hellbound; cory | ACKLEY BRIDGE

TWO FORMS OF BRUISE

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i'm a demon in the night
she's an angel with the white
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cory's head lifted up as the door creaked open, a fraction of a smile creeping onto his face. he looked tired, strange. not like himself.

"hey," he breathed, eyes trailing over my body.

i smirked at him, leaning against the door frame. "a-b-c-d-e-f-g, i heard you've got h-i-v," i sung to him, laughing.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"oh, nothin. zane."

"what did he say? i'll kill 'im!" cory raised his voice, suddenly short tempered. he was clenching his jaw, giving me a hard stare.

"oi! what is up with you?" i asked, finally walking into the room. i dumped my bag off to the side and approached behind him, resting my hands on his shoulders — he flinched. "hey hey hey, are you okay?"

he let out a long breath, staring at one spot on the desk in front of him, unblinking, but at least finally relaxing into my touch. "yeah. yeah, i'm fine," he said, as i began to massage him gently. "you do know...i would never let anything happen to you? i would never let anyone hurt you?"

"what's brought all this on?" i asked him softly, kissing the top of his soft hair and continuing to rub his shoulders.

"i — i would never let anyone hurt you," he repeated, breaking his stare to look up at me, more of a statement than a question this time. "you're gorgeous, you know that?"

"you soppy git," i chuckled, a little bit embarrassed. my cheeks glowed red.

"nah. you are. you're proper beautiful. n you're all mine," he lifted his hand up, grabbing mine from where it was rested on his shoulder. "i'd do anything for you."

"you are being proper weird right now," i smiled, coming around to sit on his lap. he rested his head on my shoulder from behind, fluttering his eyes closed and wrapping his hands around my waist. "i'd do anything for you n all," i said quietly. " i lo—"

"right, cece, get off of him," mr bell said, coming through the door. "you've been doing enough of that at home, if ya necks anything to go by," he commented. my cheeks burning bright red as i clambered off of cory, hand subconsciously going up to my neck. i thought i'd covered that pretty well...obviously not.

"you wilson lads are doin my head in, you know. you n all? i've just dragged your kid off 'a mr simpson. he's refused to get in the shower after pe!"

cory started to stand up, grabbing his bag and swinging it over his shoulder as i watched the two off them, curious. refused to shower? why? stinky git.

"look, sir, will ya just go easy on him?" his older brother said, kind of distantly.

"go eas— cory! go easy on him? are you mad?! he's just nearly throttled a teacher! i mean — what is goin on?! if ya dad weren't raging yesterday, he's gonna be now!"

"you don't think he were mad enough, do ya?"

"what?" mr bell asked, a little taken a back. this peaked my interest as well, reaching out to grab my boyfriends arm to reassure him. whatever it was, his voice seemed broken.