I GUESS I HAVE A THING FOR YOUR HAIR

CHAPTER THIRTY

30. I GUESS I HAVE A THING FOR YOUR HAIR

I hear heavy footsteps thrash loudly in the dark as they come after me, but I don’t stop. It only fuels me to run faster. I weave through narrow pathways, jumping over garbage filled gutters and low bushes. I turned to see Kieran charging at me like an enraged bull.

I couldn’t afford to be caught.

I ran into someone’s laundry hanging out to dry on the line and got tangled in their sheets. This makes me come crashing down whilst a sheet clangs to my lower limbs. A hand grabs my leg and I scream, fighting them off.

Kieran begins dragging me out by my feet, but I kick and clung onto the clothing on the line. His foot gets stuck in one of the sheets and he falls, cussing in anger. It gives me the opportunity to have another head start. I ran into an uncompleted building, going up stairs and through doors before I found the best hiding spot. I crouched down behind an empty dusty barrel, trying to catch my breath.

Yeah, I really needed to get back to working out. Hit the gym or join a sports club.

I hear him calling my name in the distance and then it goes silent after a while. It’s only the sound of crickets chirping in the building.

But I still didn’t dare to move... After a few minutes of waiting in silence, Kieran didn’t make an appearance.

I’ve lost him now for sure.

I crawl out of my hiding space and head out, trying to find an uber on my phone.

A hand grabs me by the waist all of a sudden, lifting me off the floor and I try to scream for help, but a strong and dirty hand slaps my mouth shut as I am dragged into the dark.

My phone fell on the floor. It rang in the distance, my uber driver calling. It was the only source of light in the building. It looked more like light at the end of a tunnel as I was dragged further and further from it and into the dark. My struggles are futile.

He grabs me by my hair and pushes me down so I’m half bent over the dusty work table before he tugs it back so I can look at him, and I see Kieran staring down at me, the moon light giving him a silvery glow.

I’m a bit relieved that it’s a familiar face for a second before I realize it was still bad if not worse.

It’s Kieran. Aka bad news

I glared at him. His knees were pressing into the back of mine and his grip on my hair was holding me down. I couldn’t move an inch.

His hands dragged my school skirt and panties down in one swift, so my ass was bare to him.

“Kieran.” I gasped in alarm. My eyes were frantic as goose bumps spread onto my naked skin.

“No, I don’t take girls out on dates. Instead, I’ll take you somewhere secluded, grab you by the hair and bend you over the nearest surface before I fuck you so hard you’ll scream my name and see stars when you come.”

His words rang in my head and I blushed hard. We were in a secluded place, he was holding me by my hair and I was bent over the nearest surface and he was undressing me.

“I’m not going to fuck you, so stop looking at me like that.” He growls before turning my face away.

Before I could deny that I wasn’t looking at him in any particular way, his hand came down to strike me in the same place he spanked me yesterday.

Hard

And I bit my lower lip to trap in my scream.

“I told you to get into the car. Didn’t I?” He asks, but I refuse to answer.

My silence only infuriates him further and he strikes me.

Again

Again

And Again.

The mere force of it drives me forward onto the table. Each strike sent me harder and faster onto the table.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t take it any longer. I was going to scream my fucking lungs out.

My teeth were pressing hard into my lower lip and I could taste the metallic taste of my blood.

He jerks me back just as my lips part for air, or to let out a scream. I guess we’d never know. I glared at him, raising my chin in pure defiance. His hands tug harder on my hair, tilting my head back. A gasp of pain released my teeth from my lips, my bloody lip shone in the moon light.

I open my mouth to tell him something but I can’t remember what it was because at that moment, his mouth collides with mine and my heart leaps at the sudden intrusion.

For several seconds, I was transfixed and let him kiss me. My lips parted on their own accord and molded to his without question as he kissed me like he was a deadly disease and I was the only cure. His kiss was raw, primal and possessive and I was getting drunk with it, drowning in it as my eyes fluttered and shut. He kissed me harder, demanding more, and I clutched his shirt as my knees grew weaker and weaker. I was spiraling into this consuming feeling.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins. My hands pushed against his chest and I jerked back, managing to part our lips through pure determination before swinging my right hand at him and catching him square across his jaw. His head snaps to the left with the force of my strike.

It felt really satisfying to finally hit him.

His tongue darted out to lick my blood from his lip as he looked down at me in surprise. I’d also left a small cut beside his lip.

I breathed heavily as his eyes flared with a murderous look and he advanced on me. He reached out and snatched a handful of my hair in his grasp, tugging on it so I was looking straight into his dilated pupils. I looked at myself in his eyes. I looked like a scared rabbit backed into a corner, fighting for survival and maybe that’s how I really felt right now.

“I guess I have a thing for your hair. Do you know why I like it so much?” He tugs on it ignoring the fact that I just fucking punched him in the face. It only made me dread the inevitable more.

“This is why.” He looks at me in adoration.

“I like to see your eyes widen, hear your little gasps of pain and shock, see your lips pout in defiance , challenging me. I love the reactions in your eyes. The anger, fear, and something you never showed me except for yesterday in the classroom. Hunger.”

I gulp visibly remembering how we almost kissed.

“I can see a bit of that right now, so stop denying us already.” He let’s go of my hair.

His hands grabbed my thigh, skimming my naked skin, which burned and scorched in his trail as he lifted my skirt up. His eyes challenged me to deny us, to stop him. I don’t know why I don’t.

His fingers dug into my ass as he lifts me onto the table and stands between my parted legs.

His hands tighten around me, caging me in his arms, and I grasp his shirt and pull him down. Our mouths crash together in madness and a moan escapes me, unpermitted.

His tongue slips inside my mouth and I grab onto his hair and press my breasts against him as he kisses me like there’s no tomorrow. I struggled to keep up, unable to match his pace as he easily dominated me.

A phone rings in the distance but we ignore it.

His rang after, but he ignored it.

It rang again.

I pulled back, breathing heavily, and he was forced to release me with an unwilling groan. A string of saliva hang between us. I didn’t know whose it was, maybe both of us even, but it proved we just kissed.

That Kieran Castles and Aaliyah Waters just fucking kissed like starved animals.

He catches my lips in his, kissing the proof away.

“Pick up the phone, it might be important,” I breathed.

He groans in protest but picks up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Oh, Kieran, thank goodness I got through to you.” Aunt Stella’s frantic voice came over through the phone.

“Chloe said you took Aaliyah after school. Where did you drop her off? We can’t reach her. Everyone is going crazy and it seems she has upset the officers at the station, so they are not willing to take immediate action. They are practically not helping and..”

“Um, she’s here with me. We are working on a... Umm... Project for school.”

“Really? Let me speak with her.” Aunt Stella says, and I hear footsteps moving closer to her and voices in the background. One is from mom.

Kieran gave me the phone.

“Hello, Aunt Stella. I’m okay. My phone is erhhh.. It’s in silent mode so… I didn’t hear you calling.”

“Why are you so out of breath…? Ohhh” She ends slowly , as if she knew exactly what I was up to, and the phone goes mute for a few seconds.

“Hello mum.” Kieran says into the phone.

The call unmutes and we hear muffled arguments.

“Kieran Castles, bring my daughter home this second or I swear to God.....” Dad bellowed.

“Relax Greg, maybe I’m just overthinking it.” I hear Aunt Stella try to calm him down before the phone goes off.

Yep, they definitely knew.

I was grounded and stayed out late and now they knew Kieran and I were not ‘working on a project’.

I was fucked.