Gloves And Us ✔

C O N F E S S

#TW. Proceed with care or please skip the chapter.

He had piercings on his nipples, and I just wanted to lick him.

That's gross. Bad bad.

His body was filled with tattoos. A lot of tattoos and they looked really beautiful on him.

He was naked, like, completely naked, but I didn't lower my gaze. He quickly came into the tub and sat behind me.

I sat between his legs and leaned back enjoying his presence and letting him rub circles on my stomach.

His hands didn't lower themselves, he just held them on my stomach and rubbed me there soothingly and I held my hands on his arms, closing my eyes and relishing the feeling.

"I was fourteen when we had an English teacher, Mrs. Joseph. Mr.Joseph- her husband was the principal and both of them were really good initially," he spoke and I took his hand in mine and rubbed his knuckles. His strained voice told me this was quite important.

"One day- he cleared his throat- one day Mrs.Joseph told me to wait after school and said she had some work. So, I stayed. After waiting for some time, she took me to the secluded room saying she had some work. There Mr.Joseph stood and both of them assaulted me."

I turned quickly and looked at him. What? What did he say? Did he just assault him? My Caro!

He had his jaw clenched and I could see the raw pain in his eyes.

"They continued that assault for over a month. Every day after school they'd do that to me. Every fucking day. I never told anybody about it. Nobody. School ended after a month and I begged my parents to change my school. They they had recorded me, gave me scars on my back and I couldn't do anything since he was the principal."

I hugged him tightly and stroked his hair. He would have been in so much pain at that time.

"I then changed school and never went back. Stopped making friends, talking to people. I'd often have nightmares about it. Nobody knew a damn thing. I couldn't bring myself to tell anybody. Nobody. I was so fucking weak. I started hiding myself. Drowning in long sleeves, gloves, socks. Stopped wearing shorts anywhere. It made me feel very uncomfortable and I felt naked, in that room. A weak bastard I was and still am" he sobbed and his body shook as the sobs filled the whole bathroom.

"Shhh, caro. Breathe baby. Breathe" I rubbed his back as he sobbed.

"I I should have-" I cut his rambling as he hugged me close to his body.

"No. Nothing. Not even a word in this state. Breathe first. Shh. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere" I rocked us back and forth slowly and he relaxed. His muscles relaxed and I tried breaking our hug, but he didn't let me. Instead, he held me with much force.

"caro" I whined to let me face him, once. He just shook his head. Any other moment I'd tease him for being so cute, but I needed to talk to him now.

"Caro" I sternly said this time.

He cast his face down but I cupped his chin, making him look at me.

"Listen to me baby" I pleaded and he connected our eyes. Those eyes had tears and pain. How I wish I could just let all his problems fly away from a hug.

"Baby, it wasn't your fault. None of it was. You are so strong, do you know that? You've come such a long way. My baby has come a long way. You make me happy, so happy. How can you be weak then? Not a chance." I wiped those falling tears and kissed his eyes.

"You are so strong. So so strong. Don't let anything say otherwise" I hugged him and massaged his head.

We both sat there for god knows how long. But it was long enough to make goosebumps travel through my body from the cold water. He had practically consumed me in his arms.

"Come on, let's get out," I told him and stood up. I quickly took the towel and tied it around me and took another and tied it around his waist. The whole time I kept my gaze on his face and smiled at him.

"Let's go," I said lowly and took him to his closet.

I took my time to take one of his hoodies and made sure it wasn't black. It was a vanilla-colored hoodie.

I pulled his hands up and made him wear his hoodie.

"Wear the fleece bottoms. I'll change too." I made him stand near the cupboard and he looked at those fleece bottoms. He was in some other world and I knew it. He was doing everything absent-mindedly.

I changed and entered the closet again. He had those bottoms on and sat on the nearby chair. His mind was not in the right place right now.

"Caro, come" I extended my hand and he looked at it contemplating taking it. For a whole minute, he just stared at my hand and didn't make a move. After some time, he took my hand and I let him to our room.

"Lay down. I'll be back in a minute" I tucked him in and wrapped him in the blanket. My hand was still in his and he wouldn't let me go.

"Caro, just a minute. I'll be back. Promise" I stroked his cheekbones and his eyes fluttered shut. I kept on doing it until I felt his breathing slow down and with the utter struggle, I got my hand out.

Reaching down the kitchen, I finally broke down. Why would anybody do that to anyone? It was so difficult for him to act fine when he clearly wasn't. He was so numb right now. God, help us.

Amid those silent tears, I made him apple juice and got fruits cut out for him, and ran up to our room.

"S-stop. please. Stop" he whispered and held his ribs tightly in his hands.

"I-I promise, I won't tell anyone. Stop" He whispered painfully. I quickly went to his side and touched his cheek.

"Caro, Wake up. Baby, Wake up, it's me, Avha. Your Avha. Nobody's going to hurt you." His eyes fluttered open and he held me tightly to his chest.

"Shh, I've got you. I promise I've got you this time. Can you feel my arms stroking your back? Can you caro?" I asked, kissing his neck.

"I I can," he said and hugged me tighter.

"What else do you feel, Caro?" I asked and kissed his jaw.

"You," he said, kissing my neck.

I broke our embrace and pecked his lips, softly.

"I've got you some fruits" Getting up from our bed, I took the tray that I had kept on the table.

"For you" I gave it to him.

He took the blanket and covered himself till the chin, hands inside the blanket, looking way too adorable. Shaking his head, he said, "Feed me," he said in a low voice that almost resembled a baby. I mentally awwed at his cute behavior and fed him the whole plate while he'd force me to eat too in the mid.

"I want cuddles" he announced and dare I say he had the most adorable pout settled on his lips.

I rushed to the other side and cuddled him.

His legs tangled into mine and my face mushed into his chest. His hands held me tightly close to his heart and breathed my citrus smell.

I'd talk about my past some other day. This whole day and night were for him, my caro.

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La la la, calm down. That was how I was while writing abt those shitty 'Josephs'
I FUCKING HATE PEOPLE LIKE THEM.

Thoughts?
Unedited.

TC