Thread: Twisted Romance (annika and google)

RE Twisted Romance The sneer that twisted his features before Dominic reverted to his faade of being concerned and solicitous hit Lydia like a punch to the gut. She wasn't even breathing as he closed in on her, bullshitting loudly about how she must be drunk and maudlin. It never ceased to amaze her, his capacity for duplicity and the ease with which he charmed people until he could probably have back-handed her for all to see and still had everyone convinced that he was nothing but a loving and attentive boyfriend. Now you are making a scene... and I think it would be best if I take you back to your place so you can have a lie down. The last words he snarled low into her ear, giving her absolutely no illusions about his meaning. He wanted to get her on her own and when he did, Lydia knew that his cold fury would be terrible. She had broken one of his simplest and most cardinal rules by publicly showing her terror of him, not to mention the fact she had announced to anyone within earshot that she had moved away from him deliberately, out of fear. If there was one thing that Dominic ever really lost his cool over, it was Lydia daring to threaten his carefully constructed reputation as an all round good guy. The absolute last thing Dominic wanted to have to deal with was people becoming concerned for Lydia's safety with him. His hand closed around her slender wrist and Lydia flinched violently. Dominic's gaze narrowed further. Before she fled from him, Lydia would never have flinched in public like that. All her standard fight-or-flight reflexes had been systematically over-ridden to become appease-Dominic-or-suffer reflexes. She was still crying, Lydia simply could not stop. She shook her head apologetically, trying to convey that she hadn't been able to help her reaction and couldn't help her tears now. Dominic quite reasonably took the gesture to mean that she was refusing to leave with him. Lydia realised her mistake and shook harder, becoming almost incoherent. All my friends are here for my birthday. She stammered. And I have a room-mate at the dorm. Only then did she realise her mistake. What she should have done was refuse to leave with him, not whine about the circumstances. Dominic's cold satisfaction was terrifying and Lydia tried to pull her arm from his grip so she could simply run away but there was no chance of that happening. The fight went out of her and she stood there, shaking like a leaf. She had always known that he would find her. Lydia had dared to hope that he wouldn't care enough to chase her or that some other girl would catch his eye but she had always known that if Dominic really wanted to pursue her, there was nothing she could do about it. Now he was stood before her again, cold fury emanating from his every pore. Her only hope now was to scream and fight like the victim she was until some bystanders saved her. She didn't have the nerve however and she knew that even if she fought tooth and nail and gained a reprieve, even if she sent him to prison, the moment he was at liberty he would have a score to settle with her. There was nowhere on this Earth she could run where rich kid Dominic couldn't follow her. All she would do by fighting now was delay the inevitable and make it infinitely worse when he did finally corner her. Lydia shook her head once more, her eyes begging him now, imploring him not to drag her out of here, not to get her alone and vent his obvious fury. She knew it was utterly futile but somehow she couldn't just stand there and wait for him to drag her from the bar on the pretext of being some knight in shining armour. You bastard. She only mouthed the words but they were unmistakeable and despairing.