on the steering wheel slipped which lead the car to swirl a little ahead of a normal scale. Ryder lost control of the speed and acceleration,also, the direction of the car. The car's tire screeched as its locomotion was in a zig zag.
" Ryder! Do something!' i screamed before the car found its destination to hit the tree trunk. At the hit, the air bag of the car burst opened to my face before it landed to the dashboard. Nonetheless. The seat belt clutched my body firm from thrashing forward.
The fizzling and sizzling sound of engine blared to my ears before it went to low volume. However , the horn was honking ceaseless.I uplifted my face from the air bag and wheezed. My eyes foraged on Ryder whose head was glued to the steering wheel , alarming the horn.
" Ryder ! Oh my god " i coughed out the smoke emitting from the foremost part of the car, waved inside my mouth. " Ry.." i yearned for air but it only lead more smoke to rush inside my trachea. I coughed again. I tried pressing down my air bag from my face to reach Ryder. " Ry...' i strained reaching my hand to his shoulder. My hand was about to reach him before i flinched it back due to the thud sound of the car's door being shut thumped to my ears from behind. The car that chased us.
Footsteps approached me. " Fuck." I swiftly moved my eyes to the wing mirror beside me. The man in his monochromatic black attire was walking towards me, folding his sleeve ,exhibiting his tattoos at his right arm.
" Shit ! Shit!" I winced and tried to unfasten my seat belt. i couldn't. Its opening mechanism got sandwiched. " No no..." I shuddered and gazed at the mirror again. He was closer. I tried to unfasten my belt again. " No no god please." I bleated. I glanced again to mirror. He was closer than before.
I shifted my eyes to the seat belt to unbuckle again. The footsteps reached my ears with perfect pitch .He reached near the car' door.
" No no please. Dont. " I beseeched. " Dont. ." He shoved his inked arm inside the car through the window and clicked the lock to open. " no! No! Please!" I cried out. He opened the car door. My hands threw over his face , before it could thrash on his face he collected my wrists in his one palm. His eyes met mine. They were cavernous and perilous.
I paused my restrains for one beat as If capturing every details of his eyes. In a swift moment, he utilised the beat of tranquility and unbuckled my seat belt effortlessly. He then pulled me out of the car. I stumbled and tripped on the ground.Yet. he didnt let go of my hands. And. Shit. My favourite cyan colored gown got ruined.
" Please let me go! I dont know who you are! You might have got the wrong one!" I wiggled my hands against his hold.
" Y/N Ive? " He inclined to my face and tilted his head releasing my hands.
" Yes." I quivered. He smirked.
" I know. " He chortled and abruptly hoisted my body from the ground by princes carrying me without any restrain or effort.
" No no. Put me down! Let go!" I screeched. He didnt budge as my legs swung alike vertical pendulum in the air. " Put me the fuck down!"
He walked without any streak of arduous in his body or his face. He took longer strides to reach his Rolls Royce. My eyes widen glancing at the crushed and distorted bends over the foremost part of the car.It was him. He crashed our car.
One of his men, awaited for our arrival at the car door. As soon as he brought me to the door, his man opened the car door for us. Nope. For him, swiftly.
He slung me gently into the car's luxurious seat. I instantly curled up to collect my gown closer to me. Yet. He paused and took a moment to gently pick the hem of my gown and rolled it back to me. He set his foot inside and gazed at my feet before setting down the gown's hem.
" Martin ,wait." He commanded to his man and stepped back from the car and walked towards the car he crashed a moment back.
" Is he trying to get Ryder?" I murmured and gulp down. I turned around and tried to unlock his car's door. Its locked. I pebbled my jaw in frustration.
I shifted my eyes to watch him. He inclinded into the front passenger seat where i seated during the chase and drive. After few minutes, he inclined back and walked back to me.
I gazed and ran my eyes to his elegant walk. They way his legs and waist moved in sync. But fuck me, My eyes fell on the buldge in between his pants. I blinked off the thoughts before it could invade my head.
" Martin ,lets go..Its getting late. " He stepped inside and close shut the car's door. The engine revved. " Wait. Wait. What about Ryder? " I yelled.
" He is not coming with us." He retorted.
" What? No? You cant just leave him like that? He is my boyfriend!" I bellowed again. " Fucking pull over!"
" Your boyfriend?" He scoffed. "Seriously, that douchebag, who almost left you behind before you were begging him to take you with him?"
My lips sealed and bit back my next words.
" Pull over! I dont know who the fuck you are! You cant just take me like that with you!" I thrashed my rebukes over him.
" Calm down." He tutted and slid out his phone from his pants pocket.
" Where are you taking me?" I cried out. " Just let me go. I wont speak a word to the cops. "
" We are going to a funeral and a wedding." He retorted tapping his fingers at his phone's screen .
" What ?' my furrows narrowed.
" Valerie Ive, is she your sister?" He asked. Though his way of questioning depicted that he already knew the answer from me.
" Yes " my breath ceased for a beat. " Why? How do you know her?"
" She is dead. We are going to her funeral." He pressed his thumb at the side of his phone to click the lock.
" What?" My heart pounded to my throat. " Val..." My breaths shortened.
" And wedding? Dont you wanna know whose wedding?" He asked turning his face to me.
I switched my glaring eyes to his, which was on my chest as i was breathing abnormally.
" Whose wedding?" I gritted my teeth in detest of his' one second stare at my chest'.
" Ours." He hit his one brow to his hairline.
" What the fuck? " I exclaimed.
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