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Why was she trembling? Wasn’t she frozen? Something was shaking, was it her heart? But hasn’t her heart stopped? She couldn’t breathe.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

His voice seemed to be playing like a broken record but she couldn’t concentrate on it. His eyes, his eyes were embracing her, the pitch darkness in them was blinding. How can darkness be blinding? Isn’t it blind itself? Then why was it that she couldn’t see anything in that darkness except her own self.

He loved her?

Why?

Since when?

How?

Why her?

The questions took place of his echoing words but yet his confession kept ringing in her ears. It seemed to be whispering like a warm breeze in the background. But she could feel it through her every nerve.

“What?” In state of startle the word escaped her lips in a breath.

It was then she realized that it was him who was trembling under her. It was his heart which was pounding. It was him who was afraid. It was Dean, he was shaking.

“God, I am pathetic.” Dean growled to himself and covered his eyes with his arm while she could only stare at him, his heart still felt loud under her touch.

“Why?” She asked quietly.

He removed his arm from over his eyes slowly, displaying his darkened eyes once again. It made her afraid, the look they held, like a wild animal ready to pounce. He was no longer trembling but looked ready to kill if that. He moved his hand and grabbed a handful of her hair roughly but not painfully and brought her face extremely close to his own, once again knocking her breath out of her. Her face reddens and she tried desperately to back away, using all her force but he just gave her his cruel smirk and held her tighter.

“Stop moving, you are digging yourself deeper.” He said hoarsely, his voice sounding deeper.

“Let me go.” Sara demanded silently.

“You fucking ask for it.” And with that, he rolled her under himself and towered over her. The gasp barely escaped her mouth when he grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, the buttons flying around, leaving her sports bra on display.

“Dean…” She had only just called his name when he met her lips with his, his one hand still grabbing her hair and other brushing against her bare waist.

She felt like she died. She was on fire, the burning trail he was leaving behind suddenly was obsessive. She couldn’t push him away, couldn’t breathe only because the man who just looked ready to kill, was yet again trembling. His hands touching her bare skin was shaking and hesitate. His heart had also gone wild once again and God, she was falling.

His lips left hers and trailed down, towards her neck. Where his lips and hand have been hesitant over her, the touch on her neck was different. It was like an assault and she was losing her mind. Her hands holding his front were tightening. She was falling deeper.

The words couldn’t escape her mouth. She was losing her conscious, her chest pained. It was then it stopped. Not the touch but the assault. It was like someone was putting ice on the burns till only she felt him put his head against his neck and catch his own panting breath.

Why was he breathless?

“I’m sorry.” Dean shaking voice quietly echoed into the silent room.

“I scared you but you can’t hate it. Please, don’t hate it. Don’t hate me.” He continued in a plead and yet his words sounded firm, demanded. They sounded like Dean.

“You did frightened me but I… didn’t hate it… don’t hate you.” She replied in a breathless voice. Her cheeks once again flaming.

Why can’t she hate him?

His hold tightened on her even more and he moved his arms to hug her. He was trembling once again.

“Oh, thank God. Thank God.” He murmured into her neck making her nerves jump.

“What is wrong?” She checked out in a hesitant pace, slightly confused for the reasons of his apology and shaking. That wasn’t the Dean she knew; he would never be afraid of something enough to start shaking.

“Nothing.” He whispered back and slowly let go of her. Leaning away his weight from her body, he laid down on his side and just stared at her which those wistful eyes.

His eyes slowly moved to her neck where just few minutes ago he was attacking and a proud smirk made it to his face.

He raised his hand and slowly brushed the place, making her freeze altogether. Her nerves once again getting jammed up but almost like he was electrified, he moved his hand away and turned to the other side.

“There is a bag in the closet. Pick a shirt from it. Just from the bag.” His rough voice sent a shiver down her spine.

With a sharp blush, she dashed for the closet and quickly pulled out the red bag on the side. Opening it, she grabbed the first shirt she could touch and quickly changed herself into it. It felt airy and cold but it smelled like Dean. It was mind fogging.

She turned and screeched to see Dean sitting up, eyes following her every move. She felt the hair stand behind her neck. Why did he look wild?Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“You still have not given me an answer.” His voice sounded angry.

Bipolar bratass.

The distance between them had cleared her mind a little. She could at least think a little better. Her past anger returned.

“What answer?”

“Don’t fucking play with me, O’Brian.” He snarled and this time the wildness was different, he didn’t look ready to pounce but more like, furious.

She couldn’t back down nor could she avoid this forever, after all she was the one who wanted to talk it out.

“I don’t know.” She sighed. It was the most honest of answer. He loved her but why? How? Why?

Also, since when? If he did love her then why did he play around? Why did he leave her alone for two freaking years? Why did he make her suffer like that?

“I see, then I have to change your mind then.” The wildness suddenly gone and in took place a firm expression. His eyes though, still had the craze look and it was making her search for a place to run.

“How?” Before she could stop herself, the question escaped her lips.

He slowly rose up and with almost a mock manner, walked slowly towards her with a devilish smirk. Caging her between the closet’s door and himself with his hands on each side around her head, he leaned in close enough that she could breathe in his rough scent.

“I will ruin you, mess you up. Take away everything till you have nothing but me if I have to. Possess your mind till you can’t think of anything but me. I will do anything to make you mine, O’Brian. Anything.”