I heard the heavy spate of the water as it outpoured through the air. A wave of liquid entered my mouth, causing me to choke slightly. I swam to the other side of the creek in the only hope of hiding my naked body properly.

Then?

Well, nothing.

Only silence.

What the hell was going on?

I was waiting for him to peek out of the water, or hear his damn voice curse slurs at me. But god knows why- nothing was moving. It was like death, just a silence, vacant from life. Ow, I started to worry now. Maybe the impact caused him to hit his head, or maybe he didn't know how to swim? Dammit. Why am I always fucking things up?

I had to make sure he wasn't drowning. But heaven help me I was freaking naked. Yeah, what a marvellous idea that was, to throw my clothes away like that.

Anyway, I hesitantly crawled back to where he landed. "Gerard?" I called, even though that was stupid cause he wouldn't hear me underwater. My hands started wandering aimlessly through the current. Searching for a wisp of hair, a patch of skin, anything that seemed like a body.

Then I guess my prayers were answered, because at some point- I felt something.

But not in the way I expected it. It wasn't my hands that reached, but his, that captured the base of my calves. His short but sharp nails clawed at my skin. I hissed at the sudden touch and probably kicked his face when I did so.

Then Gerard suddenly emerged out of the water, gasping loudly. He swung his head back during the jump, causing his soaked hair to motion through the air. He kinda did that cliché thing models do, you know- when they burst out the water? Yeah, that thing. But Gerard wasn't graceful like you see in the movies. Oh no, it wasn't gracious at all, it was vicious.

Because I could already see, from the way that he moved, just how provoked he was.

Then, he looked at me, and oh god I swear, he was terrifying. His eyes, they threatened me. His previous teasing expression was gone, only darkness and madness now. As if I just turned a switch inside of him, the kind of switch that holds a sign, warning you to not press on it. Gerard got closer now, I immediately swam back, distancing myself. But then, I couldn't. My back pressed against the shore. I was trapped. It was a dead end.

"You've been very, very bad Mia." He mumbled, breathing heavily.

"Huh, well, y-you fucking deserved it."

His eyes flashed, deviantly. "Oh, is that so?"

I scowled. "Yeah, totally."

"D'you know what girls like you deserve?" He asked slowly.

I gulped. "No, what do girls like me deserve, Gerard? Tell me."

Gerard then stood up, I could now see his chest, which was perfectly shaped underneath his wet shirt. His hair stuck on his face, completely soaked. "Punishment."

I gulped again. "Pff, yeah right... W-why don't you show me then."

But I shouldn't have said that.

Because in a splint of a second, he moved, as quick as a shadow. Then needles, I felt needles in my wrists, both of them. He just pinned them against the shore. His nails clawed on me. Then I turned my face to the side, sensing his sharp breath on my cheek- it felt like a blade and I didn't like it. I moaned in discomfort.

"Think you can outplay me?" He whispered through gritted teeth. "Think you're so clever..." He squeezed my wrists even tighter, almost drawing blood with his nails. "Don't you?"

"Gerard, stop it." I hissed. "You're hurting me."

"Ow, I'm hurting you?" One of his hands freed my wrist and cupped my jaw, turning my face towards his, squeezing me. "Do you know what I could do to you, right now?"

I panted, horrified, I didn't recognize the man facing me. "P-please, Gerard, let me go, I-I don't wanna play anymore." I urged him, trying to free myself- but he was too strong.

"I could make sure you'd stay still, just like that, trembling under me. Oh, I could take you in-" He yanked his face against mine, mouth opened wide. "You don't even wear any clothes..."

"DAMMIT GERARD LET ME GO!"

"Again, that rudeness." He barked.

"You're scaring me! P-please, Gerard..."

"I can see the way you look at me Mia."

My breath hitched.

"You keep lying to me." He started. "But your eyes, they can't fool me..." The hand that still pined my wrist slowly travelled up my arm, scratching my skin along the way, reaching my throat.

"For christ sake Ge-"

"Shhh" He shushed me, teeth almost bitting my lip. "Isn't this what you wanted all along?" His palm put pressure on my throat, choking me lightly.

Then, tears, tears burned my eyes. I surrendered, whatever he wanted, I gave it to him. I couldn't fight back anymore. All I felt was pain, pressure, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't breathe. It's like he drowned me through damp. "Gerard...s-stop, I beg you, p-please, stop..."

Our faces were drenched in water, but I could still recognize my tears, as they were hot, as they fell on my cheeks. They also brushed his and by the second the warm liquid grazed the surface of his skin it's like... it's like his anger vanished. Just like that...

it disappeared.

At first, he blinked, quite rapidly, his lashes tickled my cheek. Then his breathing crack and his hand let go of my neck. His mouth was opened wide, trembling, trembling ruthlessly.

Then he backed off.

I gasped out of relief and rubbed my throat, curling up against the shore.

Gerard's back was facing me now. I could only see his figure. He was shaking, holding his forehead. I waited in the silence, occasionally disturbed by the sound of our struggles. I was shaking too. God I was shaking so badly.

But then his broken voice entered my ears.

"I'm..." He quivered, so damn quietly. "I'm sorry Mia..."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't.

"I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have let myself go like that..." He sounded so despaired.

I slid against the borders, distancing myself from him.

Then he turned around and I gasped, Gerard looked terrified, terrified of himself. "I don't know what came onto me..." His eyebrows furrowed tensely. "I'm so sorry Mia, god I'm so sorry..."

I was completely torn-up, between the man that just threatened me, and the one that begged in front of me. I wanted to reach out to him, but I couldn't- I was too scared. Also my body was still in shock and the water was getting cold.

Gerard suddenly took off his shirt. The heavy wet fabric stuck on his skin as he slid it off his chest. I didn't understand, I panted a little, what he was doing again? But all my doubts vanished when he swam towards me.

"G-get away." I urged him.

But Gerard kept on swimming. He reached my side and handed me his shirt, and his eyes soften. "Wear this, I'll go grab your clothes." He hopped over the shore and crawled to the branch that held my clothes. He tugged on them a couple of times, quite roughly, until they fell on the ground. Then he came back.

I scanned him for a while, unsure, pressing his shirt against my stomach.

"Just take my hand, I won't hurt you, I promise." He swore, stretching his arm so I could grip it.

I hesitated, not moving. I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to touch him. But the water was getting cold and it seemed way worse than taking his hands.

He sighed. "Just put my shirt and take my hand, Mia."

I groaned but finally did as he told me. He lifted me up and in a short second, I was out of the water. I turned my back on him, shivering in the cool air.

"There." He said- and my clothes landed in front of me. "I won't look at you while you change."

I quickly grabbed my clothes and threw his damp shirt on the ground. The feeling of the dried fabric on my skin was much better now.

Then I heard his steps, they were coming closer.

"Mia?" He mumbled. "Please, say something, your silence is killing me."

I bit my lower lip, holding back new tears. "Why did you do this?" My voice cracked.

He sighed. "I-I... I don't know, I just- I can't control myself sometimes..."

I scowled and turned around. Gerard stood helplessly in front of me. His bare chest panted from the movement of his lungs. I felt even more confused. He was beautiful but I hated his beauty. It created doubts in my mind, it kept me from thinking straight.

"You can't do things like that to me Gerard, always play with me! I'm not a fucking toy, I'm a human being." I scolded him, avoiding his puppy eyes that searched for mine.

"I know... and I'm sorry." He sounded sincere.

But I wasn't about to let myself be seduced again.

He had went too far, way too far. I needed to get away from him or I was about to go fucking crazy.

I swallowed painfully. "Goodnight Gerard." My cold voice shot. I saw the impact of my tone hitting him like a rock just as I turned around.

And then, I ran, bare feet, feeling the stones, feeling the wind.

I threw myself inside the van and closed my eyes.

Hoping to god I could fall asleep.

Notes

"shit happens"