CYRUS DOESN'T SAY A word. He stares back at me with his empty eyes. But the longer I stare at them, the more I realize that I should look away. His stare almost melted me. I was supposed to be the one to intimidate him, but the tables immediately turned before I could even do anything drastic.
I let go of his necktie and turn around so I could leave.
This was a mistake. What the hell was I even thinking?
"Scared?" I hear Cyrus ask, grabbing my hand as fast as he could so I wouldn't be able to leave. It was just a single word, but the hair on my skin stood up. How could such a simple word make me feel so small?
"No one walks away from me like that." He continues to say, pulling me so hard I was forced to look back at him again. I try to pull my hand away but his grip's just too strong.
