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He sneers, his lips curling into something I’ve never seen on him. “Your dad was right about you.”
The mention of him makes me recoil. I go to take another step back, but he catches my wrist and pulls me back to him. Flushed against his chest, he talks right in my ear. “He said you were to be kept in check at all times. To make sure you were acting like a lady and keeping your family’s reputation secure.”
He puts a hand at the back of my neck, stopping my little attempts at moving away from him.
“Like a lady” He chuckles to himself. “If only he knew all you want is to be treated like a slut.”
I manage to pull away, but he keeps a tight hold on my wrist. “Let go,” I order in a wavering voice. I can feel my body starting to shake and my ears ringing. “I can’t believe you and my dad talked about me like that.” I attempt to take a deep breath, my lungs frozen. “Chester, let me g—” He’s pulled away violently before I can even finish my sentence.
The man grabbing him is facing away from me as he drags Chester to the side, holding him by the neck of his shirt. He’s wearing a gray hoodie and a black cap, but I recognize him. It’s like I know his strong build and muscly back by heart.
Xi grabs Chester’s right hand, the one that had been holding my wrist seconds ago, and my ex-boyfriend’s face scrunches up in pain as he rotates his wrist.
“Xi,” I panic, going after them. I try grabbing him by the back of the hoodie, but he just shrugs me off.
I hear a cracking noise before Chester cries out. “Fuck!” he screams in agony.
“Oh my God.” I attempt to walk around them, but Xi pushes him against a tree and Chester’s head hits the huge trunk.
I stand next to them, gripping Xi’s shoulder as he presses his forearm to Chester’s throat so he doesn’t move. His other hand is still holding his now limp wrist. “I’m pretty sure I heard her asking you to let go. Are you deaf, rich boy?”
“Alex,” Chester calls out in terror.
I drop my bag and struggle to separate them again. “Xi, leave him alone.”
He ignores me, focusing on the man in front of him. “I could break every single part of you that’s ever touched her. I’d start with cutting off your fucking tongue. Maybe your lips.” He smirks, looking down at Chester from his height. “Lucky for you, I won’t have to cut off your dick.”
“What the fuck, man!” Chester panics as his eyes go to me.
“Xi, that’s enough.” I glance around, running my hands through my hair. “Please, you’re going to get yourself in trouble.”
“Apologize to her.”
“I don’t care about apologies. Just let him go.”
“Apologize. To. Her.”
“I’m sorry! Fuck…fuck, I’m sorry.”
“That’s a good boy,” Xi keeps mocking him. “How’s your wrist?” He squeezes it, making Chester whimper. “Sounds painful. I can do so much worse if you ever touch her, hurt her, or make her feel uncomfortable again. Fuck, I’ll do it if she fucking feels like it. How does that sound? Clear?”
“Y-yeah. Yes!”
Xi presses his forearm harder against Chester’s neck and the latter coughs, his face reddening. The darkness in Xi’s eyes dilates his pupils, turning him demonic. He lets go of Chester’s wrist to grab something in his back pocket. A lighter.
“Stop.” I grab the back of his gray hoodie, yanking hard and yet not moving him one inch. He rolls the sparkwheel, lighting up the small, pink plastic object and bringing it to Chester’s cheek, practically touching it. “Xi, you’re going to kill him. Stop.” My voice is a squeak, the alarm tightening it.
“Do you know what it’s like to die by immolation?”
Chester is crying, but still unable to reply.
“Please,” I rasp. “Stop.”
“Get in the car, Alex.”
“What?” I pant, still trying to pull him off Chester.
“Get in the car, and I’ll let him go.”
