Song- I know by Big Sean ft. Jhene Aiko

Clara.

I dropped the phone, listening to the way it smashed against the tiled floor.

That smash wasn't the phone, I thought.

It was my heart.

My broken heart.

I sunk my nails into my palm to prevent the tears from flowing.

How could a good day turn to a bad one?

Why had Aaron called?

I will never know because he fuckin hates me now.

Who the hell told Aiden to answer my goddamn phone?

I wanted to patch up with Aaron. He and Mel were the only thing I had that I could call family, my family.

Now I done fucked it up.

I stormed downstairs to see Aiden with his arms crossed.

"Who the hell was that?" he asked.

Excuse me?

"Clarisse, who the hell was that man?"

He slammed his fist on the table.

Oh so now he mad?

I crossed my arms and stepped closer to his face, whilst speaking at the same time.

"I. Have. No. Reason. To. Be. Scared. Of. You."

"Clarisse..."

"Fear me motherfucker! Because now you'll have a reason to be scared of me!"

"I..."

"I what?" I laughed. "Guess the lion got a thorn on his tongue. Is it cause I'm up in your face?"

"Um..."

I grabbed his shirt.

"Are you scared? You should be! What the hell did you say to the man on the phone?!"

He pushed my hands off.

"Dammit Clarisse! I am not telling you anything unless you tell me who he is!"

"I don't need to justify shit to you, just like I don't need shit from you!"

"You're in my house, so you'll tell me!"

"You think I wanted to stay here? You kidnapped me!"

"Who the hell was that no good..."

I felt myself boiling up.

"Insignificant..."

That was it. I raised my arm and flung one slap to his face.

Then the tears came and I hated myself for being so weak.

"Clarisse, I..."

"That no good, insignificant, whatever else you were saying?"

He put his hand on my shoulder. I threw it off.

"That was my brother on the phone."

He stilled, not knowing what to say.

I sobbed, slumping to the ground.

"And whatever the fuck you said, just ensured that I don't have a brother."

"Clarisse, I'm so sorry."

Just then, I saw red. Another sorry, another fuckin apology.

I rose up, eyes blazing with anger.

"Whenever I was pushed when I was little the children said 'I'm sorry'"

"When my Mom died, the doctors said 'I'm sorry'. I knew they were, they couldn't make money off of us anymore."

"Clarisse..."

"At her funeral, everyone were like 'I'm sorry'. I knew damn well they weren't."

"Then my father decided to ditch the funeral and hook up with her sister. He wasn't sorry that Mom died, hell, sometimes I thought he killed her."

"Oh Clarisse..."

"When Aaron got kicked out of the house, I was the one who was sorry."

"Now you come kidnapping me, causing me to  lose my brother's trust. And you think sorry can now mend the broken relationship we now have!"

I pushed him.

"Well fuck you and your sorry! Cause I've heard it enough to know that  nobody is really sorry!"

I paused. Should I leave?

"Don't even think about leaving Clarisse."

I turned to face him.

Of course, I was still his hostage.

But who said that the hostage can't make hell on earth for their kidnappers?

I wipe off my tears and smiled.

"Trust me, I wasn't planning to. But when I'm done with you, you'll want me to."

I walked past him, shoving him aside.
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I went upstairs and changed into a dress. I tried calling Aaron's phone.

He wasn't answering his. Neither was Mel.

Just then, I heard the door open. It was Aiden, holding a cup of coffee.

"I shouldn't have answered your phone."

I huffed, ignoring him.

"You can't ignore me forever."

I turn to face him, arching a brow.

"So you're just going to make facial expressions at me?"

I stuck my tongue out at him while showing middle finger.

"Suit yourself, you'll have to speak to me."

I shook my head, glaring at him. He chuckled.

He put down the coffee and bolted the door.

He looked at my shocked expression.

"If you won't talk, I'll make you talk."

Why am I getting the feeling that he is going to torture me?

He unbuttons his shirt and throws it on the floor. I gulped. I was not ready for that.

Next went his pants.

Oh dear Lord.

Focus, you're mad at him.

Then he ruffled his hair.

Now I wanted to touch him.

Now you know how Mel feels about Aaron.

Dear Lord, I'll go to church next Sunday, please make this boy put his shirt back on.

"How bad do you want it?" he asked, gyrating at the same time.

He's making me have an urge to stick a 20 in his boxers.

My eyes took in everything from his naughty smirk to his perfect abs to his well, um, bulge.

I bit my lip and looked away, blushing.

He laughed.

And came closer.

Stay away.

Don't come nearer.

Please.

He held my hands and pulled me closer to him. I sighed.

"I'm mad at you."

"I know."

"What did you say to my brother?"

"I'm not telling you that. You might kill me."

Like you're killing me now?

"Just like I'm killing you now."

Did I say that out loud? Shit...

He chuckled. "You're so hot when you blush."

What was happening?

This was escalating too fast!

"Aiden," I said closing my eyes, "for the love of God, please put a shirt on. A girl could only hold back for so long."

"Oh you want me bad." he says, cupping my ass.

If only he knew what he was doing to me...

I tried to push him off and I was succeeding.

Until his lips went on my neck. I shivered.

"I'll make it right. I'll do right by you. It's just that I get so overprotective."

He sucks on my neck.

"As long as you're here, you're mine. I hate to see other men stare at you in that lustful manner."

I gasped.

"Only I'm allowed to stare at you like that Clarisse."

I wrapped my arms around him.

Clarisse Thronen, you're done for.
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Aye!

I see you there trying to blush.

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