Scar

An eternity and a half

"Elmer, wake up!" 

I stir out of my feverish sleep. My T-shirt is soaked with sweat and I fight the burning covers off. He's standing in the corner with eyes glowing in the dark. I whelp at the scary sight of his feral eyes, golden in the dark, dark black. 

"What's happening?" I cry. The warmth is so uncomfortable and I'm still sleepy. My body feels sore and almost itches where I touch the sheets. 

"The heat." 

I shake my head. 

"I think I'm just sick. I must have gotten a cold" I protest and place my hand against my forehead. It's just as scoldering as the rest of me. 

"I can tell. Don't make this difficult. We have to do something. Get up" he ushers me angrily. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, afraid to anger him. But he has to be wrong. It can't be the heat. 

"What do you mean you can tell? Do you know something I don't? How do you know it's the heat?" I hiss panicedly. His face is nothing but a grim shadow in the dark bedroom. 

"Lock yourself in the bathroom before I..." He looks at me with an evil I have never seen before. "Just do it" he orders me and points to the door, ignoring my questions as usual. 

"What? Why?" I whimper confused and irriteded now. There is a hellish fever inside my stomach and it's making me restless in the most confusing way. An uncomforatble itch makes my skin crawl. 

"Because neither of us want this. Do as I say!" he growls at me and I stagger into the bathroom locking the door before I sink down onto the cold tiles. What now? 

"...have to..." I hear him weakly say from the other side of the door. 

"What?" I call. A rustle brushes against the door. 

"You have to come" I hear his voice say closely. I drag myself over to the door and lean against it. 

"What?" I croak, but I heard him; I just don't want to understand. 

"You... you have to come... to make it go away" he explains to me with a low tone that's right there on the other side of the door. He's so close. I don't think I've ever heard his voice like this. Something in me is awake now. It's needy and it's urging me to reach my hand into my pants and stroke myself. 

The bruning pain along my spine and the way my head spins is making me crazy but I can't. It feels wrong and and I'm not sure what to do. I've never felt the need to do this. Crying I lean my head back against the door. This is wrong. I'm supposed to do this with my mate, with the person I love. 

"Elmer?" 

I don't answer him. I don't want to hear his terribly familiar voice. 

"You have to" he repeats irritatedly as if his word is law. I shake my head even though he can't see it. 

"I can't" I choke out in between the tears. 

"I know it's hard but if you don't..." he trails off. 

"What? You'll be mad?" I hiss angrily with tears pouring down my face. A short scilence touches us both. I don't even dare to breathe. 

"You know what I'll do." 

Suddenly it's not annoying or unpleasant; it's straight up scary. I feel a cold shiver run through me. My heart goes cold at the thought of what that would be like. My angry tears are replaced with those of fear. 

I sit there with my back against the door and try to rub the thing between my legs while sobbing scilently but I just get colder and colder until I'm shivering. 

"Are you done?" he asks after an eternity and a half. I wash my hands quickly and the unlock the door. When I open it he's on the other side of the room next to the door to the hallway. He takes a deep breath before he relaxes and comes closer. 

I look at the floor while he inspects me. I wonder if he can tell what didn't happen. 

"It worked" he says, baffled. I don't correct him but when he scoffs I'm about to become dust, so I just slip back into bed and turn away from him.