His eyes murderously bore into hers. They were so dark that it felt he would eat her the next moment. Poor Valen stood high and dry, struggling to breathe properly. Her breaths were actually stuck in her throat, seeing him sooo fucking close. Well, this was not the first time she was seeing him close; this keeps happening every now and again. Still, every time he does that, it gets harder for her to adapt to the environment.
"Ryley! You are hurt—"
"OH JUST SHUT UP!" he screamed on her lips, leaving tracks of his saliva drops glistening on her pink skin that shone like diamonds on her lips.
Hazel turned her eyes away; she hated to see them so close, yet there was nothing she could do about it. For he would only do that to her to pain her, hurt her— bully her. Still, that proximity would bother her. It would never give her a good feeling.
Okay, Valen stood silent under his gaze. She was, like always— clueless as to why he behaves like that when she is around! She frequently wonders what makes him play song and dance like this when the matter is anywhere related to her? She was sure by now he must have pulled out a thousand of her hairs from the scalp, and when he would withdraw his hand, she would clearly be able to see them.
"Stop behaving like you are so helpless," he let go of her hair with a jerk and punched her in the left shoulder with all his strength and turned around.
She went on her knees, "Aah!" wincing in agony. Her other hand covered the area which had reddened. One could see the skin where he punched bulging out and even the print of his fist on her shoulder. It was actually on her joint, not the shoulder.
His gang, satisfied with the punishment that he gave her, brought a cunning grin on their lips. Zander was, as usual, back with his photographer's mode, shooting everything that happened. "There the bitch goes on her knees in defeat, yayy! So, we won again. Cheers for the Wild Wolves! Wooohoo!" he said, recording it on his iPad.