I Married My Teacher

So Close

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I saw Red.

Dripping.

Streaking.

Oozing out. Large blobs, free falling
towards the beautifully peach-mango colored carpet.

Not mine.

Liam's.

No. He wasn't slashed opened with a knife or anything dramatic like that. But he did go shaking with rage the moment he found out.

Well, I had to tell him. He knew me well enough to recognize if I was lying or not. Not to mention that him noticing a hickey, that even I wasn't remotely aware of, took me completely off guard.

Throughout my little unplanned confession, I noticed how his jaw would clench every time I mentioned一or tried to mention一my rapist's name. How his eyes twinkled with something more fiercer than rage the longer I went on. And how his knuckles drew white as snow whenever I used the phrase 'he touched me一'.

The moment he realized where my story was headed, he stopped me, got up from the bed and just, plain out, punched a wall.

A solid, brick wall.

That's when the smell of blood filled the room.

"Jesus, April" he said before I could even get to him.

He still hadn't moved from where he stood. His knuckles still pressed up against the cracked wall.

Yes, he cracked it一just a smudge, but a crack no less.

I would've found it completely amazing on any other normal day. Except that today was anything but normal.

"When?" He said, a voice so calm yet held so much hatred.

Did he hate me now?

"During the festival" I managed to say as I came closer and inspected his throbbing hand.

There was an emergency health kit tucked under the bed that I used to patch up his fresh cuts.

We stood there for about eight minutes with him just watching me wrap his hand before he spoke.

"I'm not going to say I told you so"

"But you want to" I cut in, finishing up on his hand.

"I do" he growled through gritted teeth.

"Goddammit, I do. But I want to kill the fucker who did this to you even more. Fuck it, I just want to punch something一strangle it to death with my bare hands and then watch it crumble to pieces"

"Stop being such a guy. I don't need you to do anything for me, Liam. What's done is done" I said, tucking the first-aid kit back under the bed.

I heard footsteps stop just behind me. A gentle hand placed itself on my shoulder.

And that was it.

He had me.

I broke down.

"Gawd. How can you still touch me so freely when you know how.. how"