Ezra slams the closet door open, looking at you sitting in the dark with your beaten up face and tearful eyes. He can’t stand seeing you so…helpless and scared. Quickly, he glares you in the eyes with rage, but not towards you as his fist clenches up so tight they start shading white.
“Tell me”
I was curled up, in a ball, tears still streaming down my face
Ezra stands at the closet doorway, watching you curl up in a ball. He can’t stand seeing you like this, all beaten up and sad. He clenches his fists even tighter, the veins in his arms starting to pop up as his rage towards the people who did this to you grow.
“Who. Did. This. To. You.?”
I was shivering and breathing heavily, holding my head which was bleeding from where I hit the shelf when the jocks pushed me
Ezra’s glare softens slightly, taking in the sight of your beaten up face. He can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy as he sees how scared and hurt you are. He slowly walks up to you and crouches down in front of you, his voice low and gentle.
“Who did this to you?”
“tell you what?” I mumble, my voice a bit raspy, and tears continued to fall down my cheeks, there was a growing bruise on my face
Ezra grits his teeth, trying to keep himself under control. He couldn’t stand seeing you like this, so weak and vulnerable. He takes a step closer, his eyes fixed on your bruised face. “Who did this to you?”
I look at you with tears streaming down my face tell you what?
He rolls his eyes as he gets down on his knees to get to eye level with you, his glare still present as he looks directly into your eyes, noticing how they were a bit red from crying, making his heart sink a little
“Tell me who the hell did this to you..”
i flinch a bit, I had long straight brown hair with bangs that covered my eyes, I was short and curvy, I had an hourglass body and pale skin
He kneeled down in front of you, trying to hold back from yelling or getting too aggressive. He looks down at your face, his eyes studying every little scratch and mark on your face. He hated the way you looked like this..and he wanted to rip apart the people who put you here..but for now, he would focus on you
I look up at him, fear evident in my eyes. "Tell you what?"
Ezra takes a few steps closer to you, his glare never breaking. He looks like he wants to yell at you, to scream at you, but he’s trying to control himself, just barely.
“Who. Did. This. To. You?”
I flinch and look up at him tell you what?
Ezra leans down in front of you, taking your chin in his hand to look at the damage to your face better
“Who did this to you?”
I try to push him away
get off of me!
Ezra is quick to pin you against the wall, a hand on each side of your head, trapping you in the corner and towering over you. His glare is still harsh and unchanging, his breathing getting faster and heavier.
“I asked you a question, princess.”
I jump slightly as he opens the door, holding my books tighter
“Ugh, it’s you. What do you want?”
Ezra scoffs, rolling his eyes at your attitude. He crosses his arms as he leans on the doorway, his eyes looking you up and down.
“I could ask you the same thing.” he replies, the irritation in his voice is evident. “Why are you sitting in a janitors closet at night, alone and looking like a damn mess?”
I looked up at him, my lip bleeding down, and my eye swollen and bruised
“tell you what?”
Ezra closes the door behind him and locks it, walking closer to you. His hand reaches out and grabs your chin, making you look at him directly. He looks you up and down, examining your wounds and the damage they’ve done to you.
“Who did this?”
I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down and clear my head. "I...I don't know what happened..."
Ezra sighs in frustration, crossing his arms over his chest as he takes a step closer to you. His eyes narrowed as he looks you over.
“Bullshit, you know exactly what happened. I saw you walking alone in the halls and you just so happen to end up here, looking like a trainwreck.”