Silas kept his eyes shut tightly. His hands completely wrapped tightly around Keira's neck. He felt so dizzy, as if the air was pulling him; then he opened his one eye. What he saw shocked him.
Silas was astonished seeing a whole bunch of people looking smaller, and they all looked a blur. Blur of black, purple, and green. Silas felt dizzy being moved so quickly.
Silas looked ahead, and he almost wanted to scream. They are about to jump at the ends of the house, and he held onto the woman's neck tighter, shutting his eyes with certainty they are going to die.
Silas felt the long jump in the air, and he opened his eyes, and he saw a large mass of green grass above him. It felt like they were flying, but he knew it was only Keira's ability to jump really high.
As soon as Keira landed on the roof of the house, the house vibrated under her foot before she began running with him in her hands. Silas saw his house coming closer in their direction, and the large window was wide open.
They used this opportunity to jump through the window with such natural ease, but Silas's heart hammered like a rabbit, and he was released, then he fell to the ground with a thud sound. His arms and legs felt wobbly, unable to stand on his own.
He felt dizzy and exhausted. He looked toward Keira, whose hands were covered in blood, but she wasn't looking tired by all that running and jumping from one roof to the next. She was bold, crazy, and fearless.
She turned to him with a heavy look. "Why were you there?"
Silas frowned because he didn't have to tell her anything, but since she saved him from being sexually assaulted or raped, he said, "I was getting some crack."
Her eyes lifted into a sneer, and her eyes drifted over his body, which made him colder; his heart dropped with dread, and he heard her sneer, "I didn't think you were a drug addict, but knowing you live among these streets, it makes sense."
Silas finally felt angry. He knew he wasn't perfect, but it was his life. HIS OWN LIFE. She doesn't have a right to judge him. He used his hands to rise on his shaky legs and stared fearlessly in her dark green eyes. "If you're going to judge me for how I live, you can leave."
He pointed toward the opened window that they just came out of, and she narrowed her eyes at him, and she said, "Hmm, I saved you, remember? I would be more thankful than insulted. Where I come from, saving someone means owning their life."
Silas said with clear sarcasm, "I am forever grateful that you saved me from a fate worse than death, your highness."
Her eyes flashed a dark red toward him, and she walked to him with a slow, predatory grace. She smirked at him with a glint of predatory fangs, "It's not very smart of you to be full of sarcasm to someone who's far stronger and faster."
Silas knew he was pushing her buttons, but escaping from that terrible situation had made him lose all his fears. He's weary, exhausted, and jittery all over the place. In a way, he was just lashing out his fears.
Silas looked at her with a bitter smile. "Since I am so full of stupidity, you might as well put me out of my misery."
Without any warning, he was slammed against the walls; his back ached with a throb. His feet almost hanging off the ground, and his vision turned almost dark on the spot. His neck was held by a deathlike vice grip.
She looked at him with a sneer and said, "I might do that since I'm liking the idea, but that would be doing you a favor. Watch your tone; I am not someone to be provoked."
Her eyes glowed a dark crimson, and Silas felt his heart thump crazily. They were deadly, otherworldly, and demonic. She removed her cold hands from his throat when he nodded toward her with struggle.
He knew he was in the wrong, and after the simple grunt, she let him go. He fell to the ground like a broken puppet, and he breathed so heavily that his lungs burned with effort. He looked up and found his room to be empty.
He was completely lucky that he'd survived.
His hands trembled on the ground, and he knew she was gone. She must have gone out of the window to leave. He collapsed to the ground, and his entire neck throbbed with pain. He went to touch his neck and could tell there would be bruises later on.
He crawled on his knees like a pathetic dog, and he went to climb on his bed. He crawled into his bed, snuggling under his blanket. Even though he was almost choked to death, he was completely grateful that she was there. If she hadn't appeared, he would never have healed from that.
Just thinking about it brought a cold sweat through his back. He bit his teeth tightly, and the corner of his eyes burned badly, and one lone tear trickled down his cheek. He got mad and harshly wiped the tear away.
Crying about it won't help anything. It only makes him a crybaby. He slapped his cheeks hard when he realized he wouldn't stop crying. He got even madder and used the blanket to stuff his mouth on it. He completely broke down, his body shaking like a leaf.
Everything hurts so much. So much he wanted to die. All those dead bodies and the blood almost made him insane. The screams and the terror would never leave his mind. Every time he closes his eyes, it's like he's still there, trapped in that place.
He wiped more tears away, and the sound of the door banged loudly. He groaned with complete annoyance, and he was going to ignore it. It was his mom. It's her fault that he was in this mess.