C8 Paul will hurt her

"I had never heard of you before. Do you prefer not to come out? I haven't seen you at any of the gatherings where I've seen your dad many times." Ron stated his opinion.

"I don't enjoy visiting there," I responded.

"Yes, she is that way. She dislikes going outside," Eva explained to Ron.

"Really?" Ron responded with dissatisfaction.

'This girl is really talkative. I'd like to speak with Elena, but she's the one who's responding,' Ron thought to himself.

We arrived at Eva's house after a while. Eva thanked him and asked him to come into the house. She was ecstatic, and it appeared on her face.

"It's my pleasure, Eva, but I won't be able to come today." Ron fixed his gaze on me. I smiled at him; it was normal for me not to engage in conversation with a stranger.

Ron said to me, "Elena, we'll meet tomorrow."

"Sure," I said, smiling.

"All right, Ron, it's too late; we have to leave now," Eva told Ron.

But he abruptly halted her and asked, "Eva, if you don't mind, may I speak with Elena alone?" When Ron stated it, I became shocked.

I didn't like how he behaved toward me at first. He squeezed my hand in his, and I could sense he didn't want to let go. And now he wants to spend time with me alone. It's completely pointless and unpleasant. I don't think he's a decent guy, and I should speak with Eva about it later.

"Yeah, sure," Eva stammered, looking at me.

I first glanced at Eva, then at Ron. I was not sure what he expected from me. So, I said to him, "Mr. Ron, Eva is my close friend. It's fine to say it here..."

Ron was about to say something when a voice from behind him interrupted him. I turned back and spotted Paul there.

Paul yelled aggressively, "So, you're here!"

Paul was furious. His eyes were red from his rage, or perhaps he was drunk. He approached me and took a firm grip on my hand.

"Let me go, Paul!" I yelled.

He responded violently to my reply, "I will not do that. Do you know how worried I was about you?"

Paul snatched my hand even tighter. I whined in agony.

But suddenly, Ron grabbed his collar and said, "Paul, let her go." Ron's behavior surprised me. So that meant they knew each other. Why didn't Ron tell me about Paul, if he knew him?

"Leave her hand, Paul," Eva said abruptly.

Paul said to Ron, "So you're the one."

"Elena, did you go outside with him?" he asked, looking at me.

Paul asked me whether or not I had escorted him. What would have been the problem if I had gone with him? Paul, you had nothing to do with it. I was struggling to free myself from his clutches.

Paul suddenly grabbed my jaw and asked, "I asked you a question. Did you go with him or not?"

"What's the matter with you if I go?" I asked, frowning.

Paul yelled, "Elena," and was about to slap me. I drew my eyes closed.

"I told you to leave her!" Ron yelled, clutching his collar.

"Oh really. Who the fuck do you think you are? I'm Elena's guardian," Paul mockingly told them.

"You aren't her brother, as far as I've heard. So, who exactly are you?" Ron posed the same question to him.

Paul raged at him and shouted his name: "Ron, that's none of your business!" He added, "I'm her everything," and then pushed him angrily.

"Paul, don't make the same mistake twice. I have the power to wreck your life and the lives of your loved ones," Ron made a threat.

Paul responded, "Screw you and your power; I don't give a damn about anything." A maniac never considers his family, as one might assume.

"Ron, please do something," Eva pleaded, "Or Paul will hurt Elena."

"You just shut up, Eva. You are the one who instigates Elena's wrongdoing," Paul shouted at Eva.

Paul abruptly drew me close to him and clung to my waist with both hands. He began his obscene conduct once more. "Are you coming or not?" he whispered in hushed tones, touching his nose with my ear.

I turned my face and closed my eyes. He was drunk, and a strong odor of alcohol emanated from his body. I lowered my head and replied, "Please let me go. It's causing me pain."

"If you don't come with me right now, your friend and Ron will pay the consequences, and you know I'm not threatening you," Paul said.

I remained silent. "Enough is enough, Paul. Let her go," Ron stated his opinion.

I called him "Mr. Ron."

"It's fine; I'll go to him. My dad is waiting for me. We'll talk tomorrow, Eva," I replied.

I have nothing better to do than follow him.

"But, Elena y-" I interrupted Eva as she was about to say something. "All right, we'll meet tomorrow," I said. Paul gave Ron a sly grin.

"Are you sure, Elena?" Ron had approached me with the question.

I said to him, "I'm OK. Thank you for your concern. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Ron made a fist. "You don't have to be afraid of him, Elena. We can help you," Ron added.

"Jerk, I appreciate your care. I'm with Elena," Paul answered, a mischievous grin on his face.

He then grabbed my hand and began walking.

'Calling his name? Then talk tomorrow? I'll see how you communicate with him tomorrow,' Paul thought to himself.

Paul immediately tossed me into the car as we got closer to it. He got into his car and locked the door.

"What are you up to?" I asked.

Paul turned away from me and began driving the car. He began driving and after a while; he sped up the car and started driving recklessly.

"Paul, stop it!" I yelled. He didn't pay attention to me and increased the car's speed. I'm terrified about this.

Yeah, this is how I lost my mom on the road.

I began to panic, thinking to myself, "No, it can't be." Paul was well aware of my fear of speed.

"Are you insane? I told you to take a break!" I screamed. Paul braked hard. I got a hit against the glass because of his abrupt movement.

I whined in agony, "Ah."