Crazy Mason

Amber's POV

He tossed me into his room. I landed on my bum on the floor. My buttock was aching, my hand was hurting. I moved away from him on the floor as he shut the door and looked back at him. A strand of his hair was falling down his face. He stroked his hair back and hung it in his ear. I tried my best not to look at him for a second.

"What do you want from me?" I snapped.

He moved closer to me on the ground and brushed my face with his pointy finger.

"I love you, Amber. I want you to be my girlfriend." He declared his words were like a thunderclap. It can't be true. He is just lying to me. He just wants to take his revenge on me for what Daniel did to him.

"I can't believe you, of all people, are telling me this. Anyway, I don't fucking like you." I snarled.

"I don't care if Xavier is your boyfriend now; I want you and I must have you." He said, stroking my chin. His words sent shivers down my spine. I hit his chubby hands off of my face.

"How can you love someone like me? I am a black girl, an ugly duckling you don't even want to lay your eyes on." I muttered.

"That was the old me, but the new me wants you." He stated and lifted me off the ground. Before I could protest, I landed on the soft bed. I tried to run out of bed. He pinned me to the bed and removed his shirt.

"This is not going to happen to me today, not now, not ever." I tried to push him away as he was taking off his blue shirt, ready to pounce on me.

He moved closer to me, trying to kiss me. I slapped him hard across the face. He tried to grab my hand and I held it and bit into his hand, biting as if my life depended on it.

"Ahhh!!" He screamed as I bit into his hand, feeling his delicate white skin on my teeth. He would surely remember this for years to come. He drew his hand and started staring at it.

I pushed him away with all my strength and ran out of the room like a scared cat.

I ran down the stairs, looking back as I saw that he was right behind me, I was never gonna give up.

I dashed to the mansion's main door, looking around for a cab, but there were none to be found because the street was deserted.

I saw Mason coming from behind me with a vicious look on his face, his hand bleeding from the bite.

I took to my heels, running into the streets away from him. Thank goodness I don't like wearing heels. I got tired. My heart was pounding so much trying to come out of my chest. The pain and anguish were too much to bear. I took off my shoes and threw them on the floor.